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Originally Posted by woly
watching the sight infront of him he couldnt help but melt. from the little sputtered phrases of spanish. he didnt bother to translate them, the mere sight of him trying to form sentences was pleasing enough. if they werent sitting at a table it would be much worse, casper would most likely be pressing kisses with compliments in between, ones that made kyran giggle and his dimples show. it was cheesy, having his head tilted and basically starring with hearts in his eyes. it was nice to see him so flustered, it was reassuring. that he was doing something right. most of the time he was tripping over himself,barely able to get a sentence out without stuttering. but for right now he wasnt focusing on that,instead focusing how kyran would attempt to hide his face despite casper obviously being able to see it, or how giddy he seemed whenever he paid kyran a compliment.
watching the food be sat infront of him he mumbled a quiet thank you before the waiter left. the smell made his mouth water and seemed familiar. looking down, there was basically stars in his eyes. if he wasnt in a fancy restaurant and a 26 year old man infront of his lover he would probably squeal. ¨it looks really good,¨ he said sheepishly. he hadnt had shrimp in so long--probably since he left Australia. it reminded him of home.
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Theo was currently in a in depth conversation trying to explain Shakespeare works to his son. while he was only six years old, he was a pretty smart kid. he read chapter books instead of kids book to bed, preferred documentaries to cartoons. it was surprising he liked a place like this, considering it was a restaurant for kids after all. once the kids place mat was put infront of Finn he didnt hesitate to start coloring immediately,tuning out whatever their waiter was asking.
theo was scanning the menu, the waiters voice so artificial that he didnt recognize it at first. the man hed met before had a softer voice, a calming one, so to hear it so cheery and fake it didnt click in his head who it was. ¨hell have an apple juice,¨ he said slowly, eyes still scanning over then small font of the menu. looking up he choked on words for a moment, seeing who the waiter was. though instead of the casual clothes dressed up in a colorful uniform that honestly made it hard for theo to not burst out laughing. ¨ill have a..,¨ a nervous pause,still trying to process this whole awkward situation,¨a water, please.¨ |
One of many soft, nervous laughs left Kyran, training his eyes to the intricate patterns printed on the tablecloth as his face continued to burn with relentless abandon, though he wasn't exactly embarrassed. More, he was getting giddy and warm that he was doing everything right tonight. If this really was the boy he'd loved for so long, perhaps they could have a do-over. Kyran knew he needed one. He hadn't been the kindest or most nurturing soul in his younger days, some of the local police officers still laughing at hearing his name. He had done better to redeem himself, but knew some things could never be forgotten, if ever forgiven. Hope fluttered in his chest, brewing and growing, bubbling up until his heart filled his ears. The photograph still weighed heavy in his pocket, so tempted to jump out into his hands and see the comparison, but Kyran could see it now. The freckles, the hair, the smile. The eyes. Everything. He'd looked at that picture for years, hiding it away until he finally had the courage to put it on his wall without flinching at it.
"I, ahem, tried to keep it simple. Caviar and fancy chips aren't really my style anyway," He said, a cheerful note to his voice, "I think this is the first time I've been out to eat in a fancy restaurant in years," He added, somewhat sheepish. He knew it was a bit strange, the money he had, and he still preferred to live in a cheaper apartment and cook his own meals from whatever he could find in the nearest grocery store. At least, it was strange to the public.
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Being so inside of his head, thinking of not very nice things to say to Kendall, Harper hardly noticed the familiar voice. It sort of echoed around his head for a minute before he shook it off and wrote down their drinks. He turned and grabbed two menus, an adult's menu and a child's menu, and placed them on the table.
"I'll get that right out for you--" Finally, Harper looked at the customer and his heart stopped, "--sir." There was only half a minute of Harper registering that this man was indeed Blake's English teacher. His stomach dropped and he almost forgot to let go of the menus, just sort of shocked by the awkward situation. And the fact that this man was seeing him in bright-coloured rainbow suspenders and a paper hat with a big pink heart on it.
"Harper! Pick up!" A cook shouted from the back, hitting the also brightly coloured bell before disappearing into the cloud of steam that always seemed to inhabit the kitchen.
Being snapped out of his thoughts, Harper gave a half-hearted nod at Mr. McCormick and what seemed to be his son, possibly his nephew, before spinning on his heel to pick up the order before the awkward situation could get worse. Blake was happily forcing back her giggles as she watched her father struggle with social interaction.