// idk why but i've been having fun writing varka again lately...
(Sneezes.)
I want to spend time with you instead of doing reports! Furthermore, you're the most enchanting man I've ever met.
(The hand gently tousling his hair gave Varka pause, antics set aside for an even greater puzzle: Flins himself. Cerulean eyes took in the visage of the man before him as if he were seeing him in a new light entirely, quiet and wondrous.)
Say, Flins...
(Holds up a hand, palm facing Flins in a 'pause' motion.)
No, I've said my piece.
(A cocky grin crawls over his lips.)
Unless you want me to repeat myself. I never took you to be such a glutton for praise, Flins.
Here. I'll be direct.
(Clears his throat dramatically.)
+
(Varka laughs fondly under his breath, a short puff of air that barely sounds like anything at all.)
That depends on if you view your own charm as a curse.
