[ Hector patiently waits for Fandaniel to move things around, refrains from throwing back his second cup. He watches him move, occasionally stealing glances at Fandaniel's body, whatever isn't obscured by steam and water. He's so skinny.
And he really doesn't know any better. So when he sees Fandaniel's done pouring himself his drink, he grins again, lifts his cup. ]
I gotta say, this isn't exactly how I thought things were going to go today. [ He brings his cup to his lips, but doesn't drink yet. ] But I can't say I hate it.
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And he really doesn't know any better. So when he sees Fandaniel's done pouring himself his drink, he grins again, lifts his cup. ]
I gotta say, this isn't exactly how I thought things were going to go today. [ He brings his cup to his lips, but doesn't drink yet. ] But I can't say I hate it.