James S. Potter the Greatest has moves like Jagger (king_james) wrote in wariscoming,
Oh. Yeah. Andrew? Was so good for his ego with that smile. It didn't hurt that James actually thought it was cute. Grin wide and crooked, he opened the door wider to emphasize his point. "Haven't you heard? I walk around my flat like this all of the time." No. Not exactly. However, he liked teasing Andrew. "Bed can wait, mate. I want to see what you got me." Because a part of him would almost always be ten. James liked receiving gifts almost as much as he liked being appreciated and liked food and music. It was there on a rather long list of things James liked.
"Still nice paper." James protested. He wasn't about to get into an argument about appearance and shiny wrappy paper and it's niceness when Andrew was actually in his apartment and when Andrew could be handing him his gift. James did pause to look a bit confused though. Like a smile that was crossed between bemused and 'what planet are you from', because he didn't get it. "Which would mean you didn't have to get me something. And you did. You have just as much right to get something from me as I do from you." Why are you being strange Andrew? He was slowly starting to get what Andrew meant. It was the whole, 'oh, you shouldn't have?' which in James opinion was ridiculous, since he wanted to. So really. That was all that mattered. "I wanted to get you something. Just a tic." He said. Closing the door behind the other male and padding into his bedroom to get the present.
Padding back with a present of plain, but sheer gold wrapping paper. James handed Andrew his present, with the tiniest of smiles. "Now give me mine." The smile became quite easily a grin.