LUcas grins, quiet for a moment, “I know it’s fair. Isn’t the first thing a typical straight guy notices about a girl that she’s hot and then decides to talk to her?” He tilts his head, curious. He wasn’t straight, but he assumed that’s how it went, but it he was wrong, then, well. . . He was wrong, wasn’t he?
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"I couldn't say - I've never seen a pretty girl in my life." he jokes.
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Tristan chuckles.
"Not exactly what I meant." he says softly.
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He points to his eyes, chuckling.
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Tristan laughs. "I've had practice. My ears and touch work very well."
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Tristan walks up to Lucas and prods him.
"You good?' he asks.
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(Ah okay!)
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"I dunno. I've never been to Ireland before." he shrugs.
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Tristan chuckles.
"Alright. Lead the way." he says cheerfully.
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Tristan casually slips an arm through Lucas' side and arm, to help himself walk without running into anything.
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(Alrighty!)
Tristan starts humming softly - a lullaby, or something like that - and starts to relax, probably for the first time since he'd gotten to Ireland.
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(Okay!)
Tristan stops humming and chuckles.
"Well it looks very interesting." he jokes.
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Tristan laughs, following after Lucas.
A wall of noise hits Tristan's ears and he winces slightly. "Didn't realize it'd be so damn loud in here."
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Tristan shakes his head. "I want to try the food. I admit, I'm a sucker for a good steak."
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Tristan pretends to look around to, making a mocking thoughtful noise.
"It'd be great if I could help you find an open table, but alas. . ." he snickers.