@mendakium // did somebody ordered a side of tooth rotting sampard? IT WAS US
They are, in fact, holding hands over a salt shaker.
Well- not quite! That'd be mighty uncomfortable for their wrists, would put strain on their forearms. To be more precise, they're holding hands next to a salt shaker, and Sampo is currently busy running the pad of his thumb over the top of Gepard's fingers, back and forth. There's a little scar here- how come he's never noticed this one before?- just a little crease, something very distracting. There's always something new about the Captain of the Silvermane guards, always something surprising.
Which includes booking an expensive restaurant, and leading Belobog's Undesiderable One by the arm right to a table to order some food. So very couple-like, so very... normal.
Even through his surprised haze, he could see some tables turning to look at them. Some faces were slighty surprised, then seemed reassured- Sampo was a ''reformed'' conman now, for the vast majority of the Belobogians, oh-so-kindly bringing the same guards that chased him once an healthy, warm breakfast, slowly winning their favor and acting as a courier without the shady bits. When there's no longer somewhere illegal to smuggle medicines and supplies to, is there really a need for the shady bits to still be happening? Regardless, faces relax once they spot Gepard next to him- of course their beloved Captain will keep the unruly walking displeasure that Koski is in check. Their evening is safe and sound, their food won't choke in their throats at something scandalous that might be pulled.
Sampo broke one of his nice suits, dark with magenta undertones over the collar and sleeves, and slicked some of his hair back to look more presentable; the emerald of his eyes is softer, much more fonder than he could express with words as he looks at the blond across the table, willing his leather shoe to be still- it's much too earlier to slip up Gepard's leg for a tease. They haven't even ordered yet!
This is, overall, one of the most normal evenings they could have.
'' This... '' He speaks, reluctance in his voice at first. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of the sea- because this is essentially what Sampo is being, at the moment. Out in public with his special somebody, like it was a common thing for him to do. '' Nice. '' He rolls the word on his tongue, eyebrows raising in disbelief that he said it. Sampo Koski: Normal. Is it really him? There's an incredulous, quiet laugh stifled in the back of his throat as his thumb grazes over battle-worn knuckles. '' I kinda never thought we'd be able to just have this. 'ts real nice. ''
