[ Eliot doesn't mind. He's a very tactile person, so he's always touching, and no one ever wants to touch back. So, yes, it's very nice when someone is fine with this sort of thing.
Though, if Eliot's being real … Come on. If the two of them hadn't ended up in this sort of situation, he'd have been surprised, and - ah. There it is. ]
I am very aware of it, yes. [ He smirks as he takes a sip of his drink, reaching up his hand to nest long fingers in Klaus' hair. ] Though I do make it a point to keep equally beautiful company.
[unsurprisingly, klaus doesn't mind the returned touch whatsoever. craves it even, if the way he absentmindedly leans into the fingers atop his head is any indication.
regardless of the sincerity in eliot's words, a faint snort escapes the conjuror, his eyes fluttering shut while he pulls from his glass again then sets it on his knee. his unoccupied hand moves, index and middle digits walking their way across the other man's forearm, fingertips hesitating at the bumps of his knuckles.]
Flatterer, [comes the gentle tease,] but hey, doesn't everyone like a good stroke every now and then? [a beat] To their ego in this case, though I'm sure they aren't against others... and neither am I.
[ Eliot's lips twist up into a smirk. He downs the rest of his drink, letting the burn warm his throat and his stomach before he leans to set the empty glass aside. He's careful not to dislodge Klaus too much. ]
[now they're really getting somewhere. klaus can't lie, he's thought about it, he's thought about it a lot, and well—]
Are you offering?
[the remainder of his own drink goes down just as quickly as eliot's, he sets the cup aside too, lifts his head, adjusts how he's sitting so he can better look at his friend.] Because if so, then yes, it is. Maybe even a little more than that if you're up for it?
Mm, I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you.
[ Eliot's smirk stays in place, but eases into something a little softer, more amused. He reaches his hand up to cup Klaus' jaw, fingers curling against his neck. ]
Trust me, I'm not nearly wasted enough to be taken advantage of.
[without missing a beat, klaus leans into the touch, turns so his lips brush across eliot's palm where he briefly hesitates. there's a joke to be made here, except he's not nearly sober enough for it.
instead, he lifts the hand that had put his cup down to hold eliot's wrist, averts his gaze back to him and flashes a grin of his own.] I'm too drunk to make a joke, [he admits sincerely,] but I can see you just fine... for the most part.
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these old things?
Though, if Eliot's being real … Come on. If the two of them hadn't ended up in this sort of situation, he'd have been surprised, and - ah. There it is. ]
I am very aware of it, yes. [ He smirks as he takes a sip of his drink, reaching up his hand to nest long fingers in Klaus' hair. ] Though I do make it a point to keep equally beautiful company.
yaaahs those (also holy shit what a good icon)
regardless of the sincerity in eliot's words, a faint snort escapes the conjuror, his eyes fluttering shut while he pulls from his glass again then sets it on his knee. his unoccupied hand moves, index and middle digits walking their way across the other man's forearm, fingertips hesitating at the bumps of his knuckles.]
Flatterer, [comes the gentle tease,] but hey, doesn't everyone like a good stroke every now and then? [a beat] To their ego in this case, though I'm sure they aren't against others... and neither am I.
[if that wasn't evident.]
weeps thank u he's so lovely looking
[ Eliot's lips twist up into a smirk. He downs the rest of his drink, letting the burn warm his throat and his stomach before he leans to set the empty glass aside. He's careful not to dislodge Klaus too much. ]
Is that your way of asking for a stroke or two?
he really is, i'm cry ;o;
Are you offering?
[the remainder of his own drink goes down just as quickly as eliot's, he sets the cup aside too, lifts his head, adjusts how he's sitting so he can better look at his friend.] Because if so, then yes, it is. Maybe even a little more than that if you're up for it?
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[ Eliot's smirk stays in place, but eases into something a little softer, more amused. He reaches his hand up to cup Klaus' jaw, fingers curling against his neck. ]
Can you even see straight?
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[without missing a beat, klaus leans into the touch, turns so his lips brush across eliot's palm where he briefly hesitates. there's a joke to be made here, except he's not nearly sober enough for it.
instead, he lifts the hand that had put his cup down to hold eliot's wrist, averts his gaze back to him and flashes a grin of his own.] I'm too drunk to make a joke, [he admits sincerely,] but I can see you just fine... for the most part.