"You said you already had a place in mind," the Turk murmurs, busy looking down at his shirt and trying to find any fault in the blue birds and bright pineapples on a background of palm trees and badly drawn waves. Well...maybe it's a little loud. But only a little!
"Leaving without me? I really don't think you should make it a trend," he remarks dryly, arching a brow at the other man. He raises a hand before Emil can protest the unfair comment.
"It's a joke. I'm over it. I freaked out for the first few months. By now I'm just..." he shrugs, unable to really describe his state of mind beyond 'fine', which was never an accurate enough assessment. Fine described an Amazon package, not a person's feelings.
"Anywhere that has crepes, if you know them. I'm a fuckin' sucker for crepes. They're the coolest thing. Breakfast? Crepe. Lunch? Crepe. Dinner? Crepe. Dessert? CREPE. There's nothin' you can't get!"
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"Leaving without me? I really don't think you should make it a trend," he remarks dryly, arching a brow at the other man. He raises a hand before Emil can protest the unfair comment.
"It's a joke. I'm over it. I freaked out for the first few months. By now I'm just..." he shrugs, unable to really describe his state of mind beyond 'fine', which was never an accurate enough assessment. Fine described an Amazon package, not a person's feelings.
"Anywhere that has crepes, if you know them. I'm a fuckin' sucker for crepes. They're the coolest thing. Breakfast? Crepe. Lunch? Crepe. Dinner? Crepe. Dessert? CREPE. There's nothin' you can't get!"