Ian's eyes flash down to his middle and fuck, Paul sees it the second the synapses fire in the bastard's brain. He's made.
"See," Ian smirks, a finger poking briefly at Paul's stomach and seriously, does this guy have no boundaries at all? Paul's just, he's not used to be touched so much. Maybe that's his issue, though. He hasn't exactly made a lot of friends here yet excluding his roommate, and he wouldn't exactly go so far as to call Sanjay his friend; more like the guy that gives him a free contact high whenever he wants since he reeks of weed twenty-four-seven.
Its just Paul, he's kind of always been a little shy. He guesses you could call him a loner, but that sort of comes with the connotation that you choose to be that way. Paul doesn't chose to be the lame weirdo freak with no friends that eats way too many pizza rolls and stays home on Saturday nights - it just kinda happens. So maybe this guy Ian, maybe he's not the freak. Maybe Paul is.
"Free, huh?" He asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth nervously. He can tell Ian is fighting back a monstrous grin right now; it looks like his eyeballs might explode.
"As in I pay, you don't. Scones in your belly and caffeine in your veins. You're gonna love the coffee, man. Its the best in the whole city, I shit you not."
"I can't wait," Paul says, just to have something to say. Its not until moments like this when he really gets how socially retarded he is. "Um, oh. By the way, I'm Paul."
Ian doesn't lose stride, just cocks his head to the side as they walk and smiles. "I know," he says. "Dr. Brunner. Ten-thirty, Monday's and Wednesday. You sit in the front row, all eager and shit. Its adorable."
Paul has no idea what to say to that, but luckily Ian turns forward again and keeps walking and all he has to do is keep up.
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"See," Ian smirks, a finger poking briefly at Paul's stomach and seriously, does this guy have no boundaries at all? Paul's just, he's not used to be touched so much. Maybe that's his issue, though. He hasn't exactly made a lot of friends here yet excluding his roommate, and he wouldn't exactly go so far as to call Sanjay his friend; more like the guy that gives him a free contact high whenever he wants since he reeks of weed twenty-four-seven.
Its just Paul, he's kind of always been a little shy. He guesses you could call him a loner, but that sort of comes with the connotation that you choose to be that way. Paul doesn't chose to be the lame weirdo freak with no friends that eats way too many pizza rolls and stays home on Saturday nights - it just kinda happens. So maybe this guy Ian, maybe he's not the freak. Maybe Paul is.
"Free, huh?" He asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth nervously. He can tell Ian is fighting back a monstrous grin right now; it looks like his eyeballs might explode.
"As in I pay, you don't. Scones in your belly and caffeine in your veins. You're gonna love the coffee, man. Its the best in the whole city, I shit you not."
"I can't wait," Paul says, just to have something to say. Its not until moments like this when he really gets how socially retarded he is. "Um, oh. By the way, I'm Paul."
Ian doesn't lose stride, just cocks his head to the side as they walk and smiles. "I know," he says. "Dr. Brunner. Ten-thirty, Monday's and Wednesday. You sit in the front row, all eager and shit. Its adorable."
Paul has no idea what to say to that, but luckily Ian turns forward again and keeps walking and all he has to do is keep up.