There is a part of him that wonders if this kind of thing is something that the usually do, something that they take part in back where Minsu has come from, but-- there is something about the way Minsu all but melts at the offer of another picnic that makes the witch think maybe not. Maybe this is something that he only does here, with this version of him, and that--
Well fuck, that means a lot to Sage.
The witch tries to will the flush he can feel creeping onto his face away as he nods.
"Our thing, huh?" He is not going to mentally flail like a three-year-old, he is not. "I think we can do that. Make them themed picnics. I mean, if you like that idea?"
Fuck, how did he get here? To the point where he was on an alien moon with a beautiful guy that he apparently marries in some future talking about picnic dates under blossoming trees? This is-- this was not supposed to be his life. And there is part of him that is quietly reminding him that it isn't his life, it is some other Sage's life, but right now, with Minsu looking at him like that, the witch can ignore that thought.
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Well fuck, that means a lot to Sage.
The witch tries to will the flush he can feel creeping onto his face away as he nods.
"Our thing, huh?" He is not going to mentally flail like a three-year-old, he is not. "I think we can do that. Make them themed picnics. I mean, if you like that idea?"
Fuck, how did he get here? To the point where he was on an alien moon with a beautiful guy that he apparently marries in some future talking about picnic dates under blossoming trees? This is-- this was not supposed to be his life. And there is part of him that is quietly reminding him that it isn't his life, it is some other Sage's life, but right now, with Minsu looking at him like that, the witch can ignore that thought.
"Maybe, favourite local dishes next time?"