[ The stall manager looks less than pleased about putting the work in but rules are rules, at least when you willingly agree to follow them and Jean Louis watches as the teddy bear makes it way to Claude's waiting arms. Claude, who looks... rather impressed, which is always nice. Jean Louis is a very good shooter, though not amongst the best - he's proficient enough to defend himself and in the underworld, that doesn't mean much compared to everyone else. He's fine. He wouldn't necessarily die straight away in a shoot-out. But Claude, Claude who's grown up in a very different kind of reality, Claude who doesn't dare to want anything too grand for himself, laughs giddily and shifts about, looking like the blood's even rushing south - is that a kink of some sort, should Jean Louis take him shooting one day on City's shooting range?
And then, like it's just that easy, he asks Jean Louis to allow him to give the bear away, as if he'd ever need to ask. Jean Louis sighs, looking at him as he steps closer. He shifts to put the airgun on the counter before turning his back on the booth, facing Claude directly, the distance between them very minimal, not minimal enough. He looks into his eyes, brown and warm and open, his bedtime promise going to his blood like a sweet little heat, something for later. You let me take this teddy bear to the girl.
You let me.
Let me. ]
Always a question with you. [ He reaches out, running his cool fingers down the side of Claude's cheek gently, uncaring about who's watching or why. He keeps his voice low, even. ] If that's what you want, Claude, then that's what you do. I won it for you, it's yours.
[ Stepping back, he puts his hand in his pocket instead and fishes out a smoke with the other. He sticks it between his lips and lights it quickly, glancing over at the stall manager who's watching him with a look he knows all too well. Giving him a raised eyebrow, he leaves the package of smokes along with the lighter on the counter. It's a cold night and the man's already getting paid.
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And then, like it's just that easy, he asks Jean Louis to allow him to give the bear away, as if he'd ever need to ask. Jean Louis sighs, looking at him as he steps closer. He shifts to put the airgun on the counter before turning his back on the booth, facing Claude directly, the distance between them very minimal, not minimal enough. He looks into his eyes, brown and warm and open, his bedtime promise going to his blood like a sweet little heat, something for later. You let me take this teddy bear to the girl.
You let me.
Let me. ]
Always a question with you. [ He reaches out, running his cool fingers down the side of Claude's cheek gently, uncaring about who's watching or why. He keeps his voice low, even. ] If that's what you want, Claude, then that's what you do. I won it for you, it's yours.
[ Stepping back, he puts his hand in his pocket instead and fishes out a smoke with the other. He sticks it between his lips and lights it quickly, glancing over at the stall manager who's watching him with a look he knows all too well. Giving him a raised eyebrow, he leaves the package of smokes along with the lighter on the counter. It's a cold night and the man's already getting paid.
Save the money for something else. ]