“Riiiight,” he said to computer boy, pressing the coffee to his lips. A smirk danced behind it. Scepticism practically dripped from the word, but Gideon was sharper than he sometimes liked to let on. Most of those words meant very little to him right now, but they would not be forgotten. And Gideon was like a dog with a bone when he brushed up against a mystery. If Jaxen had done something stupid. Again. Then it was probably his heartfelt duty as Saelia’s best friend to dig up all that dirt. Even if it was just to point the finger and laugh a bit. Not like Jaxen couldn’t sort his own shit.
He pulled the wallet from his pocket, snickering to himself as he shot a message and then shoved it back away again.
To Jaxen:
You stumble into another cult?
To his brother’s lover’s question, he outright laughed. Somewhere, baby Marveet’s ears must be burning. But though a little irritation dug under his skin (literal model in the room, people) he let others supply the explanation, curious to see what they would say. Instead he used his mug to point in Liam’s direction, and called out to Hayden: “Hey, that one’s off limits. He’s my cousin.”
He pulled the wallet from his pocket, snickering to himself as he shot a message and then shoved it back away again.
To Jaxen:
You stumble into another cult?
To his brother’s lover’s question, he outright laughed. Somewhere, baby Marveet’s ears must be burning. But though a little irritation dug under his skin (literal model in the room, people) he let others supply the explanation, curious to see what they would say. Instead he used his mug to point in Liam’s direction, and called out to Hayden: “Hey, that one’s off limits. He’s my cousin.”