@smileduponyou | continued from here!
The volume of the praise doesnât even get a twitch. Though Gregory had not spoken often to Tweek he knew of the blondâs jittery and sporadic mannerisms for the most part so the sudden hike in volume hardly startles or bothers him. The most he offers is a light smile. Though the mention of theater has him perking up instantly, grip tightening on the heat pack between his hands. All someone had to do was even mention that work and he was instantly paying attention. The Britâs love of it, especially musical theater, had never waned since he left High School.
Though Tweek soon trails off into another topic, being quite animated and into what heâs saying. Itâs only a disappointment when the lad becomes self aware and stops. It gets Gregory to shake his head a little bit while the smile he bears widens.
âItâs fine, Tweek. I donât mind.â and he didnât. The last thing Gregory wanted was to be that asshole that got annoyed with people for their quirks. Ugh, how dull and cruel. Setting the heat pack down in his lap a moment he takes that time to flex his hands again to encourage the blood to flow. This is done a few times before he picks the heat pack up again; clearly heâs had this condition with his hands for some time.
âI thank you for the compliment to my singing⌠and yes, I do still do theater actually. Iâve gotten quite a few roles here and there in some bigger locales.â
After a few seconds of thinking to himself he laughs slightly.
âAnd honestly? That classroom always freakishly cold. I believe I turned a bunsen burner once or twice to keep warm!â
Green eyes curiously watch the blonde flex his fingers, subconsciously mimicking the motion with one of his own hands in an attempt to understand. âHah, thatâs great. I wanted to keep doing theater after High School but I-I got work shifts dumped on me and donât really have the time.â
He subtly glanced back to the darkened coffee shop behind him. It felt like a ball and chain but it was all he knew, scared to take the plunge into the unknown. He hated it, itâs why he sought out the answers to things that seemed implausible, he had to know for himself. âWhat kind of roles did, uh, did you do?â It was fun to geek out with someone who had an interest in the topic too. No mindless stares from his friends or strangers.
The topic change back to the cold classrooms makes him laugh, bubbly and dorky, before glancing away with a smile hidden behind his thermos. âDamn, thatâs a good idea. I shouldâve done that. I couldâve asked Clyde to bring marshmallows too to toast them.â The more he thought on the idea, the more his nose wrinkled. "Ugh, well⌠maybe not with him. He causes fires without there being fire around⌠yeah, no.â Still, the idea of a bonfire sounded great-- or a fireplace. It was freezing out here, typical of Colorado weather.
Scuffing the fronts of his boots against the pavement idly, Tweek felt comfortable enough to relax further into his seat, not perched on the edge like a bird ready to fly at a momentâs notice. He flinched as the cold metal backing of his seat bit through his jacket. âSo, uh, any plans for tonight?â Gregory always seemed like a man on a mission, on to the next big thing. The guy was clearly passionate, it was kinda inspiring.Â
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