[ as it turns out, heine's best 'absolutely angelic, never did a thing wrong in my life' look is fairly unconvincing. that doesn't stop him trying, though! eggshells in his omelette is a frightening enough prospect to at least make heine attempt not to look utterly unashamed.
that is, until he reads the words printed across badou's chest—he can't help it, that makes him snort with laughter. heine isn't someone for whom mirth comes easily or naturally, but something about the situation (this city, its oddities, badou, the two of them shacking up all domestic-like—and now this shirt) just gets him, makes him briefly grin before he shakes his head as if to shake the expression away. ]
Ah, fuck. [ "don't worry, be happy!" good shit.
the uncomfortable silence of the moment settles over him then, making heine's skin itch with the desire to say something stupid just so they'll be talking. he's glad badou breaks it instead, even if what he ends up asking is both weirdly timed and also a little obvious, given. ] Yeah, I guess so.
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that is, until he reads the words printed across badou's chest—he can't help it, that makes him snort with laughter. heine isn't someone for whom mirth comes easily or naturally, but something about the situation (this city, its oddities, badou, the two of them shacking up all domestic-like—and now this shirt) just gets him, makes him briefly grin before he shakes his head as if to shake the expression away. ]
Ah, fuck. [ "don't worry, be happy!" good shit.
the uncomfortable silence of the moment settles over him then, making heine's skin itch with the desire to say something stupid just so they'll be talking. he's glad badou breaks it instead, even if what he ends up asking is both weirdly timed and also a little obvious, given. ] Yeah, I guess so.
[ what else is there to do, right? ]
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