It was clear that this situation was nothing less that normal for the other male, leaving Kai even more perplexed by the male. For the last several months, he’d been sheltered to the point of being unaware of all the different types of people in the world. He found himself almost drawn to the other; the differences in the way he spoke and presented himself far too interesting for Kai to ignore. “What can I say, after eating all my veggies and drinkin’ my milk I ended up like this,” he responded with a slow nod of his head. A teasing smirk never seemed to leave the tanned male’s lips, finding the whole situation far more amusing than he should— finding a similar amusement in the eyes of the other. “True— very very true. Doesn’t hurt to be polite in the simplest ways though, right?” His brows raised to punctuate the question, shoulders slowly rolling back as he attempted to relax; not all that unfamiliar to the question that had been asked of him. He lowered his head then for a moment, relieving his neck for a moment from the awkward angle. “Mist— Now you’re makin’ sound old. You can just call me Kai.”
Perhaps if he had known just how peculiar Taemin could be, he would not wonder so much on the different types of people which inhabited the world. But on the other hand, perhaps he would have. Sometimes, the oddity of his presence drove people away; at other times, it seemed to make people want to keep talking to him. It was a thin line, one he always walked, but perhaps in a part of Taemin’s mind he was pleased that this young man had not yet decided his way of being, too odd. Maybe it meant he was actually behaving. He could never quite tell. “So that’s why”, he mused out with an amused colour to his words lingering. “And plenty of spinach, I presume?” he added with a quirk of an eyebrow, before he hummed, and admitted the manboy to be right with a decided nod of his head. “Ne, I suppose you’re like, right there.” He tilted his head up, or should one say down with his current position, his mind briefly wondering whether he ought to jump down to make it easier for his new acquaintance. But this thought was soon stalled, as tanned skin caught his peripheral vision, making his gaze dart over, until it roamed over the soft canvas of golden skin. Delicate skin. Warm skin, that could so easily be broken, revealing the hidden springs that could quench one’s thirst—but no. He blinked, jaws faintly clenched as he forced black eyes to Kai’s own. “Kai”, he repeated. “I’m Taemin, but a lot of people call me Francesco.”
