Surprise. Is he asking what Cesar thinks he's asking? Cesar makes a mental note to stop asking this, since it looks like the answer is always going to be 'yes'.
He lifts his hands, wanting to sign something back, but he hesitates, blocked by a lack of signs: he never learned a technical vocabulary. He lapses into fingerspelling, before simply changing to simpler, shorter words.
{More testing?}
Was he aghast at his own daring before? He dips a couple of fingers into the salsa jar again and holds them up, waiting for some signal or gesture that he's not thinking incorrectly.
They're friends. This is just drunken fun, like a dominoed chain reaction, or like a convoluted Rube Goldberg machine, except there's a lot of different forces in play right now, and Cesar's pretty sure that 'platonic' isn't one of them. He can trace how they got here in fumbled mechanical components and meaningless equations, but it does nothing besides form a skeleton for his mind to hold. He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't want to interrupt the moment to think it through, either.
no subject
He lifts his hands, wanting to sign something back, but he hesitates, blocked by a lack of signs: he never learned a technical vocabulary. He lapses into fingerspelling, before simply changing to simpler, shorter words.
{More testing?}
Was he aghast at his own daring before? He dips a couple of fingers into the salsa jar again and holds them up, waiting for some signal or gesture that he's not thinking incorrectly.
They're friends. This is just drunken fun, like a dominoed chain reaction, or like a convoluted Rube Goldberg machine, except there's a lot of different forces in play right now, and Cesar's pretty sure that 'platonic' isn't one of them. He can trace how they got here in fumbled mechanical components and meaningless equations, but it does nothing besides form a skeleton for his mind to hold. He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't want to interrupt the moment to think it through, either.