[Ned's waiting here, glass raised, tiny smirk ready to get that much more smirky when Jacob picks something to toast to. He's waiting for "to the Rooks!" or maybe even "to London," and somehow nothing prepared him for Jacob toasting his stupid toy train. He blinks, keeping it together long enough to clink their glasses together and watch Jacob laugh at his own joke and oh, goddamn it. God damn it.
He can't help himself and it isn't a smirk so much as a full, honest to God smile, hidden behind his first sip of whiskey and then less so as he looks off to the side, not at the toy train. His shoulders shake a little with the laugh he is just barely holding in and he takes another sip hurriedly, waving his free hand at Jacob like please, do not speak.]
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He can't help himself and it isn't a smirk so much as a full, honest to God smile, hidden behind his first sip of whiskey and then less so as he looks off to the side, not at the toy train. His shoulders shake a little with the laugh he is just barely holding in and he takes another sip hurriedly, waving his free hand at Jacob like please, do not speak.]
Wiseass. [don't look at him, go away]