Gilded Bay here come the jets, hide my money in your tube socks

he's found himself a lot more relaxed since coming to paradise, but there's still a part of him that remains vigilant; paranoid, even. so he hears the man's approach even through his reverie, though there's no sign he's registered his presence until the other clears his throat. he opens his eyes and offers a lazy smile, stretching his limbs out slowly. yeah. join me? he invites with a yawn, tone friendly. his sapphire gaze is warm on the stranger, unassuming.