[ Rowen pointedly doesn't think about Sage's grip or his hands or anything else besides ordering drinks. Because he knows himself– if he's going to get into that spiral of thought it was going to be hours before he came out of it. Hours. He's been there before. Not quite with this topic, but something close to it. Sage has been simultaneously closest to him and furthest away. It's in the way the blonde sort of holds himself aloof. All that old time samurai upbringing, he thinks.
Still, that background is something that makes him interesting. Even moreso when he can be easier to prank because of it. Drink orders are filled and Rowen scoops both of the cups up, finding the profile Sage cuts without much effort. And naturally, he's sitting in a sunny spot. Naturally. ]
Here.
[ Rowen slides the drink over to the other man– it's a ridiculous concoction that the barista had dubbed "dead raiser" for how much caffeine and sugar was in it. He keeps the correct drink to himself as he slides into the chair, elbows set on the table top without regard for manners. ]
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Still, that background is something that makes him interesting. Even moreso when he can be easier to prank because of it. Drink orders are filled and Rowen scoops both of the cups up, finding the profile Sage cuts without much effort. And naturally, he's sitting in a sunny spot. Naturally. ]
Here.
[ Rowen slides the drink over to the other man– it's a ridiculous concoction that the barista had dubbed "dead raiser" for how much caffeine and sugar was in it. He keeps the correct drink to himself as he slides into the chair, elbows set on the table top without regard for manners. ]