[Blessedly, Tseng doesn't remark on the construction of his sentence, of how close take me somewhere, out treads to simply being take me out which itself comes painfully, intolerably close to ask me out. But once he's able to compartmentalize the method from the outcome, he can't deny that the prospect of it is appealing — and more than appealing, what he finds he genuinely does want for his birthday.
It's a day that's never really been his own, has it? Always tangled up in things bigger than him, always with his father's fingerprints on it. This is the first birthday he's had since the old man died; as new beginnings go, the prospect of doing something solely for himself, in the company of someone he likes to be around, is...surprisingly compelling.]
I don't dislike that idea.
[Hopefully the teasing comes across, even in text. Maybe a little bit of the relief will, too.]
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It's a day that's never really been his own, has it? Always tangled up in things bigger than him, always with his father's fingerprints on it. This is the first birthday he's had since the old man died; as new beginnings go, the prospect of doing something solely for himself, in the company of someone he likes to be around, is...surprisingly compelling.]
I don't dislike that idea.
[Hopefully the teasing comes across, even in text. Maybe a little bit of the relief will, too.]
You'll surprise me with our destination?