[There are some serious conversations he must have with both of these guys, but that has to wait until they're separated. One of them has to leave first, or Taryon has to tell both of them to leave his room and he'll spend the night alone. Then, he has to figure out how to confront his friends without wishing to be swallowed by the ground.
Like Johnny, he needs something in his mouth to handle all this. He twists the top of the bottle of peach tea and takes a big swig of the subtle, sweet drink.]
...I have be called a pretty boy by my friends. I thinks that's close enough. [A forced grin directed at Astarion. Gods, it feels like he's on the verge of slapping Johnny. When did he get so jealous? He used to think that the only issue was being oblivious to Astarion's flirting back then.]
I'm sorry for...[shit, who should he apologize for?] All this. I thought this would be a fun time to get to know each other, but...
[Putting him on thr spot with no warning ears that he doesn't have hours to prepare a speech. He has no argument that can calm both of them, and now they're arguing about his feelings while he's sitting right there. Maybe not out of malice, this isn't his father planning an arranged marriage purely for financial gain behind his back, but Taryon is being flung back to the not so distant past when his thoughts were irrelevant. He was the heir, a thing to show off to other families like the expensive furniture. Or he was the intruder to an established mercenary group who was both a figure of ire and of entertainment.
He's not someone filling the role of a naive damsel about to be swept away by a rogue. He takes another large gulp of the tea.] You know, you don't have to fight over me. I am literally an adult and I'm fine with dating who I want and having friends over. I think that's normal? Inviting people over? [A side glance at Astarion, then a questioning looking at Johnny. He surely must have had a more normal childhood to better answer this.]
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Date: 2025-05-31 05:04 am (UTC)Like Johnny, he needs something in his mouth to handle all this. He twists the top of the bottle of peach tea and takes a big swig of the subtle, sweet drink.]
...I have be called a pretty boy by my friends. I thinks that's close enough. [A forced grin directed at Astarion. Gods, it feels like he's on the verge of slapping Johnny. When did he get so jealous? He used to think that the only issue was being oblivious to Astarion's flirting back then.]
I'm sorry for...[shit, who should he apologize for?] All this. I thought this would be a fun time to get to know each other, but...
[Putting him on thr spot with no warning ears that he doesn't have hours to prepare a speech. He has no argument that can calm both of them, and now they're arguing about his feelings while he's sitting right there. Maybe not out of malice, this isn't his father planning an arranged marriage purely for financial gain behind his back, but Taryon is being flung back to the not so distant past when his thoughts were irrelevant. He was the heir, a thing to show off to other families like the expensive furniture. Or he was the intruder to an established mercenary group who was both a figure of ire and of entertainment.
He's not someone filling the role of a naive damsel about to be swept away by a rogue. He takes another large gulp of the tea.] You know, you don't have to fight over me. I am literally an adult and I'm fine with dating who I want and having friends over. I think that's normal? Inviting people over? [A side glance at Astarion, then a questioning looking at Johnny. He surely must have had a more normal childhood to better answer this.]