[ That she settles into his space so naturally is troubling to Tseng, but not in the way he anticipated. Rather, it's because he knows his own gaze to soften a little as she moves. His lips puff from their hard line with a laugh that aims to be cynical but... isn't. ] My gift? [ His tension dissolves into contemplation. Rather than hard and strict, Tseng's expression morphs into something unclear as he watches her. More obviously, his drifts down to the marshmallows and cocoa bags.
When she asks about the mugs and pots, Tseng nods, stepping further into the kitchen. He crouches down to one of the cabinets to take out a pot, putting it on the counter. Then, almost as though he's giving her permission to take over the space after all: ] Mugs are above the sink.
[ Tseng opens the wall cabinet, where matching cups are stacked in sets of two on the bottom-most shelf. On the shelf above is a flower vase—empty, but lined up to the front because it was recently used. He'll do anything but point it out. ] I'll be in the living room, setting up. [ He excuses himself. There's a beat, a pause that lingers, just like Tseng does. ] I'm going to leave you to it.
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Date: 2025-02-02 03:13 pm (UTC)When she asks about the mugs and pots, Tseng nods, stepping further into the kitchen. He crouches down to one of the cabinets to take out a pot, putting it on the counter. Then, almost as though he's giving her permission to take over the space after all: ] Mugs are above the sink.
[ Tseng opens the wall cabinet, where matching cups are stacked in sets of two on the bottom-most shelf. On the shelf above is a flower vase—empty, but lined up to the front because it was recently used. He'll do anything but point it out. ] I'll be in the living room, setting up. [ He excuses himself. There's a beat, a pause that lingers, just like Tseng does. ] I'm going to leave you to it.