[ Oh, falling for him is a death sentence. Literally. Just look at Tseng! Dead twice over and now his career's over! And Rude? That guy is so fucked. And anyone else? God help them. He's a curse on whoever gets stuck with him. You know what's so fucked up, though? He can't say he has any regrets. About them, or about this. Because, yeah, he... he knows. He knows what the fuck is up. He can pretend he doesn't all damn day long, but—
Aughhhh. Not now. It's just dinner.
Tell that to the big smile that stretches across Reno's face as he leans forward and bites that potato off Roche's fork, though. Not a smirk or a grin or any of that other crap, but a genuine smile. He actually wears expressions of sincerity worse than he does those shifty, cocky ones. His face just doesn't know how to attractively express such genuine displays like that, man. He's not practiced at it. ]
You keep sweet-talking me like that and I dunno if I'm gonna be able to help it, though. Better humiliate me in public or slap me around on the ride back or somethin' before I start getting too comfortable.
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[ Oh, falling for him is a death sentence. Literally. Just look at Tseng! Dead twice over and now his career's over! And Rude? That guy is so fucked. And anyone else? God help them. He's a curse on whoever gets stuck with him. You know what's so fucked up, though? He can't say he has any regrets. About them, or about this. Because, yeah, he... he knows. He knows what the fuck is up. He can pretend he doesn't all damn day long, but—
Aughhhh. Not now. It's just dinner.
Tell that to the big smile that stretches across Reno's face as he leans forward and bites that potato off Roche's fork, though. Not a smirk or a grin or any of that other crap, but a genuine smile. He actually wears expressions of sincerity worse than he does those shifty, cocky ones. His face just doesn't know how to attractively express such genuine displays like that, man. He's not practiced at it. ]
You keep sweet-talking me like that and I dunno if I'm gonna be able to help it, though. Better humiliate me in public or slap me around on the ride back or somethin' before I start getting too comfortable.