"That was totally unnecessary," Maelin said flatly after Ammon had disappeared back to the kitchen. Charles only shrugged innocently and crossed his arms across his chest.
"What's wrong with having a little fun? No harm done. He is rather attractive, though, isn't he?" Charles's tone was light, his small smile still present.
"That's not the point I'm trying to make, Charles."
"So what's your point?"
"My point is-" Maelin paused and closed her mouth. She didn't really have a solid reason, now that she thought about it. "Just- just stop that. We're here to eat, not for me to watch you try and score some (a)ss."
Charles looked mildly offended. "Score some (a)ss? I'm just having some fun- do you think I'm some manwhore? Are you saying I'm banned from talking to attractive young men- don't give me that look, you know he's attractive- purely because you don't like to watch? You're the one who invited me here. If it makes you uncomfortable I can understand that, but that's all you had to say about it. Don't try and shame into a silent breakfast without any explanation."
Maelin's jaw hung slightly open as she got her (a)ss handed to her on a silver platter. "I- Charles, I didn't mean to-"
"No, just forget about it," he said, waving a hand and leaning back in his chair. "We're here to eat. And plan. Or whatever."
Maelin's expression was haunted with guilt. She hadn't meant to hurt Charles's feelings; she thought he'd just been trying to annoy her. "You can flirt if you want," she muttered, self-consciously scratching the back of her neck.
He shook his head once, leasing a long breath. "Sorry for going off. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won't. He's cute. I acted. I forget you're not quite used to that, I suppose."
"No, really. I just thought it was a joke, then it wasn't and... yeah, I guess I'm tired."
"Don't think he was very interested in me anyways."
"Yeah, I- wait, what? You saw him smiling. He's totally down."
"Don't think so. I think he was more-" he faded off as Ammon approached the table with their food, and gave her a knowing look. She shot back a confused look to refute it. When the tea clinked down against the table she scooped it up quickly, relishing in the slight burn of the scalding ceramic against her palms. Charles took a sip of his coffee and hummed in delight, instantly perking up a bit more with the rush of caffeine. He raised an eyebrow at Maelin when the waiter mentioned her name as if to make a point that she didn't quite catch.
She slid her eyes over and upwards towards the waiter and held his gaze, slowly taking a sip of her tea. She put the mug down and crossed her arms on the table, maintaining her stare with a somewhat smug smile on her face. There was an awkward silence that lasted about 10 seconds before Charles huffed out a breath, rolling his eyes.
"Her name's Maelin," he said, to which Maelin's face dropped to a scowl and she kicked him hard under the table. He didn't even flinch, giving her a dry look. "And she loves to be mysterious."
@boneshadow22 scuse me how dare you suggest a couple thousand miles away being a viable excuse to s l a c k only PEASANTS slack smh
"What's wrong with having a little fun? No harm done. He is rather attractive, though, isn't he?" Charles's tone was light, his small smile still present.
"That's not the point I'm trying to make, Charles."
"So what's your point?"
"My point is-" Maelin paused and closed her mouth. She didn't really have a solid reason, now that she thought about it. "Just- just stop that. We're here to eat, not for me to watch you try and score some (a)ss."
Charles looked mildly offended. "Score some (a)ss? I'm just having some fun- do you think I'm some manwhore? Are you saying I'm banned from talking to attractive young men- don't give me that look, you know he's attractive- purely because you don't like to watch? You're the one who invited me here. If it makes you uncomfortable I can understand that, but that's all you had to say about it. Don't try and shame into a silent breakfast without any explanation."
Maelin's jaw hung slightly open as she got her (a)ss handed to her on a silver platter. "I- Charles, I didn't mean to-"
"No, just forget about it," he said, waving a hand and leaning back in his chair. "We're here to eat. And plan. Or whatever."
Maelin's expression was haunted with guilt. She hadn't meant to hurt Charles's feelings; she thought he'd just been trying to annoy her. "You can flirt if you want," she muttered, self-consciously scratching the back of her neck.
He shook his head once, leasing a long breath. "Sorry for going off. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won't. He's cute. I acted. I forget you're not quite used to that, I suppose."
"No, really. I just thought it was a joke, then it wasn't and... yeah, I guess I'm tired."
"Don't think he was very interested in me anyways."
"Yeah, I- wait, what? You saw him smiling. He's totally down."
"Don't think so. I think he was more-" he faded off as Ammon approached the table with their food, and gave her a knowing look. She shot back a confused look to refute it. When the tea clinked down against the table she scooped it up quickly, relishing in the slight burn of the scalding ceramic against her palms. Charles took a sip of his coffee and hummed in delight, instantly perking up a bit more with the rush of caffeine. He raised an eyebrow at Maelin when the waiter mentioned her name as if to make a point that she didn't quite catch.
She slid her eyes over and upwards towards the waiter and held his gaze, slowly taking a sip of her tea. She put the mug down and crossed her arms on the table, maintaining her stare with a somewhat smug smile on her face. There was an awkward silence that lasted about 10 seconds before Charles huffed out a breath, rolling his eyes.
"Her name's Maelin," he said, to which Maelin's face dropped to a scowl and she kicked him hard under the table. He didn't even flinch, giving her a dry look. "And she loves to be mysterious."
@boneshadow22 scuse me how dare you suggest a couple thousand miles away being a viable excuse to s l a c k only PEASANTS slack smh
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