[ Not actually all that routine, but those times Irving has had it he did in fact consider it something of a luxury, which is why the cocoa here tasting better to him than England's cocoa is so surprising to him.
Just to imagine it: better than England's. Incredible.
Irving catches the movement in his peripheral vision and glances over as Cheol-gang is eating a piece of the snowflake cookie, ears going a bit red when the two men accidentally make brief eye contact, which Irving then prolongs by a few more seconds so that it won't appear as if he's been "caught" staring, even though it certainly feels that way. His imagination (thanks to the hot chocolate) is already running a little wilder than he knows it should, mind getting ahead of itself as he feels more of a stir in his chest again, and then another, as low as his groin, thinking about... ]
... No. Not yet.
[ Which is, in fact, a lie, which surprises Irving as he hears himself saying it; there was their first time, obviously, and then twice with Jack Rackham, once with Huaisang... as he understands the parameters of Duplicity's quota, he has absolutely already met it for the month, so why is he claiming otherwise?
He swallows slowly, biting the corner of his lip, more redness spreading across his face as he murmurs back in a similarly low tone: ]
Know that I would let you, sir. Whatever it is that you're thinking of.
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Just to imagine it: better than England's. Incredible.
Irving catches the movement in his peripheral vision and glances over as Cheol-gang is eating a piece of the snowflake cookie, ears going a bit red when the two men accidentally make brief eye contact, which Irving then prolongs by a few more seconds so that it won't appear as if he's been "caught" staring, even though it certainly feels that way. His imagination (thanks to the hot chocolate) is already running a little wilder than he knows it should, mind getting ahead of itself as he feels more of a stir in his chest again, and then another, as low as his groin, thinking about... ]
... No. Not yet.
[ Which is, in fact, a lie, which surprises Irving as he hears himself saying it; there was their first time, obviously, and then twice with Jack Rackham, once with Huaisang... as he understands the parameters of Duplicity's quota, he has absolutely already met it for the month, so why is he claiming otherwise?
He swallows slowly, biting the corner of his lip, more redness spreading across his face as he murmurs back in a similarly low tone: ]
Know that I would let you, sir. Whatever it is that you're thinking of.