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[floppyhair]

[He knows you so well, Eliot... which begs the question why he put himself in this position at all, knowing this was likely gonna happen deep down.]

Honestly, it... probably would work. [He admits reluctantly. Then he snorts and looks off to the side, failing at hiding his embarrassment completely.] It's not something I want that bad, it was just a dumb thought. And really- really- fucking nerdy, so uh, take that into account before you start saying you'd probably do it.

[His resolve is weakening.]

[endlessflask]

You’re not gonna ask me to roleplay, are you?

[ He says it lazily, but with heavy amusement. He opens his eyes to look up at Quentin. ]

Is it sex related or just nerd related?

[floppyhair]

[The way his eyes shift a little anxiously probably answers that question enough.]

No- God no, I mean- uh... maybe? Sort of? But I guess, not the way you think? Just- um-

[He clears his throat to just get on with answering the second question.]

Uh, It's- it's uh... both?

[endlessflask]

[ Eliot reaches up to slide his hand over Quentin’s neck, giving it a light squeeze and pushing his fingers up into Quentin’s hair. ]

Quentin. You can ask me anything. Even nerdy, sex related things.

late late late sorry!

[floppyhair]

[He hates (and loves) how Eliot knows exactly how to get him to let his guard completely down. For a moment, he clings futilely to his stubbornness, but dammit...]

Okay, so- um... sometimes I have like- wait, maybe I should start with- [He runs a hand through his hair, tucking it behind one ear as the other continues to stroke Eliot like a curly cat.] What do you think about... fake languages?

[endlessflask]

I think there's probably no such thing as a fake language, because if you can communicate with another person using it, then it's just a real language. Right?

[ That's Eliot's deep thought for the week. ]

I'm not learning Elvish so I can talk dirty to you.