[Ah, and what a satisfying clink it is...the sound of wineglasses coming together is one of the most comforting sounds around, as far as Sycamore is concerned! Particularly when the wine within them is excellent, as this one is.]
Parfait! I usually find Merlots overpowering, at times, but this is delightful! It goes down far too easily and I mean that as a compliment.
[He takes another sip before settling back against the couch, resting his wineglass on a knee and giving Joseph a warm look.]
A nice glass of wine can always make ones troubles feel a little smaller, no?
[Hmm...Sycamore is definitely starting to get a sense that an evening with someone definitely didn't go as Joseph planned tonight...bad date, maybe? But this level of anger feels more personal...
...well. Thoughts to be filed away.]
I do like Pinot Noir, but I'm not fussy. I love trying new things, so whatever you would like to have, I would love to have! That way I expand my horizons, no? Just like with this lovely Merlot.
[And it really is lovely! Dangerously so, really. He'll have to make sure he doesn't drink it too fast...]
As for the company, I think it's rather top-notch. I hope it is for you, now, as well.
[Since that seemed to be a bit of a sore point...]
I don't have a Pinot Noir...though--you asked about whites too, didn't you? I've a vin jaune I found in the store...It's labeled differently, but it's absolutely a vin jaune. I have a few others from that store that I haven't tried yet... so we can try them together, mm?
[He doesn't smile as easily when Augustine mentions company (he's not a fool, he knows that Augustine knows that he's upset over something like that), but he sighs heavily.]
It is, now. I am...glad you are here. This place, it is unbearably lonely sometimes.
[So many wines, so little time...he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited by the prospect...]
At this rate, I won't be walking out of here! But that doesn't bother me; it's not often I get my own personal wine tasting session. Whatever you'd like to try, Joseph.
[Sycamore takes another sip of wine after that last comment, keeping his eyes on Joseph as he does. Lonely, was it...definitely a bad encounter with more than just an acquaintance.]
I do know what you mean, though. It's hard, having to completely rebuild your social circle! Sometimes we find a winner, other times we end up hurt.
[No prizes as to which scenario Sycamore believes Joseph has experienced...]
It's hard to want to keep trying, after that, but we must. What do you think...?
So many people are just...not worthwhile! You try to be nice to them, and they just throw it in your face!
[Joseph throws his head back against the couch, glaring up at the ceiling, pouting as he remembers Yashiro's mulish expression at the restaurant. Though...the way Sycamore says it...]
I did not have much of a social circle back where I am from, I admit.
[Ah...that's a quite the clue, isn't it? Seems like his intuition was right (as it usually is). Now, how to gently press the topic without upsetting Joseph...an interesting problem...]
Ah, but the size of the original is irrelevant, no? When we're all returned to zero, once we arrive. Other than the lucky few who end up with many people from home, of course.
[Seriously, how does that work? Anyway.]
Do you prefer to just have a few close friends, mon ami?
[That request (or command!) will be entertained; Sycamore takes the wine bottle and neatly refills Joseph's glass.]
You sound like you're having a bit of trouble with a certain person, mon ami, rather than most people.
[He also tops his own glass up (just a little bit!) and settles back into the couch, watching Joseph's reactions. This sort of discourse isn't unfamiliar to him - if anything, it sends a pang through his heart. Selfish and ungrateful people, is it....]
And I don't think you're an emotional fool. It's natural to feel upset if you are hurt, no? I'm certainly not judging you.
[It's a low, displeased rumble, as Joseph glares down at his wine.]
He likes to play all his games, and yet won't indulge me in mine. Who knew that he actually had a bloody sense of shame somewhere amidst all that perversion? Is it my fault for not knowing?
[THE FOOT STOMP....why is this man so cute? Thankfully Sycamore is able to control his expression enough to ensure those thoughts are not revealed, but still. Goodness.]
That sounds frightfully rude. You're right to be upset!
[He's also getting an...odd sense of déjà vu from that description? But surely it's nothing.]
Was this a lover of yours, then? If you don't mind me asking, of course.
Not... a lover, per se. An acquaintance. [Oh wait, Yashiro has the perfect term for it, didn’t he? ]
A... fuckbuddy, in his own words. [ Joseph gives a disdainful sniff to show how much he dislikes that term, how he disapproves of it, since he is not so crass.]
[Another stomp as Joseph shoots up straight, indignant.]
He just...! He comes insisting on rutting whenever he pleases, and he’s... he can almost be kind, when he wishes, despite being an impolite cad... but...! He is so ungrateful! what kind of man does not care for nice things??
[He hopes he ordered that wine just so he can choke on it! But he’d like that, wouldn’t he!]
[Ohhh boy...as expected, once Joseph got going, he didn't seem to have any intention to stop. Sycamore quickly wipes the smile off his face, replacing it with a more serious expression. Because this is a very serious conversation!]
What happened, mon ami?
[His voice is softer, more gentle, and he happily refills that wine glass.]
[...but! Sugar is sugar, and he does take a small bite; however, he wraps his hand around the cookie, with the expectation that Joseph will let it go.]
It's really good! Thank you. I'll have some more after I finish my wine.
[....now to wait and see if that was related to their discussion, or an attempt to change the subject.]
See! It was not so difficult--he had to act like a child...call me a child! He--I have fucked him several times now, and this is where he draws the line?!
[He drains his glass, perhaps a little too fast, slamming it down as if it were a shot at the bar.]
[Well! Definitely related to the discussion, then! Sycamore starts a bit as Joseph slams his glass down, but he's not too bothered; if anything, this is good! Finally, he thinks he can piece this puzzle together.]
Correct me if I am wrong, Joseph...but it sounds like you went for a dinner date with this friend of yours, tried to be a bit intimate [-that would be where the feeding would slot in-] and he didn't react well?
[He said he 'humiliated' him, and Joseph seemed vindicated when he took a bit of that proffered cookie...
...ah.]
He didn't like it when you tried to feed him, did he?
[There's a number of things running through Sycamore's head, in terms of this particular dilemma, but one thought has currently overridden them all; this sounds like Yashiro. The talk of promiscuity, the lack of shame, the bad reaction when offered emotional intimacy (especially from someone who wasn't Doumeki)...he knows that these two know each other, so should he just...ask?]
That gesture...it's fairly intimate, mon ami. Perhaps your friend simply likes to keep things behind closed doors, no? Or it could be that he's fine with sexually intense encounters, but anything emotionally intense turns him off. Especially since the the pair of you are not romantically - the key being 'romantically' over 'sexually' - involved.
[Sighing, Sycamore takes another sip of his wine - he's talking like this is Yashiro, and honestly - it's not an unfair hypothesis.]
Some people are like that. But surely it was just a misunderstanding; what happened after he turned you down?
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Parfait! I usually find Merlots overpowering, at times, but this is delightful! It goes down far too easily and I mean that as a compliment.
[He takes another sip before settling back against the couch, resting his wineglass on a knee and giving Joseph a warm look.]
A nice glass of wine can always make ones troubles feel a little smaller, no?
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[That is an extremely poisonous tone of voice he just used!
But a moment later, it goes back to normal as Joseph sighs.]
I am glad you like it. What kind do you prefer? Perhaps I have it...
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...well. Thoughts to be filed away.]
I do like Pinot Noir, but I'm not fussy. I love trying new things, so whatever you would like to have, I would love to have! That way I expand my horizons, no? Just like with this lovely Merlot.
[And it really is lovely! Dangerously so, really. He'll have to make sure he doesn't drink it too fast...]
As for the company, I think it's rather top-notch. I hope it is for you, now, as well.
[Since that seemed to be a bit of a sore point...]
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[He doesn't smile as easily when Augustine mentions company (he's not a fool, he knows that Augustine knows that he's upset over something like that), but he sighs heavily.]
It is, now. I am...glad you are here. This place, it is unbearably lonely sometimes.
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At this rate, I won't be walking out of here! But that doesn't bother me; it's not often I get my own personal wine tasting session. Whatever you'd like to try, Joseph.
[Sycamore takes another sip of wine after that last comment, keeping his eyes on Joseph as he does. Lonely, was it...definitely a bad encounter with more than just an acquaintance.]
I do know what you mean, though. It's hard, having to completely rebuild your social circle! Sometimes we find a winner, other times we end up hurt.
[No prizes as to which scenario Sycamore believes Joseph has experienced...]
It's hard to want to keep trying, after that, but we must. What do you think...?
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[Joseph throws his head back against the couch, glaring up at the ceiling, pouting as he remembers Yashiro's mulish expression at the restaurant. Though...the way Sycamore says it...]
I did not have much of a social circle back where I am from, I admit.
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Ah, but the size of the original is irrelevant, no? When we're all returned to zero, once we arrive. Other than the lucky few who end up with many people from home, of course.
[Seriously, how does that work? Anyway.]
Do you prefer to just have a few close friends, mon ami?
[That could explain the level of hurt...]
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[He holds out his glass this time, a silent request (or perhaps command?]
I...Honestly! Do not think me an emotional fool, Augustine! I know that not everyone is worthy of becoming...even an acquaintance! I just...
[Hmph!]
I despise people who cannot make up their damn minds.
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You sound like you're having a bit of trouble with a certain person, mon ami, rather than most people.
[He also tops his own glass up (just a little bit!) and settles back into the couch, watching Joseph's reactions. This sort of discourse isn't unfamiliar to him - if anything, it sends a pang through his heart. Selfish and ungrateful people, is it....]
And I don't think you're an emotional fool. It's natural to feel upset if you are hurt, no? I'm certainly not judging you.
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[It's a low, displeased rumble, as Joseph glares down at his wine.]
He likes to play all his games, and yet won't indulge me in mine. Who knew that he actually had a bloody sense of shame somewhere amidst all that perversion? Is it my fault for not knowing?
[He...stomps his foot a little.]
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That sounds frightfully rude. You're right to be upset!
[He's also getting an...odd sense of déjà vu from that description? But surely it's nothing.]
Was this a lover of yours, then? If you don't mind me asking, of course.
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A... fuckbuddy, in his own words.
[ Joseph gives a disdainful sniff to show how much he dislikes that term, how he disapproves of it, since he is not so crass.]
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So a friend that you sleep with is causing you pain, mon ami? I'm sorry to hear that. Did you have an argument...?
[Since he's talking about it now, it's probably safe to assume it's an alright topic. Whatever happened here...]
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[Another stomp as Joseph shoots up straight, indignant.]
He just...! He comes insisting on rutting whenever he pleases, and he’s... he can almost be kind, when he wishes, despite being an impolite cad... but...! He is so ungrateful! what kind of man does not care for nice things??
[He hopes he ordered that wine just so he can choke on it! But he’d like that, wouldn’t he!]
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(Look, someone has to have priorities, here!)]
He sounds truly dreadful!
[There's that déjà vu again...to be fair, surely that description would suit many people here in Lunatia, but....hmm. Hmmm.]
It sounds like you were quite generous. Was there a gift he did not like?
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[Joseph sighs, folding an arm around his midsection, holding his glass out to Sycamore for a refill.]
Perhaps to...to his credit, he told me he was poor company, but...
[His eyes narrow, his lips pressing together.]
He was not too bad, until... [His cheeks start to burn as he remembers. He was only being playful!]
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What happened, mon ami?
[His voice is softer, more gentle, and he happily refills that wine glass.]
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[It has a hard time coming out...and in the end, he can't say it, for how foolish he sounds. But--
He reaches out and grabs a cookie from the table instead, pressing it against Sycamore's lips, instead.]
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It's really good! Thank you. I'll have some more after I finish my wine.
[....now to wait and see if that was related to their discussion, or an attempt to change the subject.]
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[He drains his glass, perhaps a little too fast, slamming it down as if it were a shot at the bar.]
He had to humiliate me like that!
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Correct me if I am wrong, Joseph...but it sounds like you went for a dinner date with this friend of yours, tried to be a bit intimate [-that would be where the feeding would slot in-] and he didn't react well?
[He said he 'humiliated' him, and Joseph seemed vindicated when he took a bit of that proffered cookie...
...ah.]
He didn't like it when you tried to feed him, did he?
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[Only with Doumeki, and Joseph had respected those--]
It isn't as if he has a sense of shame! [That Joseph can see, at least.] I wasn't offering to feed him, just...offering a taste off my spoon.
[He would have taken it.]
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That gesture...it's fairly intimate, mon ami. Perhaps your friend simply likes to keep things behind closed doors, no? Or it could be that he's fine with sexually intense encounters, but anything emotionally intense turns him off. Especially since the the pair of you are not romantically - the key being 'romantically' over 'sexually' - involved.
[Sighing, Sycamore takes another sip of his wine - he's talking like this is Yashiro, and honestly - it's not an unfair hypothesis.]
Some people are like that. But surely it was just a misunderstanding; what happened after he turned you down?
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[The bottle is drained, and Joseph moves to uncork the next, drinking out of bitterness than love for the flavor now.]
He did not need to be so rude. It was going so well up to there... what a waste! We had a private section and everything...
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