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"Oh whatever." he smirks, striking a ridiculous pose.
"Oh whatever." he smirks, striking a ridiculous pose.
Luc looks at him, humming, “Whatever indeed. . .” He murmurs, then shakes his head, “Anyways, it’s better on weary jeans and a jacket, you never know when a bar fight can start and then glass is everywhere.”
"Oh, trust me, I'm built to withstand any and every single bit of punishment Ireland can throw at me." Tristan grins.
“Shards of glass digging into your skin?” He huffs, “I dont want to be hunched over you with tweezers trying to pull the shards out.”
"Don't worry about the glass, sweetheart. I've had worse in me, trust me." he chuckles.
Luc pauses, looking back at Tristan, silent for a moment, he seemed. . . Thrown off by thre endermant, and it take a moment for him to reply, “I- uh, yeah, but still.”
Tristan laughs. "Hey, if you want to play nurse, I won't stop you."
“I don’t want to play nurse! I don’t want to have to worry about that.” He grumbles.
Tristan shrugs playfully. "Then I suppose you'll have to watch me pull them out myself."
“God no! The moving around you’d have to do would make it worse!” Luc huffs, crossing his arms, “Come on, Tris, it’s not that bad. In plus, with the right jeans and jacket, you’d look just as fantastic as you do now.”
"And risk looking like a JoJo character? No thanks." he chuckles.
Luc frowns, confused, “Ah. . . What is JoJo?” He tilts his head looking very confused.
Tristan freezes and then bursts into hysterical laughter.
"I forgot, there are no JoJo references in the U.K. Sorry. It's an anime." he explains.
Luv nods, "Ahh. . . Ok."
Tristan tilts his head appraisingly - though he couldn't see anything to appraise.
"Do you even know what anime is?" he asks.
Luc nods, "Yes, yes I do." He huffs, " I'm not that much of an imbecile. "
Tristan giggles.
"Wow, such a large word." he teases.
Lucas huffs, "Stop being an ass Tris." He smiles though.
"To be fair, I'm a hot ass. Both metaphorically and literally." he grins.
Luv hums siftly, "Well. . . I can't disagree."
"No, of course you can't." Tristan replies cheekily.
Luc rolls his eyes, "And you're an arrogant asshole too." He mutters.
"Oh, hush. You know you kinda enjoy it, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here with me." he retorts playfully.
Lucas smirks, "Oh, I can just get up and walk away." He crosses his arms, " I'm secretly suffering inside. "
"Then that makes you a masochist. And besides, if you wanted to get up you would have done it already. You're looking forward to the food and alcohol too much to just leave." he chuckles.
Lucas huffs, "So what if I'm a masochist? And there are plenty of places I can go to get food and booze."
"Mm-hmmm, but the fact remains is that you chose this place, which means you want to eat here and nowhere else." he shrugs.
Lucas shrugs, "I only chose this place because it's said to be the best in all Ireland. This is going to cost me more than a month's pay. I can easily get the same food elsewhere at a lesser cost. I just wanted to see if the place for the rumors."
Tristan chuckles.
"I'll pay, don't worry." he says. "As for the food, it may not be the same. After all, this place has ingredients that othe rplaces don't have most likely, like truffle salt."
Lucas shrugs, "Eh. . ." He leans back
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