“Do we?” Charles replied. His flippancy was strictly for show, a means to prompt Erik’s exasperation in return, which also happened to be for show even if Erik would never admit it. Over the years, they’d gotten rather good at this dance, the push and pull of it like a favorite jumper–A bit worn at the edges, but still warmer than it ought to be.
“Pince will be over here in a moment, you know,” he continued, blue eyes skimming over the neat stacks of books. “D’you really want to be rushed out of here and realize later that you’ve left behind something you can’t live without?”
He plucked up a text and held it up to his chin, smiling slyly at Erik from over the top of it, dark hair slipping forward across his brow to frame his eyes.
“Besides, you’ve days yet. I’ll let you look at mine if it’ll make you feel better about it."
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Date: 2014-12-01 09:38 pm (UTC)“Pince will be over here in a moment, you know,” he continued, blue eyes skimming over the neat stacks of books. “D’you really want to be rushed out of here and realize later that you’ve left behind something you can’t live without?”
He plucked up a text and held it up to his chin, smiling slyly at Erik from over the top of it, dark hair slipping forward across his brow to frame his eyes.
“Besides, you’ve days yet. I’ll let you look at mine if it’ll make you feel better about it."