[The presentation of food—artfully arranged—draws his eye first, but not long. A step forward calls Cy's attention to him, and... he waits calmly until the episode is finished. If there's a quirk of lips in humor at the overdramatic reaction, it's soon quelled in favor of a finely arched brow, mouth pursed into almost-a-frown.]
Not a date? [Because this looks like a date.
Another step forward, then Sasuke sheds his shoes at the edge of the blanket before stepping onto it, approach slow and wary as a cat.]
It must have been expensive. [He surveys the dishes again, then looks—and finds himself looking—at Cy. At the open V collar of his shirt, warm skin on broad display. It's played off in a drop of eyes, Sasuke sinking to a crouch on the blanket as he neatly folds his legs beneath him to settle.] Why here?
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Not a date? [Because this looks like a date.
Another step forward, then Sasuke sheds his shoes at the edge of the blanket before stepping onto it, approach slow and wary as a cat.]
It must have been expensive. [He surveys the dishes again, then looks—and finds himself looking—at Cy. At the open V collar of his shirt, warm skin on broad display. It's played off in a drop of eyes, Sasuke sinking to a crouch on the blanket as he neatly folds his legs beneath him to settle.] Why here?