04-25-2017, 01:13 PM
Shirt in hand, he was running back to the stairs where he'd dumped the pile of his belongings. Specifically, he wanted his shoes. Like hell he was going outside in Moscow, even in fucking spring, without shoes on. He was about to throw the shirt over his head when he ran into Nox.
Next morning departures were typically awkward, delicate things. Course, that sort of goodbye with a woman was, at least. With a guy, well, for the most part things should be cool. But Nox had a look on his face that made Jay pause, and consider actually saying something. He liked Nox. He was batshit crazy and a psychopath, but it was all wrapped up in a badass attitude that was rather charming. He was easy to like.
"Yeah yeah,"
he replied to the repeated warning. "Got it. I'm not keen on dying right now."
His head was pounding, and he rubbed his eyes as he looked Nox over again. A smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth, he was still pretty shocked. Usually there were vibes that said when a guy was open to hooking up, but Nox had been a closed book all night.
"I should-"
he started, only to be interrupted by the sounds of footsteps.
He turned to see a young woman that appeared to have just woken standing before them. She had a pretty face, and big, wide eyes. Golden eyes. Her silky brown hair was a little disheveled, in that just having woken up kind of way. Her skin was smooth and soft, and Jay could make out curves underneath the shorts and tank top.
But any smile that began to bloom on his face was quickly stifled by the look she shot Nox. Horrified? But not quite the right word? Overwhelmed, maybe? No. She was looking dead at him. Jay frowned, glancing at his new friend, then back to her. Nox wasn't exactly looking pleased either.
Completely unaware of the danger she posed, he clapped Nox on the shoulder, giving the muscle a squeeze of encouragement. "Good luck with that,"
he shot the girl a smile over his shoulder, just in case it helped diffuse the situation. Probably didn't though. And left them alone.
Next morning departures were typically awkward, delicate things. Course, that sort of goodbye with a woman was, at least. With a guy, well, for the most part things should be cool. But Nox had a look on his face that made Jay pause, and consider actually saying something. He liked Nox. He was batshit crazy and a psychopath, but it was all wrapped up in a badass attitude that was rather charming. He was easy to like.
"Yeah yeah,"
he replied to the repeated warning. "Got it. I'm not keen on dying right now."
His head was pounding, and he rubbed his eyes as he looked Nox over again. A smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth, he was still pretty shocked. Usually there were vibes that said when a guy was open to hooking up, but Nox had been a closed book all night.
"I should-"
he started, only to be interrupted by the sounds of footsteps.
He turned to see a young woman that appeared to have just woken standing before them. She had a pretty face, and big, wide eyes. Golden eyes. Her silky brown hair was a little disheveled, in that just having woken up kind of way. Her skin was smooth and soft, and Jay could make out curves underneath the shorts and tank top.
But any smile that began to bloom on his face was quickly stifled by the look she shot Nox. Horrified? But not quite the right word? Overwhelmed, maybe? No. She was looking dead at him. Jay frowned, glancing at his new friend, then back to her. Nox wasn't exactly looking pleased either.
Completely unaware of the danger she posed, he clapped Nox on the shoulder, giving the muscle a squeeze of encouragement. "Good luck with that,"
he shot the girl a smile over his shoulder, just in case it helped diffuse the situation. Probably didn't though. And left them alone.
Only darkness shows you the light.