Re: Tandy/Alex: the comic book store
Oh. So he was some kinda cultured. Well, that didn't come as much of a surprise considering their prior conversations, given all the words and...all, but still Alex had a moment of maybe feeling like he was on the short end of a measuring stick that measured more than his 67 inches from heel to crown. He was conscious of his accent, always was and always would be, because he knew he'd never shake the backwoods feel of his speech, though it surely had been worse, three or four years ago. It wasn't a drawl and it wasn't particularly...bumpkiny,but it spoke of places where people didn't say au contraire very much.
Still. Tandy was being (maybe indulgently) praiseworthy of his ability to run an empty comic shop and make a random sale every now and again, and well, people weren't walking out with armloads of the stock so he had to be doing a decent job of it, he might agree. Whatever the case, he did return the smile with a bit of confidence, and even took a sip of the coffee while making eye contact with his tall new friend with the (no lie - pleasantly) deep voice. Not defiant, not coy, just...even. Not at all challenging, just like "see?"] But you're enabling anyway. [He licked his lips: not seductive, not teasing, not lewd. Just enjoying the flavor.] That's...amazing. [A blissful sigh, even closing his eyes for a moment like a woman in a coffee commercial: white bathrobe, white kitchen, white counter, silver coffee pot. You know the type.] What is this and where's it been hidin'?