[Liem doesn’t jump at the chance to make out in order to escape their makeshift prison—if he’d been well-disposed to the idea, he wouldn’t have ignored it so roundly before now—but neither does he reject it out of hand. Fussy and proper he may be, but he also isn’t so prudish that he’d prefer to be stuck in here for an hour or more rather than have to become intimate with someone he met two minutes ago. Probably.
Returning the man’s considering look, he looks up at him sidelong. He’s not entirely sure he believes the miscreant outside is actually intending to let them out if they kiss for seven minutes, but on the other hand, he’s kissed strangers for less. At least it probably can’t make their predicament worse.
After a moment’s consideration, he ventures a question.]
[ Liem's doubt in the troublemaker that locked them in here is understandable. Broca's not entirely certain that this is going to be their ticket out of here either, but he figures it's better than sitting here doing nothing. He's also not particular sentimental about things like kisses, and if they use it as an attempted business transaction, that sits just fine with him still.
It could even be bad, and it wouldn't particularly bother him, though apparently that is something that matters to Liem here.
Problem is...
Broca frowns, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as he really, genuinely considers that question, before responding in all earnestness: ]
Dunno. I've never kissed myself.
[ Or asked for feedback on his past kisses either. No one has ever directly complained to him? But it takes a specific kind of person to complain about something like that. He's enjoyed past kisses well enough, but that doesn't mean he's a good kisser.
So in all fairness, he cannot objectively say yes or no. ]
[Liem can’t really be surprised when the brusque-seeming man he’s stuck in here with gives him such an unhelpful answer. Certainly nothing else about their interactions has suggested that his reply would be anything but short and vague. This reply does not, however, at all help him decide whether he wants to spend several minutes kissing this man on the off chance that the prankster outside will let them out.
So he decides to ask another question instead: one which is at least at relevant to his decision, if not more so. It seems like a pertinent question to ask of a total stranger stuck in a supply closet with him.]
[ You know, given the fact that Broca made the offer to make out with this stranger in the first place, that's a very fair question to lob in his direction. It's almost comical how dumbstruck Broca looks by it though, brow furrowing as if he hadn't considered for a second whether it mattered or not if the act of kissing was enjoyable.
... He hadn't. There are a lot of things Broca does just for the enjoyment of it, or to pass the time, rather than results. He hadn't exactly been considering if it mattered much in this situation.
Clearly it does to this man though, otherwise he wouldn't have asked about Broca's skill level, so it only felt fair to level with him on this one. ]
I mostly want to get out.
[ There's no apology in his words or tone, but he does give a small shrug to indicate that it's not going to be a huge deal to him one way or another. Surely someone will eventually get them out, though he'd still prefer the faster option of leaving. The guy in front of him isn't half-bad on the eyes, even if his attitude seems a little more uptight than Broca is used to, but it's not like he's dying to make out with a stranger in a closet regardless of looks. ]
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Returning the man’s considering look, he looks up at him sidelong. He’s not entirely sure he believes the miscreant outside is actually intending to let them out if they kiss for seven minutes, but on the other hand, he’s kissed strangers for less. At least it probably can’t make their predicament worse.
After a moment’s consideration, he ventures a question.]
Are you any good?
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It could even be bad, and it wouldn't particularly bother him, though apparently that is something that matters to Liem here.
Problem is...
Broca frowns, looking up at the ceiling for a moment as he really, genuinely considers that question, before responding in all earnestness: ]
Dunno. I've never kissed myself.
[ Or asked for feedback on his past kisses either. No one has ever directly complained to him? But it takes a specific kind of person to complain about something like that. He's enjoyed past kisses well enough, but that doesn't mean he's a good kisser.
So in all fairness, he cannot objectively say yes or no. ]
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So he decides to ask another question instead: one which is at least at relevant to his decision, if not more so. It seems like a pertinent question to ask of a total stranger stuck in a supply closet with him.]
Do you want to kiss me?
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... He hadn't. There are a lot of things Broca does just for the enjoyment of it, or to pass the time, rather than results. He hadn't exactly been considering if it mattered much in this situation.
Clearly it does to this man though, otherwise he wouldn't have asked about Broca's skill level, so it only felt fair to level with him on this one. ]
I mostly want to get out.
[ There's no apology in his words or tone, but he does give a small shrug to indicate that it's not going to be a huge deal to him one way or another. Surely someone will eventually get them out, though he'd still prefer the faster option of leaving. The guy in front of him isn't half-bad on the eyes, even if his attitude seems a little more uptight than Broca is used to, but it's not like he's dying to make out with a stranger in a closet regardless of looks. ]