[Watch, some months from now he'll be super gay and set it as his phone background or something.]
I— what's that supposed to mean? And who even says things like "Pouty Patrick—"
[...Hang on a second. Did he just take another picture?]
C-Crow!
[Clearly, the only solution to this problem called Crow is to shove him. Or ram him mostly-playfully in the side with his elbow, whichever is easiest from this angle. Probably the elbow thing.]
[Crow's smiling like it's his birthday, saving that picture just before Rean jabs him with that elbow. His body lurches to take the blow, his hand covering the area as he secures that phone in his jacket pocket.]
[Rean's crossing his arms, scowling at Crow in a way that can't be even remotely threatening. He's just too flustered.]
Mgh... just don't go sharing those with everyone, all right? However "photogenic" you think I am, [and you can hear those air-quotes even if he doesn't motion them,] it's still embarrassing.
[He'll sigh all he wants, Crow Armbrust. He sighs because he loves it. But even so, he can't hide the little smile that pulls at his own lips as soon as he notices Crow's.
Crow's just... infectious, like that. Did he ever smile this much, this easily, before Crow wormed his way into his life? He really doesn't know.]
Sounds like a plan. Let's go.
[And off they go, to completely heterosexual waffle adventures that have no romantic implications or thoughts behind them whatsoever.]
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I— what's that supposed to mean? And who even says things like "Pouty Patrick—"
[...Hang on a second. Did he just take another picture?]
C-Crow!
[Clearly, the only solution to this problem called Crow is to shove him. Or ram him mostly-playfully in the side with his elbow, whichever is easiest from this angle. Probably the elbow thing.]
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Plenty of people!
[Crow's smiling like it's his birthday, saving that picture just before Rean jabs him with that elbow. His body lurches to take the blow, his hand covering the area as he secures that phone in his jacket pocket.]
Whaaaaat?
I couldn't resist!
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[Rean's crossing his arms, scowling at Crow in a way that can't be even remotely threatening. He's just too flustered.]
Mgh... just don't go sharing those with everyone, all right? However "photogenic" you think I am, [and you can hear those air-quotes even if he doesn't motion them,] it's still embarrassing.
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I promise, I promise~ A man's got to keep some things to himself after all.
I'd never do ANYTHING to embarrass the Rean Bean.
[From the way he says it, it's clear that he's wholeheartedly aware of how many times he's embarrassed Rean.]
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[SIGH.]
All right, well... if we're done here, want to hit up Wiffle-Waffle? Since we're standing right next door and all.
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[Don't you sigh, you love it. Crow smiles warmly, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket.]
You read my mind, though. Let's grab a booth so no one'll disturb us, then we can take a look at your new Quartz.
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[He'll sigh all he wants, Crow Armbrust. He sighs because he loves it. But even so, he can't hide the little smile that pulls at his own lips as soon as he notices Crow's.
Crow's just... infectious, like that. Did he ever smile this much, this easily, before Crow wormed his way into his life? He really doesn't know.]
Sounds like a plan. Let's go.
[And off they go, to completely heterosexual waffle adventures that have no romantic implications or thoughts behind them whatsoever.]