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Garçon was a real piece of work. He tried to turn every snappy comment Grégorie made into a compliment. He stated that sacrificing the sheep was an act of immense generosity of his new ‘mon ami’. Grégorie had to temper his hopes. “Not for you, rather for me. Depriving you of your winking would be like ripping out your heart. Lethal.” Perhaps his joke was not at all far from the truth. Garçon seemed to wink at every possible situation. (Grégorie wondered if he also did it at funerals? - If he did, he would have been six feet under long ago). He just didn’t have an off switch for his winking, as if he couldn’t stop. It was as if his nervous system was built along the lines of all playboys - winking first, thinking second. Grégorie smiled to himself before answering his next question. Garçon liked to ask him those… it was probably a bad thing. Maybe answering it partly in a sober tone would knock him out of pursuing the interview any further. “I just don’t like them. After all, it’s weird that in our human consciousness, closing one eye and wrinkling the rest of your face means something sexy. Like, when we wink, it looks like something fell into our eye or like we’ve just eaten a sour lemon. Doing it is kind of lame, not very creative. And I can wink, but why would I do that when I can convey the same message in a better, clearer, respectful way. With conversation, for example.” He shrugged. Feeling that he had to add his sarcastic remark, after all, he continued. Garçon had just demonstrated the ability to close two eyes at once. It didn’t stop Grégorie. “Why, you can only close one eye? Can’t you close both at the same time? And when they ache, you have to do something like that.” He demonstrated what he meant by closing, then opening one eye at a time, laughing to himself. He must have looked ridiculous.
Garçon proposed that his nickname should sound less offensive. He had the gall to suggest Grégorie call him his boyfriend. As if! After all, they hadn’t known each other long enough. “You’d have to put me on a footbridge located over a pool of sharks for me to call you that. Or ask for it when it’s April Fools.” No way in hell would he address Garçon as ‘my handsome’. Admittedly, he had a physis that was pleasing to the eye, but that still didn’t mean he would tell him that directly.
“Besides, as we get to know each other, I’m sure you’ll find I’m incredibly humble.” Garçon smiled charmingly in his direction, meeting Grégorie’s disapproving gaze.
“I don’t need to get to know you better.” He shook his head. “I know perfectly well that you are the most humble person I have ever met.” He assured him sarcastically.
To his delight, Garçon fell silent for a moment after his not-so-innocent comment. Grégorie rarely alluded to… such things. He feared that Garçon would continue the same theme. Perhaps it was a mistake to make a joke like that. He was, unfortunately, right.
Though Garçon’s joy left his features for a brief moment, it soon returned with redoubled force. Garçon smiled menacingly at Grégorie once again. He ran a hand through his dark hair and, after clearing his throat, began to speak. With each word he said, Grégorie’s bowels churned and flexed on all sides, his heart leaped into his throat, his face paled. It wasn’t that Grégorie didn’t like sex. Not that he’d ever experienced a steamy night with someone. He was open to such a proposition. Still, it didn’t change the fact that talking about it with someone he’d just met was more than uncomfortable. As if that wasn’t enough, Garçon leaned toward him (though at this point, that shouldn’t surprise anyone) and whispered into his ear. “And what about you? What can your mouth do?”
Grégorie would like to be better at this whole flirting, to win this unequal battle. Because, now, at this very moment, he felt like he was back in kindergarten - defeated and insecure. He simply wanted this topic to be over as soon as possible, and he couldn’t hide it. Grégorie ran his hand through his hair and swallowed hard before finally managing to utter a word. “They can tell you not to ask that question again because you’ll never find out regardless.” He declared emotionlessly. The sense of satisfaction quickly disappeared. He made an unnecessary comment about the kiss proposal. He should have ignored it instead. He shook his head; his bad mood should not dictate his reason.
The inherently curious Garçon (as Grégorie managed to guess) wanted to know why he was in such a hurry. Grégorie looked around. He was afraid that if he mentioned the girl out loud, she would appear out of nowhere, and then he would be done for. “No, I’m in a hurry to actually avoid a date.” Grégorie didn’t want to be in a relationship, certainly not at this age and certainly not in a place like this. He came here to take care of his future and think with his head, not his d*ck. “I have to avoid meeting that girl with the pink hair from the booth at all costs.” He directed his gaze towards where a large queue of ‘infatuated’ students stood. “She doesn’t sell tickets, but from what I’ve seen, she forces others to buy them. I witnessed her harassing another student because she didn’t even look at the booth.” Here he leaned closer to Garçon, lowering his voice. If the boy was going to play on his team, Grégorie had to take drastic measures. That is, to behave as Garçon wanted him to act. “I don’t like parties like this. Too many people, too loud music. Also…” he at first planned to say that it was stupid to go alone like that, but he knew what that would lead to. “Nevermind. I just don’t want the girl to notice me leaving without a ticket. She’ll maybe make a voodoo doll of me or show up suddenly in my room at midnight. It wouldn’t surprise me. She seems a little haunted.” A shiver ran down his spine. He sighed, leaning back. “Now she’s not here because she’s talking to that poor girl. The one who didn’t buy a ticket, you know, as I said. But she might be back soon. Only then I must not be here anymore. The problem is, I don’t know how long that ‘soon’ will last.” He directed his gaze in Garçon’s direction, meeting his eyes. He didn’t want to ask him for anything - but he was even more reluctant to socialize with students sweaty from dancing. “So… will you help me?”
YOUR POST WAS SO GOOD! AND HE WAS SMOOTH! VERY SMOOTH WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! And thank you, I am glad you like it! I hope this one will be even better (tho, I wouldn’t count on it)
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] He laughed, but Camilla didn’t. 
