What can I say, you're an interesting guy. [Said with a playful wink sent Diluc's way and a grin. He could be quite forward, but when people caught his interest as quickly as Diluc did, he can't help but be a little curious.
Plus, the man was hot as hell.] If you really don't want to and just need the money, we can probably pour the tea down the drain and fudge the report. [Because want and enthusiasm was important, to Chuuya. He follows that up by holding up his hotel key, a silent question.]
But you're handsome, strong, and sharp enough to have taken me by surprise more than once. That makes you an really attractive guy in both looks and personality to me, so yeah... I'll be up front about that fact for sure.
[People have called him interesting before. It's not always a compliment but he doesn't think Chuuya means anything bad by it. Something about the guy just... doesn't give him that impression.
But then he keeps talking, and a delicate flush of pink races across the tops of Diluc's cheekbones. He blinks, clears his throat, and ducks his head slightly as if to cover the heat he can feel on his face. It isn't that he's ignorant of his aesthetic appeal... but he doesn't often hear it so bluntly stated right in front of him.]
Let's just... see how it goes.
[How strong can the tea really be, after all? He reaches out and plucks the key from Chuuya's hand.]
I think I can trust you not to make this into something I'll regret.
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Plus, the man was hot as hell.] If you really don't want to and just need the money, we can probably pour the tea down the drain and fudge the report. [Because want and enthusiasm was important, to Chuuya. He follows that up by holding up his hotel key, a silent question.]
But you're handsome, strong, and sharp enough to have taken me by surprise more than once. That makes you an really attractive guy in both looks and personality to me, so yeah... I'll be up front about that fact for sure.
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But then he keeps talking, and a delicate flush of pink races across the tops of Diluc's cheekbones. He blinks, clears his throat, and ducks his head slightly as if to cover the heat he can feel on his face. It isn't that he's ignorant of his aesthetic appeal... but he doesn't often hear it so bluntly stated right in front of him.]
Let's just... see how it goes.
[How strong can the tea really be, after all? He reaches out and plucks the key from Chuuya's hand.]
I think I can trust you not to make this into something I'll regret.