[Theo instinctively wants to flirt - but he stops himself. He has yet to have the well needed moment of reflection that comes from being transported to a city post-sextopia, where he decides who he is without the need to fuck everything that moves. Granted, he used to fuck anything that moved before Duplicity but maybe, just maybe, he should filter out his slutty tendencies a little bit. His eye still read over Tony, feeling weirdly cool upon seeing him face to face and knowing there's no spark of recognition. No memory of time before.
Kind of hates that.
But Theo pulls back the chair across the table from Tony and sits on down, looking back at the barista as if trying to determine which one they were talking about earlier. Almost asks, but decides he doesn't really care, and glances back at Tony while leaning back against his seat.]
Before I let you in the inner circle of baked bread, you should tell me a story about yourself. So I know I'm not wasting secrets.
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[Theo instinctively wants to flirt - but he stops himself. He has yet to have the well needed moment of reflection that comes from being transported to a city post-sextopia, where he decides who he is without the need to fuck everything that moves. Granted, he used to fuck anything that moved before Duplicity but maybe, just maybe, he should filter out his slutty tendencies a little bit. His eye still read over Tony, feeling weirdly cool upon seeing him face to face and knowing there's no spark of recognition. No memory of time before.
Kind of hates that.
But Theo pulls back the chair across the table from Tony and sits on down, looking back at the barista as if trying to determine which one they were talking about earlier. Almost asks, but decides he doesn't really care, and glances back at Tony while leaning back against his seat.]
Before I let you in the inner circle of baked bread, you should tell me a story about yourself. So I know I'm not wasting secrets.