[ If K were more adept at navigating this particular territory of interpersonal relationships, he'd point out that something (arguably) more interesting is already, very insistently, coming up. But he isn't, so unfortunately the perfect opportunity for innuendo passes him by. For now.
When the choice of where to sit is presented to him he pauses, considering the possible implications and implied intimacy of being on someone else's bed. Even if it is the only place to sit besides the floor... he's pretty sure this choice may be more significant than his host is letting on. Or maybe he's overthinking it.
Either way, he's already made his interest known. He chooses the bed, settling on it comfortably while simultaneously and discreetly attempting to adjust himself in a manner that looks like he's smoothing his clothes into place. Probably not fooling anyone who's familiar with this type of problem, but he's trying not to be completely indecent here. He then leans back slightly, propping himself up with a hand. ]
I don't mind if you work. I told you. [ And true to his word, he's neither restless nor seems the least bit expectant of anything, appearing wholly content just to be in close proximity to Tech Boy. And as K looks up at him, his expression softens with some unnamed emotion that his thoughts provide a little context for: Art. He's recalling Tech Boy's own thoughts, filtered through the lens of their connection and now layered with K's growing regard for the god. His god, in several senses of the word; that thought is also freely shared, along with his curiosity about what he's inspired, with regards to Tech Boy's project. ]
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When the choice of where to sit is presented to him he pauses, considering the possible implications and implied intimacy of being on someone else's bed. Even if it is the only place to sit besides the floor... he's pretty sure this choice may be more significant than his host is letting on. Or maybe he's overthinking it.
Either way, he's already made his interest known. He chooses the bed, settling on it comfortably while simultaneously and discreetly attempting to adjust himself in a manner that looks like he's smoothing his clothes into place. Probably not fooling anyone who's familiar with this type of problem, but he's trying not to be completely indecent here. He then leans back slightly, propping himself up with a hand. ]
I don't mind if you work. I told you. [ And true to his word, he's neither restless nor seems the least bit expectant of anything, appearing wholly content just to be in close proximity to Tech Boy. And as K looks up at him, his expression softens with some unnamed emotion that his thoughts provide a little context for: Art. He's recalling Tech Boy's own thoughts, filtered through the lens of their connection and now layered with K's growing regard for the god. His god, in several senses of the word; that thought is also freely shared, along with his curiosity about what he's inspired, with regards to Tech Boy's project. ]