Briar, ( he repeats, voice light and soft in return. briar, a name unlike any he's heard before, which seems to make it all the more special. fingers close around that delicate hand that's offered and jase nods, a small squeeze his version of a handshake.
it's enough to make his lips curve up into another smile, anyway, still a little bashful no matter how badly he wants to school his expression into something cooler. ) Call me Jase.
( he withdraws his hand before he hangs on for an uncomfortable-for-a-stranger amount of time, shoves both hands into his pants pockets again. gods, he's glad that his hands aren't sweating. there's a dramatic roll of his neck, a roll of his shoulders, and he streeeetches out his back, like he needs some extensive warming up to be able to exercise those very muscles that briar has mentioned.
his shy smile turns a little smirky, a little goofy, and he suggests: ) Is there somewhere more private we can go? I'm not sure I can do it with so many people watching.
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it's enough to make his lips curve up into another smile, anyway, still a little bashful no matter how badly he wants to school his expression into something cooler. ) Call me Jase.
( he withdraws his hand before he hangs on for an uncomfortable-for-a-stranger amount of time, shoves both hands into his pants pockets again. gods, he's glad that his hands aren't sweating. there's a dramatic roll of his neck, a roll of his shoulders, and he streeeetches out his back, like he needs some extensive warming up to be able to exercise those very muscles that briar has mentioned.
his shy smile turns a little smirky, a little goofy, and he suggests: ) Is there somewhere more private we can go? I'm not sure I can do it with so many people watching.
( please, someone stop him. )