[ That— catches Gallagher offguard. His eyes widen slightly before they shift back to their usual tired gaze. A smile plays gently on his lips. ]
You don't have to. Your reaction to everything is more than enough for me. [ He's always been easy to please. ] ... But I won't turn it down if you really want to give me one.
[ Maybe it won't be so bad getting spoiled here and there too. ]
What if I want to get you a gift? Will you still refuse it?
[ Those wing twitches... It takes everything in him not to reach out and pet them, but luckily for Sunday, he's stopped by just the mere fact that they're sitting down right now. ]
[Sunday sighs, unsure how to even handle the idea of Gallagher getting him gifts to spoil him. Sunday likes his luxury, of course, but... Gifts from Gallagher might seem more than just superficial things. love tokens]
[ Gallagher isn't going to be the type to give expensive things. After all, he knows that Sunday is someone who can get whatever he wants, no matter the cost, so he'll have to be more creative with this.
Acts of service come to mind, just like making him dinner. ]
Don't worry. I'll let you spoil me first before doing anything else.
[ Maybe that will make it easier for Sunday to accept the spoiling... ]
[Sunday would absolutely and silently enjoy acts of service just like this. He's already having a pleasant dinner as it is. With the present company. Things like this, he wouldn't feel as put out by being spoiled.
Although, Gallagher's response almost makes him chuckle.]
Is that so...? Then you'll have to tell me what sort of gifts that you might like. I assume someone like you has everything he might ever need right here in this bar.
[ That makes Gallagher tilt his head before offering Sunday another smile. This one, however, is just a tiny bit hard to read. ]
Contrary to your belief, I don't have a lot of things I can call my own.
[ After all, what good would it do when he's a Fictionologist? Getting attached to this reality is just asking for a terrible ending, but— he knows he's helpless in this case, unable to resist wanting something from Sunday, no matter how selfish that desire may be. ]
Perhaps a new lighter, or a matching set of glasses. I trust your taste.
[He had been expecting something like that from the other man. Gallagher doesn't seem like the type of man that would want for much. Given what he is and the path he follows.
Sunday does look contemplative, though. He would like to gift Gallgaher something. In return for all of this effort, in the least.]
Then perhaps something like that. Or ... a new tie. If you'll allow me to tie it for you.
[Once that isn't so crooked... Sunday's undeniable urge to straighten that tie out will never die.]
[ That prompts him to raise an eyebrow. It shouldn't surprise him that Sunday wants to tie it for him, considering the man's need for neatness and control. He nods once with an amused smile on his lips. ]
Sure, I'll let you fix me up however you want. I'll be your doll.
[ And Sunday can dress him however he'd like. The idea of a makeover from Sunday is tempting enough, so he wants to see what the other man would do with that much freedom. ]
[It does make Sunday very curious. What would Gallagher look like when he's in a properly tailored outfit and a neat tie...? His chest and shoulders in a proper dress shirt, even? Sunday can't deny that he does have this urge to see to it. He wants to make it happen. It's a little bit of control he can have that is also lightly mixed with the desire to see Gallagher looking... very neat and handsome.
Sunday lets out a small contemplative hum. He lets himself glance over Gallagher's frame, as if he's making mental notes of his measurements.]
Would you be alright with me dressing you in more than a proper tie?
[ While Sunday takes note of his appearance, Gallagher tilts his head to one side. He can't help but wonder what exactly is going through the Halovian's mind right now. What could he be imagining? How does Sunday want to dress him up? He doesn't think he'll have to worry about what sorts of outfits he'll end up in, considering the other man's taste, but...
Can't stop him from being curious. ]
More than a proper tie? What else are you thinking of putting on me? A matching fedora, too?
[He flusters slightly. But, he'll just dream up a handy dandy little tape measure out of nowhere. He'll set it on the table to use once they're done eating.
A hands-on measuring...]
Let's finish here and then I'll have you stand for me.
[ The flush earns a soft chuckle from Gallagher, and he nods right after. ]
Sure, I'll let you get your hands on me.
[ Is he sorry? Not really. Sunday makes this way too easy, so he can't help it. But he'll behave for now and get right back to eating. Someone is definitely eager to finish quick... ]
[The crux of being around Gallagher is that Sunday is realizing he can't control his flustering and blushing all that much. It's ... somewhat infuriating. Even more when Gallagher says that so suggestively.
He nearly chokes on his bite of his meal and coughs it down before patting his mouth with his napkin.]
[ Then, it's a good thing that Gallagher appreciates Sunday's earnestness. It's not like he knows that many people who are this determined, even if it's something as simple as getting his measurements.
He rises to a stand, moving closer to where Sunday is. ]
Where do you want me?
[ He's even ready to spread his arms if Sunday asks him to. ]
Should I take off my shirt for a more accurate measurement?
[He'd been about to tell Gallagher to follow him to a more private part of the area where there are some dressing screens when that last comment has Sunday nearly forgetting what he was supposed to say. It's ... it's a bit concerning to have Gallagher able to do that so easily.
He looks away, hand to his lips as he clears his throat.]
That would be best. It wouldn't do to get a single measurement incorrect.
[ Oh? Did he manage to lure out a reaction from the other man?
Gallager takes note of that, tucking it away in his mind for later use. But for now, he plays the part of an obedient dog and follows after Sunday. By the time they're further away from prying eyes, he's already in the middle of unravelling his tie. The vest comes next, but he's taking his time.
... Alright. He really can't help but tease a tiny bit. ]
[Sunday is still trying to keep his eyes adverted politely right now...]
Yes, here will do well enough. Now. Let's get this started, properly.
[He turns back to the taller man and... he catches a short glimpse of Gallagher unravelling his tie. Sunday watches Gallagher's chest for a split second, noticing just how tight the man wears his shirt and how messy he wears his tie. Some parts of Gallagher's outfit do not leave much to the imagination. Which might be a little ironic.
Sighing softly, he takes a step closer to Gallagher and reaches out to grab the untied tie. He slowly pulls the fabric off of Gallagher's shoulders and then reaches for the buttons of Gallaghers shirt. His fingers slow, gently touching over the round buttons as he starts to unbutton the first one, himself.]
He remains still as Sunday begins to unbutton his shirt, one after another, until the hair on his chest is visible enough. Scars adorn his skin no matter where one looks, but he doubts they'll be enough to catch Sunday off guard.
So he leans in close, presenting himself for the other's admiration. ]
Don't knock an old hound's style. Besides, don't you like me this way?
[ Because it gives Sunday a reason to fix him up to his liking, maybe. ]
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[ That— catches Gallagher offguard. His eyes widen slightly before they shift back to their usual tired gaze. A smile plays gently on his lips. ]
You don't have to. Your reaction to everything is more than enough for me. [ He's always been easy to please. ] ... But I won't turn it down if you really want to give me one.
[ Maybe it won't be so bad getting spoiled here and there too. ]
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[Sunday says back evenly in return. He looks a bit flustered on the spot still but he has already made up his mind.]
It's only the proper and polite thing to do when two people are ... spending time together. As we are.
[Dating.]
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I would never dream of turning it down, since it'll be a gift from you.
[ His head tilts, his smile turning playful. ]
I'll just have to make sure I'll spoil you equally.
sorry for the delays!! <3
There's no need to get me a gift in return. This has been more than enough.
[He says that but his wings twitch shyly anyway. It's annoying, but he can't help himself. Gallagher's attention is something he likes. This dog...]
you are totally fine 💜
[ Those wing twitches... It takes everything in him not to reach out and pet them, but luckily for Sunday, he's stopped by just the mere fact that they're sitting down right now. ]
Maybe I won't tell you, when I want to spoil you.
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[Sunday sighs, unsure how to even handle the idea of Gallagher getting him gifts to spoil him. Sunday likes his luxury, of course, but... Gifts from Gallagher might seem more than just superficial things.
love tokens]If you won't be convinced, then I won't stop you.
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Acts of service come to mind, just like making him dinner. ]
Don't worry. I'll let you spoil me first before doing anything else.
[ Maybe that will make it easier for Sunday to accept the spoiling... ]
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Although, Gallagher's response almost makes him chuckle.]
Is that so...? Then you'll have to tell me what sort of gifts that you might like. I assume someone like you has everything he might ever need right here in this bar.
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Contrary to your belief, I don't have a lot of things I can call my own.
[ After all, what good would it do when he's a Fictionologist? Getting attached to this reality is just asking for a terrible ending, but— he knows he's helpless in this case, unable to resist wanting something from Sunday, no matter how selfish that desire may be. ]
Perhaps a new lighter, or a matching set of glasses. I trust your taste.
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Sunday does look contemplative, though. He would like to gift Gallgaher something. In return for all of this effort, in the least.]
Then perhaps something like that. Or ... a new tie. If you'll allow me to tie it for you.
[Once that isn't so crooked... Sunday's undeniable urge to straighten that tie out will never die.]
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Sure, I'll let you fix me up however you want. I'll be your doll.
[ And Sunday can dress him however he'd like. The idea of a makeover from Sunday is tempting enough, so he wants to see what the other man would do with that much freedom. ]
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Sunday lets out a small contemplative hum. He lets himself glance over Gallagher's frame, as if he's making mental notes of his measurements.]
Would you be alright with me dressing you in more than a proper tie?
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Can't stop him from being curious. ]
More than a proper tie? What else are you thinking of putting on me? A matching fedora, too?
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Absolutely not.
[He shakes his head, wings twitching with amused displeasure.]
I was thinking more along the lines of a better fitting shirt and jacket.
[Gallagher at least knows how to wear fitted pants.]
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Regardless, that reaction makes Gallagher laugh softly. Sunday can be so adorable sometimes. ]
That works for me. You need my measurements, then?
[ He waggles his eyebrows, playfully. How will Sunday react to such an offer? Especially if it means a hands-on measuring... ]
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Yes, actually. That would be appropriate.
[He flusters slightly. But, he'll just dream up a handy dandy little tape measure out of nowhere. He'll set it on the table to use once they're done eating.
A hands-on measuring...]
Let's finish here and then I'll have you stand for me.
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Sure, I'll let you get your hands on me.
[ Is he sorry? Not really. Sunday makes this way too easy, so he can't help it. But he'll behave for now and get right back to eating. Someone is definitely eager to finish quick... ]
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He nearly chokes on his bite of his meal and coughs it down before patting his mouth with his napkin.]
Are you finished?
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Gallagher proceeds to cut into his steak to hide his smile. He doesn't think Sunday will appreciate seeing him be amused at his expense. ]
No more teasing, got it. I'll let you enjoy your meal in peace.
[ Cross his heart. ]
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Good.
[At least that so much is done!!
After their meal is all wrapped up... Sunday finishes neatly and then glances at Gallagher with the little dreamed up measuring tape in hand.]
Then if you'll follow me, we'll get to our next task at hand.
[What kind of date is this... But Sunday is determined now. He will get Gallagher's proper measurements.]
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He rises to a stand, moving closer to where Sunday is. ]
Where do you want me?
[ He's even ready to spread his arms if Sunday asks him to. ]
Should I take off my shirt for a more accurate measurement?
[ ... He can't help himself. ]
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[He'd been about to tell Gallagher to follow him to a more private part of the area where there are some dressing screens when that last comment has Sunday nearly forgetting what he was supposed to say. It's ... it's a bit concerning to have Gallagher able to do that so easily.
He looks away, hand to his lips as he clears his throat.]
That would be best. It wouldn't do to get a single measurement incorrect.
[Things have to be perfect-]
Follow me.
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Gallager takes note of that, tucking it away in his mind for later use. But for now, he plays the part of an obedient dog and follows after Sunday. By the time they're further away from prying eyes, he's already in the middle of unravelling his tie. The vest comes next, but he's taking his time.
... Alright. He really can't help but tease a tiny bit. ]
Right here is good?
[ He'll start unbuttoning his shirt, if so. ]
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Yes, here will do well enough. Now. Let's get this started, properly.
[He turns back to the taller man and... he catches a short glimpse of Gallagher unravelling his tie. Sunday watches Gallagher's chest for a split second, noticing just how tight the man wears his shirt and how messy he wears his tie. Some parts of Gallagher's outfit do not leave much to the imagination. Which might be a little ironic.
Sighing softly, he takes a step closer to Gallagher and reaches out to grab the untied tie. He slowly pulls the fabric off of Gallagher's shoulders and then reaches for the buttons of Gallaghers shirt. His fingers slow, gently touching over the round buttons as he starts to unbutton the first one, himself.]
You truly are an unorganized mess.
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He remains still as Sunday begins to unbutton his shirt, one after another, until the hair on his chest is visible enough. Scars adorn his skin no matter where one looks, but he doubts they'll be enough to catch Sunday off guard.
So he leans in close, presenting himself for the other's admiration. ]
Don't knock an old hound's style. Besides, don't you like me this way?
[ Because it gives Sunday a reason to fix him up to his liking, maybe. ]
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