'Mr Grumpy'. Faolan can't help but give the other man a look at the
nickname. It's not the first time he's used it on him, and he's willing to
bet it won't be the last. He's not going to deny that he's got something of
an attitude, and that yes, he can get moody. Hell, he even uses the travel
mug for good measure.
So when Lancelot offers him a chair, he sinks into it. Mostly because the
other man is still right there and he's got the drink to nurse and some
space to keep distance between the rest of them. Not that he's anticipating
anything, but he feels better at something of a distance, for the time
being.
Although. Girlfriend? Faolan has to raise his eyebrows at that slightly,
glancing between the pair of them. Poor Lily, fought over between
Lancelot's friends. Wouldn't she like to know that he's got some things for
her, in the next room. He hopes she'll like them -- she certainly seems to
enjoy pretty much anything. He doesn't have anything for her at the moment,
but he will give his best ear scratches if she does decide to say hello to
him instead.
He feels awkward. He doesn't know how to make conversation at the best of
times and this is certainly not one of his best times. He glances sideways
at Lancelot once more for guidance. The drink is going to be gone far too
quickly if left to his own devices...
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'Mr Grumpy'. Faolan can't help but give the other man a look at the nickname. It's not the first time he's used it on him, and he's willing to bet it won't be the last. He's not going to deny that he's got something of an attitude, and that yes, he can get moody. Hell, he even uses the travel mug for good measure.
So when Lancelot offers him a chair, he sinks into it. Mostly because the other man is still right there and he's got the drink to nurse and some space to keep distance between the rest of them. Not that he's anticipating anything, but he feels better at something of a distance, for the time being.
Although. Girlfriend? Faolan has to raise his eyebrows at that slightly, glancing between the pair of them. Poor Lily, fought over between Lancelot's friends. Wouldn't she like to know that he's got some things for her, in the next room. He hopes she'll like them -- she certainly seems to enjoy pretty much anything. He doesn't have anything for her at the moment, but he will give his best ear scratches if she does decide to say hello to him instead.
He feels awkward. He doesn't know how to make conversation at the best of times and this is certainly not one of his best times. He glances sideways at Lancelot once more for guidance. The drink is going to be gone far too quickly if left to his own devices...