I didn't know you were into poetry. You'll have to tell me more, sometime.
[ Tech Boy taps K's hand on his thigh with the vape. Not as an offer, more of an impatient gesture like tapping his finger. He has no reason to mistrust K's answer, but something in that look make him think it's a bigger deal than he's letting on. Later, if K's not ready for it now. Even if he's wrong and it's just poetry, there's reluctance, and the god's not pushing.
Not that the topic shift makes Tech Boy any more comfortable. Smoking mellows him out, and K assured him he can be vulnerable, but this is icky not-dreamworld stuff. Tech Boy supposes if he didn't hold such long grudges, he may have even been over it by now. ] No, you're fine at-- [ vague hand wave to indicate the missing word. ] You don't need to apologize. I have no complaints.
[ but he huffs a little, exhaling a remnant of vapor from his lungs. Well. K wanted honesty. Fine. ] That particular phrase, the way you said it. "Show me." I got burned by people I thought I could fucking trust. No... I fucking knew I couldn't trust them. [ He can feel himself getting angry again, and this is why he smokes. This time, the draw is faster and more deliberate, and he blows the smoke away from K instead. ] "Show me." Prove yourself. Fuck him. [ He tosses the vape away to the far side of the sofa with a violent flick. ]
[ Placing his hands on K's, he leans forward and slowly slides them up K's bare arms. He meets K's eyes, dilated and slightly intense with that antique monitor glow in his eyes. ] If I perform for you, it's because I want to. I want you to know how lucky you've gotten. [ Oh, so humble. --and how lucky I've gotten. ]
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[ Tech Boy taps K's hand on his thigh with the vape. Not as an offer, more of an impatient gesture like tapping his finger. He has no reason to mistrust K's answer, but something in that look make him think it's a bigger deal than he's letting on. Later, if K's not ready for it now. Even if he's wrong and it's just poetry, there's reluctance, and the god's not pushing.
Not that the topic shift makes Tech Boy any more comfortable. Smoking mellows him out, and K assured him he can be vulnerable, but this is icky not-dreamworld stuff. Tech Boy supposes if he didn't hold such long grudges, he may have even been over it by now. ] No, you're fine at-- [ vague hand wave to indicate the missing word. ] You don't need to apologize. I have no complaints.
[ but he huffs a little, exhaling a remnant of vapor from his lungs. Well. K wanted honesty. Fine. ] That particular phrase, the way you said it. "Show me." I got burned by people I thought I could fucking trust. No... I fucking knew I couldn't trust them. [ He can feel himself getting angry again, and this is why he smokes. This time, the draw is faster and more deliberate, and he blows the smoke away from K instead. ] "Show me." Prove yourself. Fuck him. [ He tosses the vape away to the far side of the sofa with a violent flick. ]
[ Placing his hands on K's, he leans forward and slowly slides them up K's bare arms. He meets K's eyes, dilated and slightly intense with that antique monitor glow in his eyes. ] If I perform for you, it's because I want to. I want you to know how lucky you've gotten. [ Oh, so humble. --and how lucky I've gotten. ]