In response to Trick moving the coffee table, Harm pulled his legs up onto the couch and crossed them to keep them out of the way. He was flexible enough to lean across them to make his moves - whatever they were going to be - but it was getting cosy sitting between Gia and Trick. He was warming up, a light sheen of perspiration across his freshly-shaven upper lip wiped away errantly by his lifted shirt collar before he leant forward to deposit his half-finished glass of Coke on the coffee table (on a coaster if there was one present), out of the way of potential gameplay, he hoped.
"Should I want to be blue? Does it mean something special if you're blue? You guys are making me anxious!" he exclaimed, sounding a little whinier than necessary to play into their coloured tile debate. He was fairly certain the different colours would all be equal and Gia just liked blue but there was always the possibility that blue got to go first, like white in Chess. Gia struck Harm as the highly-competitive, strategic type. So did Trick, for that matter. Harm was very possibly a goldfish in a bowl with a family of sharks... though Jon sort of struck him as a goldfish, too, so hopefully he'd have an ally.
The way Gia kept flicking her hair drew Harm's attention to it. The blue looked beautiful, he couldn't believe it was her natural colour. Or that Trick had missed out on it. He glanced from Gia's roots over to his boyfriend, allowing them to sort out whatever colour playing pieces they wanted to give him while he tried to imagine Trick with blue hair. Would he be sexier or would it be over the top? When Trick glanced his way and Harm got a glimpse of his eyes, imagining him with blue hair as well sent a tingle through him that pooled in his lap. Blushing, he averted his gaze and did his best to think of something besides how hot Trick would look with blue hair (and whether it would be all over his delicious body).
"So, speaking of colours, how'd your shoot go last night?" Harm asked huskily, clearing his throat and trying to look innocently in Trick's general direction. He couldn't make eye contact with his boyfriend because he'd know he was thinking inappropriate thoughts. Trick could just do that (and it wasn't even because Harm's thoughts around him were inappropriate almost a hundred percent of the time, either). "I want to see what you took, later!" he insisted, looking at the Tetris-like coloured tiles he was given.