Exactly! [Obviously an easy guess, given circumstances, but Edward is smiling at Oswald nonetheless. It's rare enough anyone indulges him in this area and he knows that, unfortunately, Oswald isn't that fond of riddles.]
I am partial to purple. [Whatever that addresses. To clarify, Edward puts a hand on Oswald's arm and indicates his face a little.] To bring our your eyes.
As always, he takes advantage of the moment. A little leeway is all he needs to move on close and put his hand on top of Edward's hand. It's almost as if they're holding hands. And Oswald could dream, couldn't he?] Glad to know. I will have to make sure I pick my colours with you in mind in future.
[It could come across as flirtatious, given circumstances and the fact that, yes, they are currently holding hands, but for someone with his intelligence, Edward has been gifted with an unusual amount of obliviousness.
So he's unaware, even as he leans in close and looks right into Oswald's eyes.]
Your eyes are green. That's very rare. My favourite colour.
It is? I didn't realise it was rare. Though many mistake my eyes for blue.
[Because in certain lights, they were. They changed in the settings and could be whatever colour they needed to be. A deep green or an ocean blue. It was quite interesting. Of all the things about himself, Oswald did really like his eyes.]
Yours are the most fascinating shade of brown. So ... So deep. Dark. I could fall right into them and get lost.
I used to think so, but as I got to know you better, I took a second look. Definitely green.
[Beautiful eyes. Edward does think that Oswald's gaze holds a lot of mesmerising power, perhaps what makes him so charismatic. It has never surprised him how easily the man finds followers.]
Oh, I doubt you'd get lost there. My eyes are really just brown.
[A shrug of his shoulders. He's not overly enamoured with any part of his body, the eyes included.]
[They aren't that remarkable but Edward is and he'd have done anything for him. And, apparently, that included making an idiot out of himself and fawning over him like some idiot.
But damn if his eyes weren't beautiful.] This has been a wonderful Christmas, Edward.
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I am partial to purple. [Whatever that addresses. To clarify, Edward puts a hand on Oswald's arm and indicates his face a little.] To bring our your eyes.
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As always, he takes advantage of the moment. A little leeway is all he needs to move on close and put his hand on top of Edward's hand. It's almost as if they're holding hands. And Oswald could dream, couldn't he?] Glad to know. I will have to make sure I pick my colours with you in mind in future.
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[It could come across as flirtatious, given circumstances and the fact that, yes, they are currently holding hands, but for someone with his intelligence, Edward has been gifted with an unusual amount of obliviousness.
So he's unaware, even as he leans in close and looks right into Oswald's eyes.]
Your eyes are green. That's very rare. My favourite colour.
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[Because in certain lights, they were. They changed in the settings and could be whatever colour they needed to be. A deep green or an ocean blue. It was quite interesting. Of all the things about himself, Oswald did really like his eyes.]
Yours are the most fascinating shade of brown. So ... So deep. Dark. I could fall right into them and get lost.
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[Beautiful eyes. Edward does think that Oswald's gaze holds a lot of mesmerising power, perhaps what makes him so charismatic. It has never surprised him how easily the man finds followers.]
Oh, I doubt you'd get lost there. My eyes are really just brown.
[A shrug of his shoulders. He's not overly enamoured with any part of his body, the eyes included.]
But I appreciate the compliment.
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[They aren't that remarkable but Edward is and he'd have done anything for him. And, apparently, that included making an idiot out of himself and fawning over him like some idiot.
But damn if his eyes weren't beautiful.] This has been a wonderful Christmas, Edward.
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[He stands up, lifting his hand to look at the watch he's just been gifted.]
It's getting late, I better start cleaning up. Thank you, Oswald. And merry Christmas.
[With that he turns and walks off toward the kitchen.]
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He was hoping for a kiss. DAMN.
Pulling out his phone, he proceeds to text Harley while rushing to his bedroom. THIS IS THE DUMBEST CHRISTMAS EVER.]