[ chalk it up to how he'd been hornballed out of his mind not more than a few hours ago, but fuck if those hands don't feel nice. touch isn't a problem for him any more than flashing his ass was, and if nothing else, he leans right back into Roche's attention like it's something he's had before. like he expects it. demands it, even. and all the while, he keeps his wily-eyed gaze on the audience, offering a grin here and a wink there, until Roche leans closer with his stage aside. ]
Oh, I love showing off. Gotta give folks somethin' to aspire to.
[ whatever "it" is, he's in, no hesitation, no equivocations. he's here for a good time, baybee, not a long time. (although how long he's here-here, locked up in a sex casino when he should be very busy doing Very Important Things somewhere else—that remains to be seen). it just comes natural to him, going along with whatever ridiculous and probably very trashy, slutty thing there is for him to do, just because it's fun. because he can. because he hasn't seen any of his bosses or coworkers, Shinra's pretty much donezo and his public image means fuck-all here. kinda liberating, when you think about it. back home, those little bitches wouldn't even let him have an insta.
playing flirtatious with Roche comes easy to him, too, but that's mostly because he doesn't need to pretend. maybe a little extra sass, y'know, for the audience, but the rest is all legit. his voice lowers, too, but he's not so good at the stage whispers. it's still pretty audible. ]
I know you won't.
[ 'Cause you're a SOLDIER. gotta be, right? he'd bet whatever chips he's got left on it. to everyone else who can hear the lowered-voice exchange, it sounds like he's just being cutesy, that little note of knowing, familiarity. it's that, but it's also an I see you. a warning shot before he leans in and drapes his arms around Roche's shoulders. ]
And even if you do, I'm kinda into that, too. It ain't a good night if I don't come out of it with a new bruise or two or twelve to show off later.
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Oh, I love showing off. Gotta give folks somethin' to aspire to.
[ whatever "it" is, he's in, no hesitation, no equivocations. he's here for a good time, baybee, not a long time. (although how long he's here-here, locked up in a sex casino when he should be very busy doing Very Important Things somewhere else—that remains to be seen). it just comes natural to him, going along with whatever ridiculous and probably very trashy, slutty thing there is for him to do, just because it's fun. because he can. because he hasn't seen any of his bosses or coworkers, Shinra's pretty much donezo and his public image means fuck-all here. kinda liberating, when you think about it. back home, those little bitches wouldn't even let him have an insta.
playing flirtatious with Roche comes easy to him, too, but that's mostly because he doesn't need to pretend. maybe a little extra sass, y'know, for the audience, but the rest is all legit. his voice lowers, too, but he's not so good at the stage whispers. it's still pretty audible. ]
I know you won't.
[ 'Cause you're a SOLDIER. gotta be, right? he'd bet whatever chips he's got left on it. to everyone else who can hear the lowered-voice exchange, it sounds like he's just being cutesy, that little note of knowing, familiarity. it's that, but it's also an I see you. a warning shot before he leans in and drapes his arms around Roche's shoulders. ]
And even if you do, I'm kinda into that, too. It ain't a good night if I don't come out of it with a new bruise or two or twelve to show off later.