[Gokudera can’t see how well his flirting hits, and just stares in confusion for a moment, trying to pick through those six words.
He hadn’t thought of a name for himself. It’s not like he’ll go by ‘Smoking Bomb’, right?! That’s… only cool on the streets and is a bit too telling. Gokudera looks off to the side, having to mull over a few different options when Zuko moves closer to him.
They must be an interesting sight together as he looks up, all bluster and confidence all but knocked over and out of him.]
You can call me Storm. If you want.
[He sounds uncertain. It works, right? It’s not his name, obviously, and he’s just entirely uncomfortable. The outfit on his boyfriend is unfamiliar, he can’t eat the fae food. There’s already a lot of noise. He’s not sure how to have a good time.
And he hasn’t told a soul he’s trying to quit smoking. Quitting cold turkey is much more difficult than he’d anticipated. He didn’t want anyone to know, even though he’s sure that he’d have had the support from the people who love him. It’s just… he wanted to do this for them, and conquer his addiction on his own.
Gokudera is going to be chomping at his lip and the inside of his cheek throughout the night. Even seems to be doing it this very moment. If not that, then next it will be his fingernails.]
What’s with this outfit, hm? Seems so strong…
[The hand with the cigar goes into his pants pocket and starts to pick apart the roll, actively destroying it and hoping that will be enough to stomp out the temptation to pull it back out and light it. Just… idly tearing wrapper leaf and aged tobacco inside his pocket.]
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He hadn’t thought of a name for himself. It’s not like he’ll go by ‘Smoking Bomb’, right?! That’s… only cool on the streets and is a bit too telling. Gokudera looks off to the side, having to mull over a few different options when Zuko moves closer to him.
They must be an interesting sight together as he looks up, all bluster and confidence all but knocked over and out of him.]
You can call me Storm. If you want.
[He sounds uncertain. It works, right? It’s not his name, obviously, and he’s just entirely uncomfortable. The outfit on his boyfriend is unfamiliar, he can’t eat the fae food. There’s already a lot of noise. He’s not sure how to have a good time.
And he hasn’t told a soul he’s trying to quit smoking. Quitting cold turkey is much more difficult than he’d anticipated. He didn’t want anyone to know, even though he’s sure that he’d have had the support from the people who love him. It’s just… he wanted to do this for them, and conquer his addiction on his own.
Gokudera is going to be chomping at his lip and the inside of his cheek throughout the night. Even seems to be doing it this very moment. If not that, then next it will be his fingernails.]
What’s with this outfit, hm? Seems so strong…
[The hand with the cigar goes into his pants pocket and starts to pick apart the roll, actively destroying it and hoping that will be enough to stomp out the temptation to pull it back out and light it. Just… idly tearing wrapper leaf and aged tobacco inside his pocket.]