[ there is a soft laugh, and a curve of a smile on his lips at that because yeah, he probably won't manage to keep a lid on some of the things he will have to say. that and well, they only have about forty minutes until the museum opens to the public and there is no way that Rook could give him a good tour of the place in that time. maybe some time, a night or holiday, he can take him through the place but--
huh. that was an interesting thought to have.
Rook shakes it away with a laugh, fingers curling a little tighter around his tea as he looks down, inhales, before looking up with a smile that threatens to bloom into a full on grin with only a little more attention from the other.]
Sounds like a deal, I do know a great place by the river that does the authentic cuisine justice.
[ he moves towards the door into the halls filled with marble and gold and rock, holding it open and gesturing forward.] Not that I think I will fail at this, because I probably will, but what is it the kids say? Challenge accepted?
[is he joking, it's hard to tell. jiho's sense of humor has always been a little on the dry side. sometimes biting, though he doesn't think he'll ever have to turn that on rook.
he finishes the rest of his tea quickly before standing. but halfway to where rook is holding the door, he stops. his face is blank, eerily unreadable.
and then he bursts into laughter.]
You did not just - please don't ever say that again.
[because it was awkward and adorable and next time he might not be able to blame spiced tea for the warmth that he's feeling inside his stomach and chest.]
[ there is a moment where Rook seems to pause, mouth partially open as he stares at the other as if trying to discern whether or not he means what he says. not that it it really matters, Rook is pretty sure that he is teasing in a sense.
mostly.
maybe?
he is saved actually figuring out the truth of what is being said when he hears laughter though because--
oh.
oh.
oh no.
Rook stumbles a little because he is pretty sure that is the first time he has thought a living person honest to god beautiful. it is a little unnerving. and thrilling.
please pretend that the flush on his face is from embarrassment or something and not the way his heart jumps in his chest, thank you. ]
Ah, I mean, I can't make a promise... [ he gives a quiet smile, knowing that he would do anything to hear him laugh like that again.] It is a good saying, something I expect Alexander the Great would have said. And with more enthusiasm I am sure. Oh, chronological tour, or tour of favourites?
[he will chalk that up to embarrassment, but the touch of pink on rook's tan, warm skin looks good regardless. he looks more like a swimmer than someone who spends his days inside a museum. he certainly has the body for it, and don't when the last time jiho had a thought like that was.]
Right. And I can't wait to hear about the 'yeeting' of Genghis Khan.
[god, they sound like a couple of dumb teenagers. but maybe it's fitting, because he sort of feels like one at that moment.
jiho's laughter has become a smile as he reaches out to make sure that the larger man is steady on his feet. he caught that little stumble there too. and to answer his question, there's only one thing that jiho wants to see right now.]
[ the laughter that spills from Rook's lips at that echoes in the empty hallway, whole face scrunching up in amusement. he might lean into the hand that tries to steady him, almost ready to fall over again but for a wholly different reason.]
I cannot-- the yeeting of Genghis Khan, I don't even--
[ don't mind the now giggling curator leaning into you a little more there, but he can't help it. Rook is rather tactile in nature, but he usually waits until knowing a person a while longer than just a quarter hour, but--
well, this seems to be different all around.
it means that when he smiles at him, it's all the brighter. all the closer.]
Okay, a tour of only the best then, just for you. First stop, the Assyrian section.
[jiho will continue to steady him for as long as rook needs him to. it's not a hardship, not when it also allows him the opportunity to feel how solid the other man is. to smell the clean, subtle scent of his soap or shampoo, whichever it is.
he even closes his eyes for a moment. when is the last time he heard someone laugh like that? did it always sound so nice?
but his eyes blink open again when rook speaks. he seems almost startled, just a little. he totally just bared his throat to this man. something to think about for later.]
[ if touch is a welcome thing, then he just might find himself the subject of more than one easy and idle touch from Rook. he grew up with a very loving mother, and when they moved to Spain, he was gifted with very easy and open step-siblings. for him, touch is a part of living, though he is more than aware that not everyone feels the same way about it as him. so, often times, Rook holds himself back (garners himself the 'aloof' label) because he simply does not want to put people in an awkward position.
so as they make their way through the halls, Rook shows little trouble in swaying close to the other, arms brushing, or curing fingers around his elbow to pull him in the right direction.]
Know the word! Hah. Technically, there are still those that bear the title of Assyrians in Iraq, Iran, and parts of Turkey today, but it was a rather ancient Mesopotamian empire from nearly 3000 years ago. I grew up fascinated with it because the only museum in the small Turkish town I was born in was dedicated to the uncovered Assyrian temple in that area. [ not that you care about that, but this is something he adores. oops. ] It was the most powerful empire in that area for hundreds of years.
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huh. that was an interesting thought to have.
Rook shakes it away with a laugh, fingers curling a little tighter around his tea as he looks down, inhales, before looking up with a smile that threatens to bloom into a full on grin with only a little more attention from the other.]
Sounds like a deal, I do know a great place by the river that does the authentic cuisine justice.
[ he moves towards the door into the halls filled with marble and gold and rock, holding it open and gesturing forward.] Not that I think I will fail at this, because I probably will, but what is it the kids say? Challenge accepted?
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[is he joking, it's hard to tell. jiho's sense of humor has always been a little on the dry side. sometimes biting, though he doesn't think he'll ever have to turn that on rook.
he finishes the rest of his tea quickly before standing. but halfway to where rook is holding the door, he stops. his face is blank, eerily unreadable.
and then he bursts into laughter.]
You did not just - please don't ever say that again.
[because it was awkward and adorable and next time he might not be able to blame spiced tea for the warmth that he's feeling inside his stomach and chest.]
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mostly.
maybe?
he is saved actually figuring out the truth of what is being said when he hears laughter though because--
oh.
oh.
oh no.
Rook stumbles a little because he is pretty sure that is the first time he has thought a living person honest to god beautiful. it is a little unnerving. and thrilling.
please pretend that the flush on his face is from embarrassment or something and not the way his heart jumps in his chest, thank you. ]
Ah, I mean, I can't make a promise... [ he gives a quiet smile, knowing that he would do anything to hear him laugh like that again.] It is a good saying, something I expect Alexander the Great would have said. And with more enthusiasm I am sure. Oh, chronological tour, or tour of favourites?
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Right. And I can't wait to hear about the 'yeeting' of Genghis Khan.
[god, they sound like a couple of dumb teenagers. but maybe it's fitting, because he sort of feels like one at that moment.
jiho's laughter has become a smile as he reaches out to make sure that the larger man is steady on his feet. he caught that little stumble there too. and to answer his question, there's only one thing that jiho wants to see right now.]
Show me everything that you love.
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I cannot-- the yeeting of Genghis Khan, I don't even--
[ don't mind the now giggling curator leaning into you a little more there, but he can't help it. Rook is rather tactile in nature, but he usually waits until knowing a person a while longer than just a quarter hour, but--
well, this seems to be different all around.
it means that when he smiles at him, it's all the brighter. all the closer.]
Okay, a tour of only the best then, just for you. First stop, the Assyrian section.
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he even closes his eyes for a moment. when is the last time he heard someone laugh like that? did it always sound so nice?
but his eyes blink open again when rook speaks. he seems almost startled, just a little. he totally just bared his throat to this man. something to think about for later.]
I know the word. Where was that even at?
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so as they make their way through the halls, Rook shows little trouble in swaying close to the other, arms brushing, or curing fingers around his elbow to pull him in the right direction.]
Know the word! Hah. Technically, there are still those that bear the title of Assyrians in Iraq, Iran, and parts of Turkey today, but it was a rather ancient Mesopotamian empire from nearly 3000 years ago. I grew up fascinated with it because the only museum in the small Turkish town I was born in was dedicated to the uncovered Assyrian temple in that area. [ not that you care about that, but this is something he adores. oops. ] It was the most powerful empire in that area for hundreds of years.