Okay, [ he says, a doubtful little laugh tacked onto the end of it. he swivels in his stool a little so he's facing fizz more than he is the bar, and leans his elbow on the bar top, a shitty little smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he reaches to pick up what he assumes is fizz's drink. he takes a sip, makes a face that's honestly kind of hard to read - is it good, is it bad? who can say - and then sets the drink back down in front of fizz. ] Let's not start by telling lies.
[ honestly, the confidence, the nonchalance, it's all false. in truth, blitzø's insides feel like loose static, a low buzz of anxiety tucked uncomfortably under his ribcage. there's no reason for him to feel nervous about hanging out with fizzarolli, about catching up, because - they made up. hugged it out, and let go of old hate, so why does blitzø feel like he could crawl out of his skin? they used to be best friends, attached at the fucking hip. this should be easy.
blitzø turns away from fizz and reaches across the bar top with both hands, hoisting himself up a little so he's more noticeable. he flags down the bartender with a subtle lift of one of his hands, and then sits back in his seat again while he waits for his turn. ]
Besides - [ again, super casual, but there's a different kind of doubt in his town this time, like he already doesn't buy his own bullshit. ] - I'm not that late.
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[ honestly, the confidence, the nonchalance, it's all false. in truth, blitzø's insides feel like loose static, a low buzz of anxiety tucked uncomfortably under his ribcage. there's no reason for him to feel nervous about hanging out with fizzarolli, about catching up, because - they made up. hugged it out, and let go of old hate, so why does blitzø feel like he could crawl out of his skin? they used to be best friends, attached at the fucking hip. this should be easy.
blitzø turns away from fizz and reaches across the bar top with both hands, hoisting himself up a little so he's more noticeable. he flags down the bartender with a subtle lift of one of his hands, and then sits back in his seat again while he waits for his turn. ]
Besides - [ again, super casual, but there's a different kind of doubt in his town this time, like he already doesn't buy his own bullshit. ] - I'm not that late.