Nice to meetcha, Albert. [ the name tastes a little odd on his tongue, and he tilts his head a bit, eyes squinting. ] Alby.
[ that sounds better. he waits for the weird look but shrugs his shoulders even when it doesn't come. ] Bloody well get familiar, I guess.
[ newt doesn't joke with him, because the name kind of fits him, particularly with the nickname now attached, and he likes it. he's attractive and kind of funny, a friend of minho's in the same way (it seems) newt is, and well, he's definitely not regretting basically selling himself for starbucks. ]
Right. [ licking his lips unconsciously, his gaze doesn't even flicker as he looks over alby; he leans over to close the space between them, and for a second, kind of marvels at how nervous he feels, like he's got shucking butterflies. it's just a kiss, just a project, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. ]
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[ that sounds better. he waits for the weird look but shrugs his shoulders even when it doesn't come. ] Bloody well get familiar, I guess.
[ newt doesn't joke with him, because the name kind of fits him, particularly with the nickname now attached, and he likes it. he's attractive and kind of funny, a friend of minho's in the same way (it seems) newt is, and well, he's definitely not regretting basically selling himself for starbucks. ]
Right. [ licking his lips unconsciously, his gaze doesn't even flicker as he looks over alby; he leans over to close the space between them, and for a second, kind of marvels at how nervous he feels, like he's got shucking butterflies. it's just a kiss, just a project, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. ]