[ Kahlil is only just finishing up processing that Viktor wheeled a full-sized bicycle in here, he hasn't considered that it's rideable just yet.
He frowns again when Viktor asks for tea, rubbing the back of his neck as their surly bartender sets a pitcher of beer on the table closest to them along with a mug before striding back to the bar to an enchanted kettle.
He lifts both eyebrows at Viktor and deadpans: ]
Please don't make me drink that alone.
[ Not that he'd push anyone to partake if they refuse. He just prefers not to be the only one.
For now his own drink is a afterthought while he fixes his full attention on the prototype, a grin slowly pulling across his lips that brightens and warms his expression in an almost boyish way as he runs his hand along the body. He might've been initially taken aback, but within his surprise it's easy enough to tell that he's genuinely pleased. Even with the wheels.
The bartender soon comes back around to set down the tea. Kahlil's crouched down by the pedals and chain, inspecting whatever gear setup there is for braking, when he glances at Viktor again and shakes his head, brow furrowing. ]
I need to at least pay you for the materials...
[ Especially if he's only drinking tea. He definitely couldn't afford whatever Viktor actually charges for his time, even on something simple like this. ]
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He frowns again when Viktor asks for tea, rubbing the back of his neck as their surly bartender sets a pitcher of beer on the table closest to them along with a mug before striding back to the bar to an enchanted kettle.
He lifts both eyebrows at Viktor and deadpans: ]
Please don't make me drink that alone.
[ Not that he'd push anyone to partake if they refuse. He just prefers not to be the only one.
For now his own drink is a afterthought while he fixes his full attention on the prototype, a grin slowly pulling across his lips that brightens and warms his expression in an almost boyish way as he runs his hand along the body. He might've been initially taken aback, but within his surprise it's easy enough to tell that he's genuinely pleased. Even with the wheels.
The bartender soon comes back around to set down the tea. Kahlil's crouched down by the pedals and chain, inspecting whatever gear setup there is for braking, when he glances at Viktor again and shakes his head, brow furrowing. ]
I need to at least pay you for the materials...
[ Especially if he's only drinking tea. He definitely couldn't afford whatever Viktor actually charges for his time, even on something simple like this. ]