What a weird response? His eyebrows raise very slightly at Garrot's surprise, wondering what he has to be surprised about. The idea that the man wouldn't expect him to care about his kids doesn't even occur to him! Gyre's mouth twists into this confused smirk, but he won't ask what the other was thinking about just yet.
The smirk becomes decidedly less confused at that little guess there. Garrot might not be flirting, but Gyre absolutely is, reaching out slowly, thoughtfully, as if he's going to take his hand.
"It's certainly easier to have my, uh, needs met out there." The very tip of his one claw taps against Garrot's knuckle and pauses there.
"You're all so reserved here," he murmurs, before suddenly running the claw lightly up the back of his hand. He grins as he does it, pulling himself suddenly back in his seat, as if the touch was somehow a mistake. He folds his arms, and his voice levels out as quickly as he touched him, answering the original question instead of flirting now.
"It's different," he says with a vague wave of his hand, snorting as he remembers the last time he told Garrot things were different where he's from. What a nightmare conversation that had turned into!
"There's so... much here. Movies and tv and radio and books. You're all packed so tight," he clasps his hands together for emphasis, spreading them suddenly as he continues, "I've gone weeks between seeing people. I once spent a day in meditation, watching the sun rise. And set. That's... fun for me, out there." It's a super contemplative existence, and the way he's quirking an eyebrow at Garrot says he doesn't think the guy could put up with uh anything that's that quiet.
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The smirk becomes decidedly less confused at that little guess there. Garrot might not be flirting, but Gyre absolutely is, reaching out slowly, thoughtfully, as if he's going to take his hand.
"It's certainly easier to have my, uh, needs met out there." The very tip of his one claw taps against Garrot's knuckle and pauses there.
"You're all so reserved here," he murmurs, before suddenly running the claw lightly up the back of his hand. He grins as he does it, pulling himself suddenly back in his seat, as if the touch was somehow a mistake. He folds his arms, and his voice levels out as quickly as he touched him, answering the original question instead of flirting now.
"It's different," he says with a vague wave of his hand, snorting as he remembers the last time he told Garrot things were different where he's from. What a nightmare conversation that had turned into!
"There's so... much here. Movies and tv and radio and books. You're all packed so tight," he clasps his hands together for emphasis, spreading them suddenly as he continues, "I've gone weeks between seeing people. I once spent a day in meditation, watching the sun rise. And set. That's... fun for me, out there." It's a super contemplative existence, and the way he's quirking an eyebrow at Garrot says he doesn't think the guy could put up with uh anything that's that quiet.