the stray
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thirty three
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evan fader
Distract me [lars]
POSTED ON Dec 10, 2019 6:52:13 GMT
[attr="class","evantalk"] "I would lock your keys in the safe if you had." it's almost matter of fact but surprisingly gentle, because he really would have. And keeping them from him would have been no small feat. Evan's slight of hand is impressive to say the least and while he plays up the idea of being a lumbering goof it is only because it's far more easy to be written off. At least most the time. Evan glances back at him when he comments on his eyes, it's an odd, sickeningly sweet feeling that rises in his gut. His eyes have never been anything but trouble, from the day he was born to his life as adult. How many times had he heard that? How many comments had been made about how they were like gems set in his skull? How many had told him they were one of the prettiest sets of eyes they had even seen? It was obvious in how he looks away to keep from narrowing his eyes at lars in particular that he does not think fondly of his eyes. They are expressive and bright, impossible to miss. Impossible to ignore. He feels too strongly and he's scared people with them more than the contacts. The contacts where just odd. These showed the harshness he tried so hard to hide and the glimmer of it is momentary as the thought roll through his mind before he answers him. "I will not.""Thank you for the sentiment, though." he adds almost too fast. He's not sure if it's because he wants to believe lars doesn't mean it that way or because he actually does believe it, but it doesn't change the fact Lars has given him no reason to think it anything but genuine compliment. He has no way of knowing how much he hates his eyes. And this is why he doesn't let people in. He inwardly scolds himself for how harsh that might have seen. "I'm sorry, I just really don't like my eyes." he hopes lars will let him leave it at that. He tries not to think about it, righting the pillows one more time even though they don't really need to be, looking over the night stand to be sure there's not anything else he needs to take care of- anything to not think about his eyes. "I think there's a 24 hour place here, they're the only one so they get away with it." he suggests, because it's the only one he thinks they've got a chance with and to be honest, he's really not interested in cooking something right now. He reaches behind him, the strap against his back the same one as in the nightmare. The small pocket keeps on his important things on him while he sleeps just in case. He pulls out his phone, unlocks it and hands it to him. "It's in the contacts as the 24 hour food place, menu's in the favorites on the browser. I keep it easy for guests and some of the regulars." because he doesn't really eat that kind of stuff. Laurence Anderson[newclass=.evantalk b]color: #7d6484;[/newclass]
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