The guy flashes that impish grin again, and Paul's a little alarmed at the amount of thought he's been putting into this guy's lips in the last hour. Not that it's his fault, not that it was his idea. Up close, he feels his eyes drawn to the way the guy's lips turn up wickedly at the corners; he's got dimples you could poke a finger in. Not that there's any reason why he would be touching this dude's face. That's the problem - the guy's close enough that he could, if he wanted, which he doesn't, and it occurs to Paul that he's been staring, and he's not sure for how long. He notices the lips moving, shakes his head a bit, and looks the guy in the eyes.
Well, anyone would be kind of blown away by this guy's eyes. Paul's never seen anything like them. They're sort of disturbing, really - unsettling. Blue as the ocean if the ocean were ever that blue, the sky in HD. Clearly, Paul's brain is fried - he really needs coffee.
"Please don't tell me you don't know what Fair Trade means." The guy sighs and rolls those unreal eyes dramatically.
"Fine, I won't tell you." Paul smirks before he can help it, having meant to turn back around before the guy's eyes light up with mirth. Too late. The guy laughs, clapping his hands together once and then clapping one on Paul's shoulder, more solid than he'd expected. The hand feels warm through his threadbare t-shirt, and Paul raises his own hand and pries the guy's off slowly, like he's handling something dangerous or disgusting. The guy winks at that, then pushes a strand of long brown hair behind his ear.
"Save your gift card," the guy says, but before Paul can bat an eye, he's snatched it out of Paul's hand. Now this is a bit much. Paul arches a brow at that, lips pursing as he considers how to play this. Just as he raises his hand to snatch it back, mouth opening to tell this weirdo to buzz the fuck off, the guy's right up against him, right in his face, and then Paul feels a hand slide into his back pocket. The guy's blue eyes are glinting into his and it's another second or so of staring before Paul feels sense wash over him again, and he shoves the guy away with a scowl.
"What the fuck, man?"
The guy places his hands up in an open, placating gesture; they're empty, the gift card back in his pocket, Paul realizes. The guy pulls a face, an exagerrated sort of "yikes I'm sorry" that he doesn't mean, and the nerve!
"No harm, no foul, man." The guy grins again, just like that. "What I was saying was that I want to buy you a cup of coffee. Good coffee. Freeeeee coffee." He sing-songs the last bit, his eyebrows waggling, and Paul can't quite figure out why the hell he's still standing here watching this. Dumbstruck by his oddity, maybe? The guy's smile softens slightly, and his eyes flick down to his fingers, fingers that are plucking at the hem of his shirt. He looks up, and this smile, it's almost rueful, and goddamnit if Paul's describing this guy's lips again. No need for a thesaurus for his Anthro test.
"My name's Ian," the guy says. "And I'll throw in a scone too." His eyes light up again. "Oh man, they've got these delicious vegan blueberry things that are the size of your head. I fucking kid you not." The guy - Ian - looks at him hopefully. He's flashing these puppy eyes and a pout that shouldn't work, and Paul is seriously beginning to question both of their sanities.
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Date: 2010-05-25 06:45 am (UTC)Well, anyone would be kind of blown away by this guy's eyes. Paul's never seen anything like them. They're sort of disturbing, really - unsettling. Blue as the ocean if the ocean were ever that blue, the sky in HD. Clearly, Paul's brain is fried - he really needs coffee.
"Please don't tell me you don't know what Fair Trade means." The guy sighs and rolls those unreal eyes dramatically.
"Fine, I won't tell you." Paul smirks before he can help it, having meant to turn back around before the guy's eyes light up with mirth. Too late. The guy laughs, clapping his hands together once and then clapping one on Paul's shoulder, more solid than he'd expected. The hand feels warm through his threadbare t-shirt, and Paul raises his own hand and pries the guy's off slowly, like he's handling something dangerous or disgusting. The guy winks at that, then pushes a strand of long brown hair behind his ear.
"Save your gift card," the guy says, but before Paul can bat an eye, he's snatched it out of Paul's hand. Now this is a bit much. Paul arches a brow at that, lips pursing as he considers how to play this. Just as he raises his hand to snatch it back, mouth opening to tell this weirdo to buzz the fuck off, the guy's right up against him, right in his face, and then Paul feels a hand slide into his back pocket. The guy's blue eyes are glinting into his and it's another second or so of staring before Paul feels sense wash over him again, and he shoves the guy away with a scowl.
"What the fuck, man?"
The guy places his hands up in an open, placating gesture; they're empty, the gift card back in his pocket, Paul realizes. The guy pulls a face, an exagerrated sort of "yikes I'm sorry" that he doesn't mean, and the nerve!
"No harm, no foul, man." The guy grins again, just like that. "What I was saying was that I want to buy you a cup of coffee. Good coffee. Freeeeee coffee." He sing-songs the last bit, his eyebrows waggling, and Paul can't quite figure out why the hell he's still standing here watching this. Dumbstruck by his oddity, maybe? The guy's smile softens slightly, and his eyes flick down to his fingers, fingers that are plucking at the hem of his shirt. He looks up, and this smile, it's almost rueful, and goddamnit if Paul's describing this guy's lips again. No need for a thesaurus for his Anthro test.
"My name's Ian," the guy says. "And I'll throw in a scone too." His eyes light up again. "Oh man, they've got these delicious vegan blueberry things that are the size of your head. I fucking kid you not." The guy - Ian - looks at him hopefully. He's flashing these puppy eyes and a pout that shouldn't work, and Paul is seriously beginning to question both of their sanities.
But then, his stomach growls.