[Ah, there we go. Isabeau's laugher is warming, chasing out the chill of Siffrin's anxieties and what-ifs. Their smirk softens into something more smile-like, but not entirely. They're not done yet, after all.]
You are the fashionable one.
[They are unrelenting. So it's a good thing Isabeau has terrible taste – at least in humor and romantic interests. He really is otherwise pretty damn stylish, as far as Siffrin can tell. People look at Isa when they're in towns. It's just objective fact that he's attractive.
(Siffrin almost wishes he weren't. It just makes it harder to sort out their feelings. How does one know the difference between romantic love and platonic love plus appreciation for an objectively good-looking, very likable person?)
Trying to keep his brain in the moment, lest his thoughts spiral off in some unpleasant direction, Siffrin absently twists his fingers. At least the gloves stop him from biting his nails instead. He nods.]
Well, you know where to find me whenever you need more excellent jokes.
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You are the fashionable one.
[They are unrelenting. So it's a good thing Isabeau has terrible taste – at least in humor and romantic interests. He really is otherwise pretty damn stylish, as far as Siffrin can tell. People look at Isa when they're in towns. It's just objective fact that he's attractive.
(Siffrin almost wishes he weren't. It just makes it harder to sort out their feelings. How does one know the difference between romantic love and platonic love plus appreciation for an objectively good-looking, very likable person?)
Trying to keep his brain in the moment, lest his thoughts spiral off in some unpleasant direction, Siffrin absently twists his fingers. At least the gloves stop him from biting his nails instead. He nods.]
Well, you know where to find me whenever you need more excellent jokes.
[Hiding behind a boulangerie, apparently.]