[ Joe's brows lift questioningly at Dennis' look, like he's actually expecting an answer to his question. Like maybe he'll consider not taking the drink if there isn't a straw to go with it - which isn't actually the case, but Joe's in a relatively good mood, so he's able to go along with the teasing with ease.
He smiles. Of course he thinks he's funny. Joe MacMillan is hilarious(ly terrible at being funny). ]
Prof, [ He says more to himself, repeating Dennis with a little bit of amusement in the way he murmurs it. Despite his current occupation in Eudio, none of his students really call him professor, or any variation of the title. It's usually just 'Mr. MacMillan' or 'sir', but Dennis has used the title more than once, and it still make Joe smile a little.
Pressing his lips together, Joe has to hold back a smirk at the way Dennis sasses him. What a cheeky little shit, and what a drastic contrast. When Joe first met Dennis, the very first night they literally ran into each other, he was a drunken, nervous, stuttering mess. And then, he was a drunken, nervous, stuttering, bleeding mess.
Joe takes the drink, the glass looking much smaller in his hand than it did in Dennis' when he was pouring them out. ]
You're a lot more confident than you were a year ago. When did you go from stuttering to sassy?
[ The corner of his mouth curls a little with the beginning of a smile, his eyes focused on Dennis and nothing else. ]
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He smiles. Of course he thinks he's funny. Joe MacMillan is hilarious(ly terrible at being funny). ]
Prof, [ He says more to himself, repeating Dennis with a little bit of amusement in the way he murmurs it. Despite his current occupation in Eudio, none of his students really call him professor, or any variation of the title. It's usually just 'Mr. MacMillan' or 'sir', but Dennis has used the title more than once, and it still make Joe smile a little.
Pressing his lips together, Joe has to hold back a smirk at the way Dennis sasses him. What a cheeky little shit, and what a drastic contrast. When Joe first met Dennis, the very first night they literally ran into each other, he was a drunken, nervous, stuttering mess. And then, he was a drunken, nervous, stuttering, bleeding mess.
Joe takes the drink, the glass looking much smaller in his hand than it did in Dennis' when he was pouring them out. ]
You're a lot more confident than you were a year ago. When did you go from stuttering to sassy?
[ The corner of his mouth curls a little with the beginning of a smile, his eyes focused on Dennis and nothing else. ]