I can’t imagine a reason to enjoy it, aside from perhaps a good book.
[Was his vaguely distracted response, followed by a puzzled silence for a moment or two. Watts was not a stupid man, but there were some things that took him a little longer to catch on to. Flirting generally went over his head, made a few circles, then landed.
One second... Two seconds...
Then his brows rows comically and the most awkward expression crossed his face as the comment finally settled properly across the tracks to derail his original train of thought.]
Oh.
You uh— Yep. Point taken, Derroc.
[Derroc got a front row seat to the embarrassed stuttering babble, followed by a noise that was a cross between a cough and clearing his throat. At the same time, he didn’t particularly have to worry about Watts taking him seriously either. Not because he wasn’t attractive or anything (though Watts still tended to follow up compliments with critiques on some fashion choice), but more because the detective usually lived by the assumption that others didn’t seriously think of him that way. Flirts were offered as a joke, or he mistook it to be about someone else. Maybe that was a bit sad in respect to how he viewed himself, but it was simply the way of it.
Plus, Derroc was a good friend. Occasional penchant for getting him flustered aside, Watts liked having him around and would endeavour to not chase him away by making what he considered unlikely assumptions.
Of course, bringing his attention back to food generally worked to smooth things back into the natural flow of conversation. Watts hummed a little, before taking another bite of his dumpling and considering the flavour more closely himself. Satisfied, he shrugged lightly.]
Actually I think it’s fairly simple, but I generally avoid food related cases if I can. Sometimes you would rather not know what you’re eating, otherwise you may not look at your favourite dish the same way again.
[Spoken from experience, Watts had once learned the hard way when you looked into what went into what and the unsanitary conditions that they were prepared in. There were several vendors he couldn’t quite look at the same way, even if he did end up still eating there despite the health risks.
Despite his apparent thoughts on what sort of eggs were used in the dumpling, he also failed to elaborate. Either to save the meal or he really did think it was obvious enough that he didn’t need to say.]
no subject
[Was his vaguely distracted response, followed by a puzzled silence for a moment or two. Watts was not a stupid man, but there were some things that took him a little longer to catch on to. Flirting generally went over his head, made a few circles, then landed.
One second... Two seconds...
Then his brows rows comically and the most awkward expression crossed his face as the comment finally settled properly across the tracks to derail his original train of thought.]
Oh.
You uh— Yep. Point taken, Derroc.
[Derroc got a front row seat to the embarrassed stuttering babble, followed by a noise that was a cross between a cough and clearing his throat. At the same time, he didn’t particularly have to worry about Watts taking him seriously either. Not because he wasn’t attractive or anything (though Watts still tended to follow up compliments with critiques on some fashion choice), but more because the detective usually lived by the assumption that others didn’t seriously think of him that way. Flirts were offered as a joke, or he mistook it to be about someone else. Maybe that was a bit sad in respect to how he viewed himself, but it was simply the way of it.
Plus, Derroc was a good friend. Occasional penchant for getting him flustered aside, Watts liked having him around and would endeavour to not chase him away by making what he considered unlikely assumptions.
Of course, bringing his attention back to food generally worked to smooth things back into the natural flow of conversation. Watts hummed a little, before taking another bite of his dumpling and considering the flavour more closely himself. Satisfied, he shrugged lightly.]
Actually I think it’s fairly simple, but I generally avoid food related cases if I can. Sometimes you would rather not know what you’re eating, otherwise you may not look at your favourite dish the same way again.
[Spoken from experience, Watts had once learned the hard way when you looked into what went into what and the unsanitary conditions that they were prepared in. There were several vendors he couldn’t quite look at the same way, even if he did end up still eating there despite the health risks.
Despite his apparent thoughts on what sort of eggs were used in the dumpling, he also failed to elaborate. Either to save the meal or he really did think it was obvious enough that he didn’t need to say.]