[Well, in retrospect, that probably had come off pretty cheesy somehow...]
[And so that prod at temperatures--or Jack's lack thereof--certainly doesn't go unnoticed in that first remark (three hundred years and one's bound to be on the brunt end of cold or heat puns somehow or another); in fact, it ends up earning a glance up and a short laugh that's tinged with something almost appreciative. The mood in the room had definitely gotten pretty heavy up to this point, and maybe Zelos isn't entirely the only one that can't really pull off being too serious for too long...]
[Not to mention there's other things going on now, other things involving Zelos stepping up to meet him again, with that same particular closeness that's indeed pretty reminiscent of the last two times.]
[And maybe Jack's thoughts are getting better at picking up on this sort of thing and warning in advance, now. Or at least, that's the first perfectly logical reason that'd he'd have tried to go with, if he were pressed to explain why he suddenly finds himself straightening with the latter's closing vicinity, tilting his head up almost curiously as Zelos puts his hands on his hips and leans in like that again--and at this sort of closeness the warmth of the other guy's almost palpable, and Jack's leaning in too despite himself, closing in the distance even more, until it's almost nonexistent between them, and it'd be so easy to just lift his head and--the warmth of it'd be--]
[With a slight exhale that might have almost been another tiny laugh of its own, albeit one to himself, Jack draws back after a second or two--though he doesn't take any steps and holds his ground, at least, settling his weight on his heels--and the smile tugging at his lips now is a fairly amused one.]
[Maybe very slightly tinged with just the slightest bit of something teasing--]
Well, that's good. First times for everything. Might be better for you if you did, anyway--with the way you define 'running away', I wouldn't be surprised if one of your friends resorted to punching you out the next time you tried.
[Jack himself included. Maybe. The tone is quite amiably innocent in that regard.]
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[Well, in retrospect, that probably had come off pretty cheesy somehow...]
[And so that prod at temperatures--or Jack's lack thereof--certainly doesn't go unnoticed in that first remark (three hundred years and one's bound to be on the brunt end of cold or heat puns somehow or another); in fact, it ends up earning a glance up and a short laugh that's tinged with something almost appreciative. The mood in the room had definitely gotten pretty heavy up to this point, and maybe Zelos isn't entirely the only one that can't really pull off being too serious for too long...]
[Not to mention there's other things going on now, other things involving Zelos stepping up to meet him again, with that same particular closeness that's indeed pretty reminiscent of the last two times.]
[And maybe Jack's thoughts are getting better at picking up on this sort of thing and warning in advance, now. Or at least, that's the first perfectly logical reason that'd he'd have tried to go with, if he were pressed to explain why he suddenly finds himself straightening with the latter's closing vicinity, tilting his head up almost curiously as Zelos puts his hands on his hips and leans in like that again--and at this sort of closeness the warmth of the other guy's almost palpable, and Jack's leaning in too despite himself, closing in the distance even more, until it's almost nonexistent between them, and it'd be so easy to just lift his head and--the warmth of it'd be--]
[With a slight exhale that might have almost been another tiny laugh of its own, albeit one to himself, Jack draws back after a second or two--though he doesn't take any steps and holds his ground, at least, settling his weight on his heels--and the smile tugging at his lips now is a fairly amused one.]
[Maybe very slightly tinged with just the slightest bit of something teasing--]
Well, that's good. First times for everything. Might be better for you if you did, anyway--with the way you define 'running away', I wouldn't be surprised if one of your friends resorted to punching you out the next time you tried.
[Jack himself included. Maybe. The tone is quite amiably innocent in that regard.]