[ Dash blinks, then puts a hand to his throat. ] Really? [ He sounds intrigued, curious even. ] Does that actually happen? I never noticed that! Wow. [ Apparently this is a revelation to him, or something like it. He's not always the most self-reflective of people, but this is possibly something only Sungmin would've noticed. ]
That it killed the cat? [ Dash raises a hand with a finger pointing outward, then tuts softly. ] Satisfaction brought it back though! So I just need to be satisfied.
[ Dash leans in, resting his elbows lightly on the table, chin in hand. He couldn't look more invested. ] That's exactly what I want. To have a place of my own, where I can help people. Maybe hats aren't everyone's cup of tea, but I like to think I could maybe put a smile or two on people's faces! Maybe.
[ Dash is a little endeared and charmed by Sungmin's expression and the fact that it's paired with discretion. That's the kind of thing that makes a person more likely to share, isn't it? He laughs softly, shaking his head. ] That's not a story I should share over baked goods, maybe. Maybe over a glass of wine!
[ He mimes drinking and then moves as though he's going to turn his attention to the aforementioned baked goods again, when he spots something that makes him giggle a little. Standing upright, he steps around the counter until he's standing beside Sungmin. ] Can I? [ he asks, pointing to Sungmin's head. ]
You've got-- [ He reaches forward, maybe not intending to touch just yet, but misjudging the distance. His fingers runs through Sungmin's hair and come away with a little pink on the tips. He holds them up demonstratively. ]
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That it killed the cat? [ Dash raises a hand with a finger pointing outward, then tuts softly. ] Satisfaction brought it back though! So I just need to be satisfied.
[ Dash leans in, resting his elbows lightly on the table, chin in hand. He couldn't look more invested. ] That's exactly what I want. To have a place of my own, where I can help people. Maybe hats aren't everyone's cup of tea, but I like to think I could maybe put a smile or two on people's faces! Maybe.
[ Dash is a little endeared and charmed by Sungmin's expression and the fact that it's paired with discretion. That's the kind of thing that makes a person more likely to share, isn't it? He laughs softly, shaking his head. ] That's not a story I should share over baked goods, maybe. Maybe over a glass of wine!
[ He mimes drinking and then moves as though he's going to turn his attention to the aforementioned baked goods again, when he spots something that makes him giggle a little. Standing upright, he steps around the counter until he's standing beside Sungmin. ] Can I? [ he asks, pointing to Sungmin's head. ]
You've got-- [ He reaches forward, maybe not intending to touch just yet, but misjudging the distance. His fingers runs through Sungmin's hair and come away with a little pink on the tips. He holds them up demonstratively. ]