“Newish,” he repeated, “that about covers it.” But by god was the man tall. Kind of reminded him of another tall man that Drew knew, their heights roughly the same, if not literally the same, and even their features alike, at least in some sense; tall, dark, and handsome, and yet Drew could only avert his gaze from that, the details ignored for the time being, and rivet his attention on Adie who explained further, a story that needed telling.
“You’ll tell me that story one day,” he drawled, a playful smirk worn, and he tapped her below her chin, an amused glance delivered too like they’d exchanged a secret just now, one which would include a cupcake date and maybe maple syrup. Anything and everything for gluttons who imagined their deaths to involve too much ice-cream and a hundred emptied containers. What other better way to go? Or was that just him?
But he did return his gaze on Geller, one newish friend to another, their hands clasped, Geller’s warm.
“Shifter?” He quirked a smile at him, crooked, and higher at one point, a mildly hooded glance on him that had nothing to do with intentional flirting, but a wayward smolder that came hand in hand with the look he gave this possible-shifter, at first studious, and then just helpless and relaxed.
“Delighted,” he chatted, fixing him a charming smile as they shook hands, a bit of a moment if he could so himself, the man’s hand comfortable, the shake firm, and something about the grasp wanting to be memorized even in an hour, or two. He’d let it. His gaze warmed, tone chuckling and playful. They released each other's hand. “Ah, but I’m afraid I cannot give you my cute pink parasol. But I’ll lend it to you. Call me pretty and we have a deal.”
He winked, playfully.
And gave him a bit of a look. Impish and one of jest, before it fell back on Adie, leaving them to swap their inside joke he knew none of, but the context of which was easy enough to help himself to. It prompted him to hold up his parasol, looking over its length like he were gauging its capacity to defend three people against the weather.
Two people and a half person. Christ, it was like they were desperate to become the TV show reincarnated, only instead of a dumb, confusing child that couldn’t tell right from wrong, they’d have Adie. Adie over Jake, Drew might not have been fond of the TV show itself, but he had to appreciate the upgrade. Who would complain to have her? Apparently that weird, wolfy ex of hers too good at giving her a doe-eyed look from far ends of the rooms like he wasn’t a fucking five hundred and too old for that, or however old he actually was. Was Drew a fan of him? Of course.
Right after shooting himself in the foot and wiping with sandpaper. But that wasn’t the point.
He quirked a glance at them, amusing as Adie simply decided for him, at which point he had to drawl at her, mock-wry, though his grin betrayed him for sure, “I was on my way to make one little girl happy… Well I guess I can be on my way to make you happy too.”
He punctuated it with a laugh, and poked her nose. It was soft under his finger. And so they walked, their Jake replacement in the middle. Although it did make him wonder, on that odd, and truly unpleasant tangent, which role he fulfilled, and if it was Charlie he both pretend-vomited since gross, what a slut, and also kind of shrugged since eh, I am a slut. But where would that place Geller? Scratch that, they were indubitably rewriting the entire TV show without its once unpleasant elements: fuck off the kid, gone Charlie, and most importantly death to dumb jokes that only ever revolved around the cons and pros of fucking and how every man was after a hole. Was he a fan of the TV show? Of course.
Right after gun, sandpaper, you know the drill.
He laughed softly once more, amused by Adie’s reaction. “Turtle,” he echoed, focused on the road ahead of them, “actually pretty good if you know how to prepare it. Never had that pleasure. Not much of a cook myself, despite my job. It’s complicated.”
He nudged Adie, his shoulder pushed into hers, the collision gentle, and his words helplessly warm. “Girl, please, you’d make the best cupcake seller. You’d just make all the cupcakes and then be found by the dawn in a proper sugar coma. Just all these empty wrappers and you on the ground with the biiiggesst smile.”
With a laugh, he disengaged from her, spinning to walk a step ahead of her, dangerous if he didn’t know the road-- he did, and he jabbed fingers in the corners of her lips, as though she, of all the people in the world, needing help laughing. Helping her to a grin though, he grinned himself, smug and victorious, this blithe, open joy on his face before he flicked her glasses next and pulled them up on her head.
“What are you hiding your eyes for, dwarf? You got all the giants to protect you from the elements.”
But the sunglasses, having not been fastened on spot, slipped back down, that fall cushioned by a fingertip that caught them under the bridge, before off his hand was, innocently back by his side where it could be trusted to do no damage. At that, easily slipping back by Adie unless prevented, he glanced at Geller, answering, “And yeah, I’m kitchen help at Up In Smoke, and sing at nights at pubs. Kind of like a Cinderella story, only I have no cute high heels to lose. And no cute prince to find and charm me. Shame about that.”
An honest to god shame.
He blinked curiously at him, though at the moment avoided bumping into a young couple, hand-holding, and kind of glued to each other.
It turned his head, and widened his grin. All sharp and fond.
Back on his companions, he asked, “What do you do? And just out of curiosity, since you sound low-key well versed, had yan wò yet?”
Because that would make two of them.