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You're...
[What are you doing, man?]
... leering? Staring intently?
[What are you doing, man?]
... leering? Staring intently?
No, I'm pretty sure I'm not. I'm pretty sure you just like leering.
I think you might be underestimating yourself.
[Are you getting uncomfortable with the maintained eye contact because he's not giving up get.]
[Are you getting uncomfortable with the maintained eye contact because he's not giving up get.]
Then how come nobody else has ever leered at me in my life?
[Nope. Staring contest is a go.]
[Nope. Staring contest is a go.]
[It's on! Staaaare.]
Well to be far you probably weren't as close to them as you are to me now so maybe you just didn't notice.
Well to be far you probably weren't as close to them as you are to me now so maybe you just didn't notice.
Maybe. But I don't think most people sit around the office leering at me.
If that's true, they're really missing out.
[Playing with your hair again, yep.]
[Playing with your hair again, yep.]
You should inform them of that. Then more people can stare at me awkwardly.
Yes I'll just show up in your place of business and inform them all of what they're missing.
It... honestly wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's ever happened there. I doubt they'd even notice it was out of the ordinary.
I could do it naked if that'd make it weirder.
Well it wouldn't be the first time that'd happened.
[and maybe also last time for naked reasons.]
[and maybe also last time for naked reasons.]
I'm fairly sure I've been naked before, yes. Once and a while. In my lifetime.
And word to the wise, don't ever try to call your wife to bail you out of jail while naked in the middle of the night, you will not hear the end of it for DECADES.
And word to the wise, don't ever try to call your wife to bail you out of jail while naked in the middle of the night, you will not hear the end of it for DECADES.
I'm going to keep that in mind for if I ever get arrested while I'm naked, and if I ever have a wife. Both of which seem unlikely. But who knows?
Never discount anything. Maybe one day you'll want to go skinny dipping and someone will steal your clothes. Happens all the time.
I've never actually been seized by the desire to go skinny dipping. Am I missing out?
Oh, definitely. It's excellent.
I think it might be everyone else missing out in this situation as well.
[Yes, he's saying people probably want to see you naked deal with it.]
I think it might be everyone else missing out in this situation as well.
[Yes, he's saying people probably want to see you naked deal with it.]
I don't... why would...
[No he wants to stop blushing why can't he stop.]
I have no idea who the last person who saw me naked was, but I don't think they wanted to see it.
[No he wants to stop blushing why can't he stop.]
I have no idea who the last person who saw me naked was, but I don't think they wanted to see it.
Ned unwraps the present slowly and with care. He's probably doing it wrong, he knows, should tear through the newspaper and leave it in tattered crumpled shreds, but it's just not in his nature. Doing it this way also gives him time to savor the moment, though he can tell from the way Ginsberg's shifting his weight from foot to foot that he's closer to anxious than enthusiastic. He peels the tape away in the places where it's fastened and sets the paper aside whole.
Immediately, he covers his mouth with his hand, but it's not enough to hide the shocked smile on his face. To him, it's not stupid at all that Ginsberg made him something. In fact, it's quite the opposite. He could have just stopped at some shop, bought him a watch or a tie or something similarly nice but cold, impersonal. This, though, is different. It's a combination of, in some ways, the best of both of them: Ginsberg putting his advertising vision to work to come up with an ad for Ned's pie, which is likewise his passion.
"I love it," he says, right away and without reservation. He doesn't turn to the card right away, wants to take in every detail of the ad first. But then he does set it aside to pick up the booklet, figuring out to flip through and doing so with a bright, broad grin. The ending of the little visual story makes him laugh aloud, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. It's as if there is a balloon of happiness swelling in his chest, wonderful and full and just a touch painful.
"These are so-" he stops, admits, "I don't know what to say." In lieu of speaking, he closes the distance between them and kisses Ginsberg, eager and playful and still smiling. Once he's done that for a little way his mind finds its way to, "Thank you."
Immediately, he covers his mouth with his hand, but it's not enough to hide the shocked smile on his face. To him, it's not stupid at all that Ginsberg made him something. In fact, it's quite the opposite. He could have just stopped at some shop, bought him a watch or a tie or something similarly nice but cold, impersonal. This, though, is different. It's a combination of, in some ways, the best of both of them: Ginsberg putting his advertising vision to work to come up with an ad for Ned's pie, which is likewise his passion.
"I love it," he says, right away and without reservation. He doesn't turn to the card right away, wants to take in every detail of the ad first. But then he does set it aside to pick up the booklet, figuring out to flip through and doing so with a bright, broad grin. The ending of the little visual story makes him laugh aloud, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. It's as if there is a balloon of happiness swelling in his chest, wonderful and full and just a touch painful.
"These are so-" he stops, admits, "I don't know what to say." In lieu of speaking, he closes the distance between them and kisses Ginsberg, eager and playful and still smiling. Once he's done that for a little way his mind finds its way to, "Thank you."
Were you changing somewhere awkward? Did they walk in on you? This is getting very dramatic , you know.
I think it was my dad.
... so, uh, yes to both of those questions.
... so, uh, yes to both of those questions.
Well that just got a lot less sexy in my head. I was setting up, like, some classic porn scenarios.
You do realise I'm going to need to take this on as a personal challenge now, don't you?
You do realise I'm going to need to take this on as a personal challenge now, don't you?
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