Ianto looked at it, warily, and then took a hesitant sip. It was bizarre. It tasted like a slushy. It just had the consistency of something...less water-based. Maybe the technology in this time had something to do with it. He took another sip. "It's strange," Ianto said, after a moment. "But. I... I think I do like it."
He blushed a little at the other boy's reassurances, ducking his head a little. "It's... It's weird, yeah?" he said, after a moment, trying to explain himself. "I mean. I'm not only in America, but. I'm in America 200 years in the future. Things that are current and recent to me are not only foreign but also really old, or... I don't know, 'classic', here. It's. It's well cool, but. It's weird." He blushed a little harder. "And. I think... That I might want a soda as well. Since. Since you're offering..." He lowered his eyes to the table. "I'm sorry. For, y'know, costing you this money, and all."
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Date: 2011-02-13 12:25 am (UTC)He blushed a little at the other boy's reassurances, ducking his head a little. "It's... It's weird, yeah?" he said, after a moment, trying to explain himself. "I mean. I'm not only in America, but. I'm in America 200 years in the future. Things that are current and recent to me are not only foreign but also really old, or... I don't know, 'classic', here. It's. It's well cool, but. It's weird." He blushed a little harder. "And. I think... That I might want a soda as well. Since. Since you're offering..." He lowered his eyes to the table. "I'm sorry. For, y'know, costing you this money, and all."