“Pushy guy ain’t cha’-“ Fish would mutter under his own breath. Nerving himself up for the most ‘tame’ conversation held.
“. . Soo, Hatchet-man. You could understand when a man . a gets needy, right?” *He’d crack a smile. Being unintentionally awkward.*
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Don't be ridiculous⠠Of course the tuxedo will make sure to berate and complain to the feline about his ludicrous ideas — before taking the deal.
Whatever is on his mind can't be worse than handling this issue all alone ; so talk.
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. . So, he won’t be berated if he were forward with what’s on his mind?
I mean, sure seems the ever fabled Mordecai Heller gets tired of standing idly by himself amidst the midnight. Maybe a compromise could be worked out? Wink, Wink.
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Bold claims often contain the truth or something the opposite party does not want to hear for multiple reasons ; the tuxedo has no reason to lie about this.
Devouring him with those eyes is pretty much the same thing — asking to taste him for real.
It's common to talk.
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Fish would choke on his cup of coffee. Such a bold claim is shocking!
He’d never- Though, who’s to say he hasn’t been a peeping tom and had what Mordecai bore on his mind all day?
While secretly he is enamored, and left stunned upon the imagery.
He doesn’t know how to reply back . . Or if he should- Simply left lacking the will to do much.
[ If I’ll be honest. Have been reconsidering letting go of Calvin as a muse for this account, would prefer someone else within the Lackadaisy-verse. If anyone has any recommendations I’ll hear ‘em out. ]