[ Carlos should feel good, of course. Why wouldn't he feel good? If he likes Cecil, of course he's going to like Kevin. Cecil is attractive, dedicated to his job, and utterly imperfect. All that there is to love about Cecil, there's more of in Kevin. Cecil is so, so imperfect and Carlos should feel honored to have the immediate affection of Kevin who does not have all of those nasty imperfections that run rampant in Cecil. It's no use denying it when things do feel good. It's only natural, after all. ]
Of course, of course. It would be such a shame to lose a life over a silly little mistake. [ Then again, if you were looking to redecorate loss of life might not be such a bad thing. ] You know, if you were to work for StrexCorp you wouldn't have to worry about putting yourself to bed. StrexCorp ensures that all of its employees go to bed when they're supposed to and wake up when they're supposed to. As you said, exhausted people make mistakes and mistakes are not productive. StrexCorp does everything they can to make sure all of its employees are in tip top shape so that we're all as productive as possible. [ He says this casually, like he's not trying to convince Carlos of anything, merely stating a fact about Kevin's own place of business.
He is, of course, stating this for the sole purpose of perhaps wooing Carlos into becoming a StrexCorp employee. It hadn't been Kevin's original intention to mention the possibility of Carlos coming to work for StrexCorp -- certainly not this soon, at least -- but now seems as good a time as any if they're talking about work. Kevin loves working for StrexCorp. He can't imagine working for anyone else. It's only natural that he talk about all the benefits of working for them.
When Carlos doesn't pull his hand away Kevin takes the opportunity to wrap his fingers around Carlos's. His touch remains gentle, feather light, but definitely there. It's something of a test to see how far he can go before the city and the food's influence no longer reaches Carlos. ]
Oh, you've already finished your lasagna! [ He says it like he hasn't been watching Carlos take every bite, like he hasn't been aware of when Carlos ate the last bite from the moment he sunk his fork into it. ] Would you like anything for dessert? I just love the tiramisu! I don't think I've ever left Little Gerry's without getting it. I would even go so far as to say it's to die for.
[ Kevin puts emphasis on the word "die", but his voice is too cheery, too bright. It lacks the foreboding darkness that emphasis like that should have, that would be present if this were fiction and that phrase were foreshadowing for something and that's appropriate. Kevin has no intention of letting Carlos die. Not right now, at least. He wants to keep Carlos here, to make him a valuable member of the StrexCorp and Desert Bluffs community, to make Carlos his. Letting Carlos die just wouldn't do. ]
I hope this tag turns out to be worth the nearly four month wait hahaha... I'm so sorry.
Of course, of course. It would be such a shame to lose a life over a silly little mistake. [ Then again, if you were looking to redecorate loss of life might not be such a bad thing. ] You know, if you were to work for StrexCorp you wouldn't have to worry about putting yourself to bed. StrexCorp ensures that all of its employees go to bed when they're supposed to and wake up when they're supposed to. As you said, exhausted people make mistakes and mistakes are not productive. StrexCorp does everything they can to make sure all of its employees are in tip top shape so that we're all as productive as possible. [ He says this casually, like he's not trying to convince Carlos of anything, merely stating a fact about Kevin's own place of business.
He is, of course, stating this for the sole purpose of perhaps wooing Carlos into becoming a StrexCorp employee. It hadn't been Kevin's original intention to mention the possibility of Carlos coming to work for StrexCorp -- certainly not this soon, at least -- but now seems as good a time as any if they're talking about work. Kevin loves working for StrexCorp. He can't imagine working for anyone else. It's only natural that he talk about all the benefits of working for them.
When Carlos doesn't pull his hand away Kevin takes the opportunity to wrap his fingers around Carlos's. His touch remains gentle, feather light, but definitely there. It's something of a test to see how far he can go before the city and the food's influence no longer reaches Carlos. ]
Oh, you've already finished your lasagna! [ He says it like he hasn't been watching Carlos take every bite, like he hasn't been aware of when Carlos ate the last bite from the moment he sunk his fork into it. ] Would you like anything for dessert? I just love the tiramisu! I don't think I've ever left Little Gerry's without getting it. I would even go so far as to say it's to die for.
[ Kevin puts emphasis on the word "die", but his voice is too cheery, too bright. It lacks the foreboding darkness that emphasis like that should have, that would be present if this were fiction and that phrase were foreshadowing for something and that's appropriate. Kevin has no intention of letting Carlos die. Not right now, at least. He wants to keep Carlos here, to make him a valuable member of the StrexCorp and Desert Bluffs community, to make Carlos his. Letting Carlos die just wouldn't do. ]