( Something narrows in Yohan's eyes at the hint of tongue, a singular second where he gives himself away entirely. It is a frisson of feeling, a spark that he covers up by shifting in his seat, phone still tapping against his knee. )
I'll settle up your bill. ( Words with a vague edge of amusement, amiable but holding an ever so slightly friendly warning. He knows Gaon is pushing him. He just doesn't particularly feel like stopping him. ) Try and get yourself to your feet, mm?
( It's fluid, the way he pushes himself up, phone slipped into a pocket and the button of his blazer readjusted, neatening the line of it out. He can see where he needs to be, and so with one last glance at Gaon's flushed face, Yohan is off. )
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I'll settle up your bill. ( Words with a vague edge of amusement, amiable but holding an ever so slightly friendly warning. He knows Gaon is pushing him. He just doesn't particularly feel like stopping him. ) Try and get yourself to your feet, mm?
( It's fluid, the way he pushes himself up, phone slipped into a pocket and the button of his blazer readjusted, neatening the line of it out. He can see where he needs to be, and so with one last glance at Gaon's flushed face, Yohan is off. )