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*slides his own hands around Toby's middle, mumbling into the kiss* See, this is what I was worried about: my productivity at work's gonna shoot right down.

[That has him smiling into the kiss, the blush on his cheeks spreading a little further.] S'pose I shall just have to limit my kitchen-visits, then?

Well, technically that'd probably be for the best. Doesn't mean I want it, though.

Hmm! It's certainly a dilemma; I'm afraid you have me addicted, sir. I'm not sure I could refrain from a few brief Liam-kisses during a long eight-hour work shift.

*laughs, shaking his head, although he's not moving very far from Toby right now* Well, as long as we keep it professional, I'm sure no one will deny us that.

Oh, you know me. I'm always one-hundred percent professional! [Pft, yeah right.]

*yeah, pardon Liam while he lets out a snort of laughter* Right, right, of course.

Hey, don't laugh at me! So rude! [Tugs gently at his hair with his fingers, laughing as well.] I'm totally professional. I even have a serious business face!

I like you being not professional. It's not like the diner really calls for -- you have a "serious business face"? Okay, let's see it.

Okay!

[...fff, his serious business face totally fails. IT LOOKS MORE LIKE A GRIMACE.]

...Are you okay? Did you pull something?

[Just... LAUGHS.] ...Apparently my face isn't made for serious business!

No.. probably just made for show business.

... I'm not sure whether I'm supposed to take that as a compliment or an insult.

A compliment! It's not like I said you're only suited for, for a freak show.

[Actually thinking about this!] What kind of part could I possibly get in a freak show? The amazing twenty-year-old male whose voice never broke? Not sure people would pay much for that.

*laughs, shaking his head and leaning back on his elbows* Never know until you try.

[Tilts his head a little, smiling slightly and watching Liam.]

Hmm. Can I ask you a personal question?

*no hesitation here*

Yes.

[So surprised by that for a second that he actually forgets what he's going to ask!] Oh... Uhm. Fudge. Forgot.

Ah! Ask me something, maybe it'll help me remember!

*snort of laughter*

Favorite color socks?

...what the heck? What kind of question is that! [He laughs, and swats at Liam's arm.] Uhm. Rainbow. I've got these rainbow toe-socks that Mom bought me one Christmas. I wear them around the apartment like all the time. They're comfy.

[Now. Thiiiink. Well, he doesn't want to ruin the mood, so he's going to start out small, too!] Uh, favorite movie? And if you can't narrow it down, then top three!

You put me on the spot! First thing that came to mind. *grins* I can completely picture you in rainbow toe-socks. I'm not at all surprised.

...hm. Die Hard, The Departed and... Ratatouille.

Socks was the first thing that came to your mind? You're a strange one! [Grinning back] What, I was supposed to surprise you? Maybe I'll show up to work in them one day, that will be a surprise, right?

[Lights up at the last one!] Pixar. You sure know the way to a boy's heart. And oh my god, now that you mention it. Ratatouille. It so fits with you. I love it.

I'm still thinking of unpacking. I've got clothes on the mind. *shrugs, reaching for Toby's hand* I don't know if you were supposed to surprise me: maybe I'm just commenting on the act that I'm glad to know you even that well.

Hahah -- it's a good movie! I wish I had a little rat to guide my every move.