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</div></div><br/>It wasn't as though Ever was an antisocial kind of guy, but he was admittedly a little shy about initiating conversations with people he didn't know all that well. When a conversation started though, he had no lack of material to draw from to keep the conversation going. Initial conversations between strangers was what it was, but Ever had to also calculate that it was the man's extreme attractiveness that was making his nervousness bubble up and spew everywhere.<br/><br/>Another quality the man had was his way with words, glancing upon them like the wing beats of a butterfly, graceful and eloquent. Ever spoke words, while this man, a total stranger to him, spoke in volumes of undecipherable poetry, meant for him to try and decode. Even the gesture of introduction produced a wave of heat to stain his complexion.<br/><br/><i>"Magnus Augustin.</i>T<b>ell me, are you French by some odd chance? I had a friend named Magnus that I attended school with, he was from Paris."</b>Ever offered, letting the mental tidbit sink or be savored by his new acquaintance.<br/><br/>When Magnus repeated his name, along with the comment,<i>charming</i>, Ever's lips formed a strange smirk.<b>"Most people find my name to be weird. My Mom and Dad thought that the name was one of a kind. Then again my sister's name is Ladybug, and my brother's name is Moon. "</b><br/><br/>His hand clasped Magnus's, intertwining as he gripped it and shook his hand in greeting. His hand felt pleasantly cool to the touch, almost as if he'd been standing close to one of the air conditioning vents in the store. Its coolness felt good against Ever's now clammy skin, that was becoming clammier by the second. Ever loosened his grip to extricate his hand, allowing it to fall naturally back down to his side. He carefully considered what he was going to say before responding to what Magnus was relaying about the hopes of gaining a $25 Japanese tiger melon.<br/><br/><b>"Its supposed to melt like sugar in your mouth, from what I read in the magazine,"</b>Ever informed him.<br/><br/><b>"I wanted to try it at least once. I suppose buying one would be better than wasting your money on a $25 carton of cigarettes and smoking the whole thing. Apparently, I think there are worse vices in the world than a palm sized melon."</b>he chuckled again before gazing at Magnus incredulously.<br/><br/><b>"Oh no! I couldn't possibly do that, Magnus. You don't have to do that for me. I could just say the display is right there behind you, but then you'd be stuck with the expense of buying a melon that cost $25, right?"</b>asked Ever.<br/><br/>It wasn't<i> what </i>Magnus said next, it was<i>how</i>he said it that made Ever almost<i>cream</i>his jeans right there while standing next to him in the produce section. Every sultry, seductive word Magnus spoke into existence was picked up and bounced off of Ever's eardrums, leaving its<i>wanting</i>rhythm lingering long after the first solid note of the man's voice had vanished.<br/><br/>Ever felt his jaw fall ajar as he stared at Magnus with a shocked expression on his face.<b> "I have never quite heard it put together so poetically before, but yes. Mostly due to monetary reasons I was craving the melon all week but couldn't afford one until I got paid by the company. "</b>he answered, but felt that his answer didn't nearly begin to explain the growing bulge in his jeans.<br/><b><br/>
"I would hope it tasted that good when I finally did get a chance to fulfill that desire, Magnus."</b>he replied, his voice slightly deeper than before.<br/><br/><b>"I...should get going. I've bothered you enough for today. I have to finish shopping. Yeah."</b>Ever stammered, while trying to rationalize his own need to get going even if he didn't actually feel like doing so yet.