No, those weren't his ears turning the slightest bit red and his face growing hot at such an inquisitive question. A soft clearing of his throat, another piece of pancake cut off, and Quaid casually - oh so conversationally - replies, "Nah, there'd have to be a bit more privacy to go showin' that off now." He could only imagine what was going to be thrown at him in return, trying not to smile as he raised his breakfast to his mouth.
"Appreciated, but no thanks." There was no need to go into how he found them vaguely menacing, especially when it was much easier to admit to other fears: "I... don't like needles, but I like helping out, so."
Nat hums, watching the blush grow. "Exhibitionism in front of new friends and coworkers over a lovely pancake meal isn't one of your strokes? But there's so much that can be done with syrup," she can't really keep a straight face with that one, hiding a grin behind a long drink of water before she steers them away from more dangerous waters.
"Very noble of you," she offers about the needles, sincere. "Did you really not know this was going on? Talk about bad timing," she chuckles.
She's given an amused Look, but Quaid doesn't say much about how that's not really his thing, instead legitimately choking for a second at Nat's observation of extracurricular uses of syrup. It's cool, he's cool, he's slowly turning back to his normal coloring, neither too reddened or paled.
"Thanks," he casually wheezes, trying not to draw attention to himself more than necessary. "I'm sure I heard something about it, but didn't realize it was today until I was here. How about yourself? You regularly like to get a little woozy and hang out?"
"You make it sound like the latest designer drug," Nat chuckles as she cuts herself another piece. "I used to back before. I'm O+, a hot commodity, and I think it's fun," she shrugs as if this isn't a strange thing to say. "I'll leave all the fainting to you though -- here," she adds another pancake to his pile from her own, fussing. "You'll feel better the faster you fill up."
"How should I know what The Kids are up to these days? You're the cooler one here." Disregarding the fact Lundegaard was the only community with literal children, but that was neither here nor there at his silly, little joke.
He's chuckling along, about to draw attention to her definition of fun when Nat dunks on him again. "I swayed once and no more, alright?" Still he smirks down at the misshapen snowman staring up at him before cutting off a large bite. "That's what she said," he jejunely states in a deadpan before shoving approximately half a pancake into his mouth at once.
Quaid wouldn't go as far as to say he was hypnotized by any aspect of Nat, though he was more than intrigued and attracted to her as a whole.
Finishing what he's chewing, Quaid nods and makes a motion towards her as if she'd made a decent point in a conversation; attempting to keep a straight face the whole time. "So what you're saying is you are an exhibitionist, then? Or whatever the equivalent is when it comes to having risque conversations in the middle of a blood drive pancake breakfast."
"Oh, I wouldn't exactly call it church talk or family friendly, now would you?" Far from a prude, Quaid wasn't the kind to ever show too much of himself at once, in public. Or he tried not to; not wanting to be enigmatic so much as not wanting people to have points to use against him. "And noted."
In this instance, he rather didn't mind that Nat had figured out how to push his buttons, as a it were, in regards to that blush creeping back over the bridge of his nose and helix of his ears. "You do seem to rather have a knack for it, don't you?" A beat. "I like that," Quaid states plainly.
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SCENES: Nat & Quaid
"Appreciated, but no thanks." There was no need to go into how he found them vaguely menacing, especially when it was much easier to admit to other fears: "I... don't like needles, but I like helping out, so."
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
"Very noble of you," she offers about the needles, sincere. "Did you really not know this was going on? Talk about bad timing," she chuckles.
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
"Thanks," he casually wheezes, trying not to draw attention to himself more than necessary. "I'm sure I heard something about it, but didn't realize it was today until I was here. How about yourself? You regularly like to get a little woozy and hang out?"
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
He's chuckling along, about to draw attention to her definition of fun when Nat dunks on him again. "I swayed once and no more, alright?" Still he smirks down at the misshapen snowman staring up at him before cutting off a large bite. "That's what she said," he jejunely states in a deadpan before shoving approximately half a pancake into his mouth at once.
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
Nat's smile curls a little into a smirk. "She did just say that," she agrees and props her chin up with her fist. "And she could say more."
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
Finishing what he's chewing, Quaid nods and makes a motion towards her as if she'd made a decent point in a conversation; attempting to keep a straight face the whole time. "So what you're saying is you are an exhibitionist, then? Or whatever the equivalent is when it comes to having risque conversations in the middle of a blood drive pancake breakfast."
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
In this instance, he rather didn't mind that Nat had figured out how to push his buttons, as a it were, in regards to that blush creeping back over the bridge of his nose and helix of his ears. "You do seem to rather have a knack for it, don't you?" A beat. "I like that," Quaid states plainly.
SCENES: Nat & Quaid
SCENES: Nat & Quaid