#sunglassesxbar

First. He had really said that word and left the invitation over to tease him as much as he wanted afterwards. His cheeks flared again. “If…that’s okay with you.”

First. He had really said that word and left the invitation over to tease him as much as he wanted afterwards. His cheeks flared again. "If...that's okay with you."

"Of course you can..." he said kindly, questioning the part about anything he wanted. There were many ways that could be interpreted, and considering the teasing the man had done earlier, that was certainly one of the things that crossed his mind before he shook it away as a viable option, but it didn't stop him from asking, "Are you going to keep teasing me...? I do want to spend time around you, and the teasing..." Here, he blushed, not willing to elaborate because he figured it was fairly obvious.

The petting of his hair was comforting and calming, yet drawing him in towards the other. His arms gently wrapped around the man as he looked into those entrancing eyes and smiled. "I'll be like this for another six days...how long do you have, Glasses-kun?" The bar wasn't exactly sure how to address him, but the term of affection easily rolled off his tongue and it pleased him. "Because I like this...I like this a lot."

That gentle trembling returned when his hair was twisted and twirled, gazing up softly at the other. "...you really...think I'm beautiful?" he asked shyly, cheeks tinting once again. It was too much for him to take, being considered as such by the sleek and, dare he think it, sexy pair of sunglasses. "I wouldn't have thought you...you're so handsome. Exotic, I think...that's the word I want. You're different in the best ways." He swallowed against the shyness he was feeling.

Finally, a gasp of understanding as he looked more closely into those eyes that matched a shade he recognized all too clearly. A broad grin parted his lips as he breathed out, "...It's you..." The bar had often admired the sunglasses that adorned his owner's visage, the purple a unique take on the typical black or dark brown lenses. And now, the man standing before him was just as attractive as the shades themselves. With what he said as well, only being able to see him during times the bartender looked over. "And you understand what it's like to be chained to one spot...you understand."

There was the lightest of shivers from the bar as he felt that kiss on his nose, cheeks reddening at his smooth words. “Y…you speak French…?” he asked, recognizing them as words his owner had used. His gaze met the other’s finally, wondering what he meant. “W-who are you…?”

“I-I…I’m sorry. Do I know you?” The bar was very confused, and yet the look the man was giving him made his stomach squirm in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His lips turned up into a smile when his chin was lifted. “I…I’m actually the bar here, if that isn’t too hard to believe. Wait...how did you...?”