Garçon looked amused at mystery boy’s distrust and opinion of himself. He seemed to already have formed his opinion on Garçon, despite having just met him, putting him in some box along with similar people he’d come into contact with and judged in a heartbeat. Garcon was filled with the overwhelming urge to prove himself. He didn’t want to be in a box, he didn’t want the guy he was into to have a tarnished opinion of him already. He didn’t want to be seen by this boy like any ordinary person. He wanted Grégorie to see him the way Garcon saw him, someone different, who he’d been waiting a long time to meet, even if he didn’t know every detail yet. He wanted to be an enigmatic, handsome, charming guy to the boy that sat in front of him. He didn’t feel like he was succeeding much with that, unfortunately. He usually clicked with everyone, but despite the connection Garçon felt, Grégorie was having none of it. Which only prodded him to try harder and up his charm. “You don’t need to do anything for my favor,” he flirted, adding a wink before taking a spicy bite of pepperoni pizza. He lit up a bit when Grégorie laughed at his joke, partly because it was Grégorie but partly because he loved when people laughed at his jokes. He loved to humor, to entertain, to let people think he was the life of every party and event-even something as simple as sitting at a dark table with imaginary friends.
He snorted at the subtle offer of friendship, curls moving from his tanned, freckled skin as he tilted his head back. ”You have nothing to thank me for, l’idiote.” Garçon gasped dramatically, clutching his heart. Idiot?! Despite his lack of actual, genuine emotion, he was slightly embarrassed that not only was he put in some box, it was a doofus box. “Idiote? Ouch. What have I done to earn myself that title, mon cher? I’ll have you know I’ve been in all-honors classes all of my life.” Typical. Despite his humility and ability to joke about himself and take those sorts of jokes from others, Garçon could be a bit of a bragger about his achievements like his Dad. He could go on about himself forever, though after saying this, he held back.
He looked at the pizza slice like Garcon were offering him a fried slug-actually, he looked more nauseated than that. Garçon’s tongue flicked at the corners of his mouth, clearing any pizza sauce left there as he awaited his rejection. He kept his cool, though, smirking. When Grégorie simply shook his head and went back to the little pasta left on the plate, Garçon momentarily pouted, then shrugged, looking at his pizza and taking another bite. Though the puddles of oil on the top were no longer frothing with heat, it was not cold yet, warm, the way Garçon preferred. “I guess you’re the same way,” He commented smugly, referring to his “I don’t bite…in public” remark earlier (Grégorie didn’t either…or at least he didn’t to other people’s food.)
The moments he shared while in contact with Grégorie only made him want him more. The warmth of his smooth skin, the unsureness behind his beautiful eyes. His grip… Garçon’s eyes traveled all over him, or at least everything he could see. His mind was vivid with thoughts, thoughts of only this boy. No, it wasn’t love more like lust whoopsie it was passion and excitement, like a dose of serotonin. Here was this boy whose existence he’d begun to question, right I’m front of him, a tangible, beautiful being. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and Garçon felt excited, and desperate and unsure. It was all novelty to him, unfamiliar territory, and despite his happiness at his findings, he didn’t like being unsure like this.
”More like nightmares,” Grégorie corrected him, which made Garçon laugh a bit, shaking his head, yet smiling slightly, looking at Grégorie like he was the most fascinating person he’d ever met. And he kinda was… Besides the mysterious stranger from the carnival, there was only one person Garçon was so desperate to meet, someone he wanted to match eyes with, someone he wished to sit down and talk with. With every part of himself. This person was his father, Gaston. “So you admit I’ve visited your mind at night?” He cooed, ignoring the whole nightmares thing. “I’ll let you in on one of my secrets, I think I’ve seen you around, too.” His eyes flashed dangerously.
Grégorie did not seem so charmed by Garçon, telling him bluntly to forget any sort of dreams he had about “becoming a napkin”. Which made Garçon laugh pretty hard. ” It’s just that your service was too abrupt and not silky enough, I regret to say.” Grégorie continued with mock-sympathy, amusing Garçon. Despite the slight distaste Grégorie seemed to have for his charms, he sure was fun to talk with. His sense of humor made him interesting, while the lack of laughter every five words Garçon said made Garçon only yearn to impress him more. He frowned for a second, then smoothly replied, “D-mn. Disappointing indeed… I’d love another try, if you’d be so kind. I promise my lips are a lot softer than my fingers.” He smiled darkly, eyes confidently remaining on his opponents chocolatey ones. Well, no, that wasn’t entirely right, as soon, they traveled down to his lips.
@sunflower.flow - grégorie : OMG NO YOURS- not only was it amazing, it was also packed with so many funny moments that had me dying- IK ITS SO CUTE RIGHT? I SHIP THEM TOO! SO WE WILL USE THIS TO CREATE ANGST AND TORTURE OURSELVES AND THEM 
OFC AND THERE ARE NEVER ANY MISTAKES!