Miki giggled quietly, looking from the butterfly to Quill with a smile, "He's quite cute, isn't he?"
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You, or the butterfly? “He is,” Quill agreed with a grin.
Mikki giggled again, eyes widening a little as the butterfly flew from his nose to Quill's.
Quill nearly fainted at his giggle (this was an exaggeration he told himself), seeming to look straight at the butterfly without crossing his eyes.
The butterfly didn't stay long, flying around the both of them, which made Mikki spin in a circle as he watched, before it flew away.
Quill grinned as he watched him. He couldn’t help it - the boy was adorable.
Mikki looked back to Quill, smiling shyly before he continued walking.
You know, Vizcaino, you’re never going to get anywhere with this if you keep screaming. Get wits. He told himself, following Mikki down the hallway of greenery.
“So… Quill, c-can you tell me a bit more about yourself?” Mikki asked, chewing his lower lip.
"Oh. Yeah." Quill blinked. "I'm from…from Mexico, and I still have one more class to take at college, but for now I'm an intern at this engineering company. Um…what else do you want to know?" He asked, smiling down at Mikki.
Mikki shrugged, his hand brushing against Quill's for a moment, "Um… I dunno," He pouted a little in thought, "If you weren't here right now, where would you want to be?"
“Probably my garage. I like it there,” Quill admitted, glancing down at where Mikki’s hand had brushed against his for a moment.
Mikki hummed softly in acknowledgement, nodding along to what he was saying, "You must really liek engineering then, huh?"
“Yeah. I do.” Quill turned his gaze to Mikki. “What do you like, then?”
Mikki shrugged a shoulder, "I love art, anything about it, really. And writing! I could spend all day writing stories."
Quill smiled at his response, practically in love with him already. His mind was screaming at him about different things - sometimes in Spanish - but he chose to ignore it. "Awesome. I can't do either of those. At all."
Mikki giggled softly and nudged him, "I'm sure if you practiced you'd be good at it. it took me a while to be able to draw more then a stick figure."
"Yeah, whatever," Quill joked, grinning to himself. "I would never have time for it anyway."
"I mean if you spent all the time in your garage then you wouldn't know, would you?" Mikki replied, grinning himself.
"No. I guess I wouldn't," Quill said with a shrug and a small laugh.
Mikki giggled, “Anyway, drawing is a good way to help destress after a day. It’s helped a lot.”
"Stress often?" He asked, looking curiously down at Mikki.
The small male shrugged, “I-I guess. With school and everything it’s hard not to stress.”
"Oh." Quill nodded a little. "That makes sense."
“Yeah, this holiday is kinda helping me destress.” Mikki sighed softly.
"That's good, then." Quill smiled reassuringly at him. Does this man know how cute he is?
"Yeah, and now I've got you to help as well." Mikki smiled up at him.
"Is that so?" Quill asked, slipping a careful arm around Mikki's shoulders. He would be quick to take it back if Mikki didn't seem to like it.
Mikki blushed a little, but leaned more against Quill, "I-I mean you don't have to stick around…" He mumbled, "B-But I won't be complaining if you do…"
Quill smiled a little at his reaction, keeping him close. "I think I'd like it if I did." He looked down to Mikki. "Would you?"