[ they park themselves at a table for the exchange, with fitz on his second glass, fizzing to the side. as he opens his present, there's a moment where his brow furrows, concentrated on the task at hand (and fearing something overly sincere in the midst of the party — you know how he is, the ol' sap).
then, his mouth splits into a smile. ]
Oh, ha ha, [ hoisting up the planetary design on a single finger. ] as if I'm not pegged as the type from afar, anyway. [ nerd monkey, etc., said with a fond exasperation that gives away his amusement. ]
You're a menace, Kat. [ maybe against menswear, specifically. ]
no subject
then, his mouth splits into a smile. ]
Oh, ha ha, [ hoisting up the planetary design on a single finger. ] as if I'm not pegged as the type from afar, anyway. [ nerd monkey, etc., said with a fond exasperation that gives away his amusement. ]
You're a menace, Kat. [ maybe against menswear, specifically. ]