[ If he has any allergies, he should be allowed to just die from them.
At the next text, however, a distant figure can be seen looking down at his datapad, swaying ever-so-slightly, and then peering into the distance for far longer than should be necessary... before his arm lifts in a wave, revealing a generous strip of skin when his shirt rides up that would be a lot more interesting up close.
It appears too that he's found new clothes, currently dressed in dark wash denim, an expensive-looking white shirt, and a black ballcap out of which hair desperately tries to fan.
To add insult to injury he is also absolutely holding a bottle and clearly not in need of any drinks. ]
I see you! ( he calls out with a taller, more exaggerated wave, pocketing his phone with a smile. And both of them are too stupid to realize Jonas already previously established he can, in fact, see the friend he starts to jog to.
It's prudent to hurry, since Noctis seems like he's in a rush for his companyβsomething Jonas is entirely too aware ofβso he makes record time for the thirty feet he has to cross. Closing the distance between them, fully eyeballing the exposed swath of stomach with only a meagre attempt at hiding it, Jonas whistles. )
Wow, new clothes? You lookβThey're cool. ( Ahem.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he tries again: ) Hi-iii.
[ The bottle is lowered with a slosh of the amber liquid inside, upset again when Jonas reaches his side and he's pressing it to his chest without any warning or further hello. Once he's positive the alcohol is in competent, more deserving hands, Noctis is turning to gesture broadly at the campfire behind him. ]
Hah? Theseβ [ His hand then presses to his own chest, comedically over-emphasized. ]
Old, but new here, I guess. I got a couple things back a few days ago. I told you, right? [ no ]
Here, come on... I used the blanket to claim this spot for you. Prime, closest to the fire but out of the wind. [ He reaches out, fingers briefly catching on Jonas's sleeve before he allows pinched fabric to slip free, turning to lead him to that promised seat. It's an overturned segment of bone, too curved to find purpose as a table but perfect for keeping eager caravaners off the ground. ]
( The bottle is taken mindlessly into his hands, along with a lame bag of dried fruit and nuts, which he quickly tucks away. Whatever liquor Noctis has been drinking smells like a dish of his mother's potpurri, so better than Cain's taste in whiskey and vodka.
He takes a sip immediately until his sleeve is tugged, actually humming at the pleasantβdangerousβflavour. Explains why Noctis is feeling himself right now, smiling at him easily. God, he's sweet... maybe he ought to drink a little faster to catch up.
The bone is shockingly comfortable; he sat on another one like this the other night, but this one is scooped a little to cradle them together before the fire. )
Wow, that is great... I, uh... It's "our" spot, right? Like, you want some of the blanket, too? ( Phrases it with an "obviously" tone to inspire Noctis to sit beside him when he sinks down and flaps the blanket open. ) "Fire, man's great equalizer."
You know, I never really did this much as a kid. The whole... sitting by a campfire thing. Or camping in general.
Guess that makes this the powderkeg. [ He sits bonelessly, feeling that good, comfortable feeling of a weighted body and a weightless head, and the warmth of the fire lapping at his calves makes it even better. He never stood a chance against the blanket that waves in his peripheral, dragging his half immediately over his lap. ]
Why not? It seems like a perfect fit for you. No thinking... being lazy... snacks... [ Each word drones out of him as he casts a sly eye over at Jonas, amusement twinkling in blue eyes. ]
But his best friend is gay, so it's okay. Acceptable, even. Welcomeβespecially when he refers to themβthis moment, this relaxing sceneβas a powderkeg. It's not really helping the stiff situation he's been trying to will away, though.
And he smiles at him, handsomely conspiratorial. Noctis, with an orange glow to his skin, eyes blue but deeper in colour now, almost navy in low light. Noctis, with a shoulder and thigh against his, beneath the blanket beside him.
Jonas takes another heavy drink from the bottle, gazing at the fire. Why is he so nervous? )
Oh, okay, hypocrite... but, uh, look, I... just brought the fruit and nuts, okay? So, like, if you're fishing for snacks, that's all I had. Honest. Nary a chip in my tent.
It's nice, though. Kinda... getting up late. Enjoying this while, like, everyone else is asleep.
[ Noctis, momentarily unburdened by at least half of his usual self-doubt and social anxiety, simply nods in response to what he takes as praise. Yes, he did get the reference right, and it's a reference to a song and person Jonas likes. It feels good to share in his world and interests. ]
Hm. [ A soft hum as he leans back on a gloved palm, trying to be subtle when he looks his friend over but a drunken gaze is a well-telegraphed one. He doesn't want to listen to the next songs alone. He wants to see Jonas sway to them, or point out his favorite parts before they come, or hum along. ]
Everyone wasn't asleep before you came over, I dunno where they went. I guess you scared 'em off. [ He lifts a hand between them, palm up, waiting expectantly. ]
If it's fruit and nuts, I guess I'll have to eat it. Next time I'll stock chips too so this doesn't happen again. Give.
( The look isn't subtle at all. At the hum, Jonas glances at Noctis, which automatically connects them by sight. This is held for a moment too long, making sun-kissed cheeks become ruddy with the pleasant kind of embarrassment. )
Um, ( he adds quickly to the conversation to cover poorly for their joint flub, ) I-I guess so. They probably got sick of Total Eclipse of the Heart. Like, how, I don't know, but, uh... Who cares about them?
( Fruits and nuts in a plastic bag are dropped into Noctis' waiting hand. Then Jonas remembers that he's trying to flirt, and the drop turns into a hasty grab, pushing them back downβand more heavily this time, so that their fingers "accidentally" brush. )
There... Enjoy. ( While he mentally berates himself for not chugging the whole bottle of spiced liquor the moment he sat down.
His heart is pounding. )
Hey, uh... You'reβIt's been cool of you, listening to the playlist I made you, andβLook, it's a big deal, sometimes, wanting people to, um... to like what you like. So, thanks. I'm glad you're enjoying a lot of it. It's whatever, but that's important to me.
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Wow I want chips
[ If he has any allergies, he should be allowed to just die from them.
At the next text, however, a distant figure can be seen looking down at his datapad, swaying ever-so-slightly, and then peering into the distance for far longer than should be necessary... before his arm lifts in a wave, revealing a generous strip of skin when his shirt rides up that would be a lot more interesting up close.
It appears too that he's found new clothes, currently dressed in dark wash denim, an expensive-looking white shirt, and a black ballcap out of which hair desperately tries to fan.
To add insult to injury he is also absolutely holding a bottle and clearly not in need of any drinks. ]
Hey! Lol
Cool I see you too, you see me?
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It's prudent to hurry, since Noctis seems like he's in a rush for his companyβsomething Jonas is entirely too aware ofβso he makes record time for the thirty feet he has to cross. Closing the distance between them, fully eyeballing the exposed swath of stomach with only a meagre attempt at hiding it, Jonas whistles. )
Wow, new clothes? You lookβThey're cool. ( Ahem.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he tries again: ) Hi-iii.
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Hah? Theseβ [ His hand then presses to his own chest, comedically over-emphasized. ]
Old, but new here, I guess. I got a couple things back a few days ago. I told you, right? [ no ]
Here, come on... I used the blanket to claim this spot for you. Prime, closest to the fire but out of the wind. [ He reaches out, fingers briefly catching on Jonas's sleeve before he allows pinched fabric to slip free, turning to lead him to that promised seat. It's an overturned segment of bone, too curved to find purpose as a table but perfect for keeping eager caravaners off the ground. ]
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He takes a sip immediately until his sleeve is tugged, actually humming at the pleasantβdangerousβflavour. Explains why Noctis is feeling himself right now, smiling at him easily. God, he's sweet... maybe he ought to drink a little faster to catch up.
The bone is shockingly comfortable; he sat on another one like this the other night, but this one is scooped a little to cradle them together before the fire. )
Wow, that is great... I, uh... It's "our" spot, right? Like, you want some of the blanket, too? ( Phrases it with an "obviously" tone to inspire Noctis to sit beside him when he sinks down and flaps the blanket open. ) "Fire, man's great equalizer."
You know, I never really did this much as a kid. The whole... sitting by a campfire thing. Or camping in general.
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Guess that makes this the powderkeg. [ He sits bonelessly, feeling that good, comfortable feeling of a weighted body and a weightless head, and the warmth of the fire lapping at his calves makes it even better. He never stood a chance against the blanket that waves in his peripheral, dragging his half immediately over his lap. ]
Why not? It seems like a perfect fit for you. No thinking... being lazy... snacks... [ Each word drones out of him as he casts a sly eye over at Jonas, amusement twinkling in blue eyes. ]
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( They're... They're gay references.
But his best friend is gay, so it's okay. Acceptable, even. Welcomeβespecially when he refers to themβthis moment, this relaxing sceneβas a powderkeg. It's not really helping the stiff situation he's been trying to will away, though.
And he smiles at him, handsomely conspiratorial. Noctis, with an orange glow to his skin, eyes blue but deeper in colour now, almost navy in low light. Noctis, with a shoulder and thigh against his, beneath the blanket beside him.
Jonas takes another heavy drink from the bottle, gazing at the fire. Why is he so nervous? )
Oh, okay, hypocrite... but, uh, look, I... just brought the fruit and nuts, okay? So, like, if you're fishing for snacks, that's all I had. Honest. Nary a chip in my tent.
It's nice, though. Kinda... getting up late. Enjoying this while, like, everyone else is asleep.
down bad
Hm. [ A soft hum as he leans back on a gloved palm, trying to be subtle when he looks his friend over but a drunken gaze is a well-telegraphed one. He doesn't want to listen to the next songs alone. He wants to see Jonas sway to them, or point out his favorite parts before they come, or hum along. ]
Everyone wasn't asleep before you came over, I dunno where they went. I guess you scared 'em off. [ He lifts a hand between them, palm up, waiting expectantly. ]
If it's fruit and nuts, I guess I'll have to eat it. Next time I'll stock chips too so this doesn't happen again. Give.
simp...
Um, ( he adds quickly to the conversation to cover poorly for their joint flub, ) I-I guess so. They probably got sick of Total Eclipse of the Heart. Like, how, I don't know, but, uh... Who cares about them?
( Fruits and nuts in a plastic bag are dropped into Noctis' waiting hand. Then Jonas remembers that he's trying to flirt, and the drop turns into a hasty grab, pushing them back downβand more heavily this time, so that their fingers "accidentally" brush. )
There... Enjoy. ( While he mentally berates himself for not chugging the whole bottle of spiced liquor the moment he sat down.
His heart is pounding. )
Hey, uh... You'reβIt's been cool of you, listening to the playlist I made you, andβLook, it's a big deal, sometimes, wanting people to, um... to like what you like. So, thanks. I'm glad you're enjoying a lot of it. It's whatever, but that's important to me.