He grins at Ned's comment, and it'd be hard to blame the way his cheeks
turn a little pinker entirely on the cold October air, even if it is pretty
chilly out. "Maybe you can influence me in that way after the museum. Maybe
you'll be inspired by the art."
Inspired by the art to do unwholesome things? It's entirely possible.
They're almost across the park by now, and Ginsberg is glad for it, because
from the way he shoves his free hand into the pocket of his voluminous
plaid jacket, he's getting cold, and the bag of frozen peas isn't helping
matters much. He's sure there's already a visible swelling around his eye,
and that the bruise will be showing up within the next couple of hours. He
kicks a pile of leaves, just for the hell of it, liking the way they
flutter back to the ground after he disrupts them -- there has to be an
idea for an ad in that image, doesn't there?
Finally, when they reach the museum, he cuts in front of Ned none too
gracefully, but since he's doing it for the sake of paying for both of
their admission to the museum, he hopes Ned doesn't find him too
unbearably awkward. Grabbing a museum map and stuffing the bag of peas into
his pocket after he notices the man at the admissions booth raising his
eyebrow, he unfolds the map and holds it out to Ned questioningly.
"Okay. What do you wanna see first? I have personal favorites, but I'm
gonna let you choose, because everything's good, and you haven't seen any
of it."
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He grins at Ned's comment, and it'd be hard to blame the way his cheeks turn a little pinker entirely on the cold October air, even if it is pretty chilly out. "Maybe you can influence me in that way after the museum. Maybe you'll be inspired by the art."
Inspired by the art to do unwholesome things? It's entirely possible. They're almost across the park by now, and Ginsberg is glad for it, because from the way he shoves his free hand into the pocket of his voluminous plaid jacket, he's getting cold, and the bag of frozen peas isn't helping matters much. He's sure there's already a visible swelling around his eye, and that the bruise will be showing up within the next couple of hours. He kicks a pile of leaves, just for the hell of it, liking the way they flutter back to the ground after he disrupts them -- there has to be an idea for an ad in that image, doesn't there?
Finally, when they reach the museum, he cuts in front of Ned none too gracefully, but since he's doing it for the sake of paying for both of their admission to the museum, he hopes Ned doesn't find him too unbearably awkward. Grabbing a museum map and stuffing the bag of peas into his pocket after he notices the man at the admissions booth raising his eyebrow, he unfolds the map and holds it out to Ned questioningly.
"Okay. What do you wanna see first? I have personal favorites, but I'm gonna let you choose, because everything's good, and you haven't seen any of it."