[ All this before coffee, huh? Welp. Alright, then. ]
I mean listen, you’re not giving me much to work with, saying “not mouth”. There are a whole lotta parts of people that aren’t mouths. You could be talking as high as thirteen here, but, ah…
[ Wobbly mental text transforms into a face, looking up from his cot. It was rare to see Jake asleep this late in the morning, but he’d been keeping odder hours aboard the ship. More hungover hours, too. ]
Since you’re saying one and a half, I’m guessing you mean the cheeks above the belt not below it.
[It's only fair for him to turn his video on, too. Yujin's out of his cot and in a wood-paneled room filled with thick volumes and cloudy glass bottles: turns out a ship surgeon's duties don't wait for him when he's also hungover. One drink for courage had become a few more to celebrate his own boldness with the rest of the crew, and, well... 44-year-old Yujin isn't made of the same stuff as he was before.
He raises an eyebrow, but outside of looking a bit tired, his expression's unreadable.]
[ Unreadable was one word for it. Sort of like an eye chart when you didn’t have the right prescription on. You might not be able to see the first line, but you knew from experience that it was a big E.
And Jake knew from experience that he was staring at a big ol’ S. ]
I think you’re gonna need to set the scene before I give you my tier break down. [ His voice may have been all business, but the barely hidden grin told a truer story. ] Hypothetically.
[Somehow, his placid poker face is even more suspect than if he'd looked shy about it.]
Might we add another variable? Suppose the recipient of the kiss had surprised the other person with an unusually lavish breakfast, for two, to celebrate a recent occasion. A birthday, perhaps.
Which I had not shared before now, because I had medical packs to assemble.
[...]
Hypothetically, of course.
[Obviously, they both already know what they're discussing, but what can he say? The game's fun.]
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I mean listen, you’re not giving me much to work with, saying “not mouth”. There are a whole lotta parts of people that aren’t mouths. You could be talking as high as thirteen here, but, ah…
[ Wobbly mental text transforms into a face, looking up from his cot. It was rare to see Jake asleep this late in the morning, but he’d been keeping odder hours aboard the ship. More hungover hours, too. ]
Since you’re saying one and a half, I’m guessing you mean the cheeks above the belt not below it.
video;
[It's only fair for him to turn his video on, too. Yujin's out of his cot and in a wood-paneled room filled with thick volumes and cloudy glass bottles: turns out a ship surgeon's duties don't wait for him when he's also hungover. One drink for courage had become a few more to celebrate his own boldness with the rest of the crew, and, well... 44-year-old Yujin isn't made of the same stuff as he was before.
He raises an eyebrow, but outside of looking a bit tired, his expression's unreadable.]
Neither. Let's say the hand. Theoretically.
video;
And Jake knew from experience that he was staring at a big ol’ S. ]
I think you’re gonna need to set the scene before I give you my tier break down. [ His voice may have been all business, but the barely hidden grin told a truer story. ] Hypothetically.
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Might we add another variable? Suppose the recipient of the kiss had surprised the other person with an unusually lavish breakfast, for two, to celebrate a recent occasion. A birthday, perhaps.
Which I had not shared before now, because I had medical packs to assemble.
[...]
Hypothetically, of course.
[Obviously, they both already know what they're discussing, but what can he say? The game's fun.]