"So you gotta wait, meaning I gotta wait, vicariously. Doesn't he know how rude that is?" considering his odd psychosis surrounding behavior he perceives as rude, it's a rather tepid statement; honest, shallow irritation, sparse exasperation, largely a teasing sentiment.
"Wait, he took your knife?" give him like two point five seconds to clamp down on that small spike of irritation. Excuse me, John did that first, thank you. He covers his mouth for a few unnecessary coughs, using the brief stolen moments to correct his tone and expression. "You want me to get it back for ya, buddy? Or was it some kinda romantic gesture?" he wiggles his eyebrows and his grin shifts sharply towards teasingly approving and affectionately pestering. Hey, he doesn't wanna step on any toes, okay? Playing with another guy's knife can mean things!
"Hold on--" as one train of thought comes crashing into the other he interrupts himself, squinting glance shifting side to side as he holds his hand with his palm flat beside his mouth, as though passing some delicate information. "So you're like... pretending it's a date? Or is it a real date? With Cinders, or Oswald, or both?" Riddler might be able to guess John had something caffeinated before he showed up; there's sweet coffee on his breath if the pelting of questions isn't enough of a clue. He's also. Bouncing a bit in his spot. Probably because of the caffine, but also, who doesn't get jazzed sharing such juicy gossip? Oh Riddler, oh Eddie, what heart breakers!
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"Wait, he took your knife?" give him like two point five seconds to clamp down on that small spike of irritation. Excuse me, John did that first, thank you. He covers his mouth for a few unnecessary coughs, using the brief stolen moments to correct his tone and expression. "You want me to get it back for ya, buddy? Or was it some kinda romantic gesture?" he wiggles his eyebrows and his grin shifts sharply towards teasingly approving and affectionately pestering. Hey, he doesn't wanna step on any toes, okay? Playing with another guy's knife can mean things!
"Hold on--" as one train of thought comes crashing into the other he interrupts himself, squinting glance shifting side to side as he holds his hand with his palm flat beside his mouth, as though passing some delicate information. "So you're like... pretending it's a date? Or is it a real date? With Cinders, or Oswald, or both?" Riddler might be able to guess John had something caffeinated before he showed up; there's sweet coffee on his breath if the pelting of questions isn't enough of a clue. He's also. Bouncing a bit in his spot. Probably because of the caffine, but also, who doesn't get jazzed sharing such juicy gossip? Oh Riddler, oh Eddie, what heart breakers!