[ Yes, he uttered a “Hurry up, Jon!” while watching the bubble appear, disappear, appear for a long time, only to hide itself once more. If he hadn’t decided to put his feet up on the couch, he would be pacing a path on the floor by now. Martin thought he’d been vague enough that the suggestion wouldn’t cue off Jon, but the longer the man stalls out on his response, the more he’s not so sure.
His eyes scan over the first text so fast none of it registers. He takes a breath and goes back to read more carefully – and there is a very high exclamation that has a bit of disbelieving laughter tacked on for good measure. What the actual fuck, Jon?
The additional text can’t even bring him down because he’s already responding – and cursing quietly under his breath at how shaky his hands are. ]
It doesn’t, but I could bring a thermos... would it still be a date, then?
[ SHOOT THE SHOT. He might suffocate himself with his throw pillow after, but if he dies it’s after sending: ] Or the DATE variety. Obviously.
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His eyes scan over the first text so fast none of it registers. He takes a breath and goes back to read more carefully – and there is a very high exclamation that has a bit of disbelieving laughter tacked on for good measure. What the actual fuck, Jon?
The additional text can’t even bring him down because he’s already responding – and cursing quietly under his breath at how shaky his hands are. ]
It doesn’t, but I could bring a thermos... would it still be a date, then?
[ SHOOT THE SHOT. He might suffocate himself with his throw pillow after, but if he dies it’s after sending: ] Or the DATE variety. Obviously.
[ He will be greeted in the halls of Valhalla. ]