Re: Third floor balcony
"Woah, killer," he said of the rapid spinning that flung ties. Did he miss out on some flyer that announced Jack the Ripper was in the building? Was there any reason to be so nervous? Especially when faced with such good looks? He could have understood if say, a rabid raccoon with a Russian accent approached... but this was just him. Not even him, hilariously enough, because oh boy wouldn't that have been a reason to pull down the shades and lock all doors?
"No need to thank me," he started before the thanks even came out. The words kind of crumbled and ceased as he watched the younger man fall apart at the flammable seams. He watched on while the stranger choked, wondering eyes widened like this was Disney on the big screen. Ooo, ahhh. Who the fuck didn't know how to swallow vodka without gagging? Even the children he knew could drink sailors in a respective weight range under the table. But then again, at this point, with this face, he didn't know how he could be surprised with anything.
"Yeah, no shit. Nobody is." At least he wasn't himself entirely, and this guy claimed not to be at all. That was two for two. Batting 100% wasn't a stretch by any means.