I feel much better, I promise. [ One could almost believe it, if he weren't squinting his eyes every time the light from the living room glass weren't catching his face. That dark look he gets the moment he moves to stand with his own plate leaves him lowering back to his chair, looking a little petulant. ] It'd be polite to argue, you know. And more polite to allow me to argue.
[ But the sound of running water is relaxing; and this? He misses this. Being around someone else, even just doing dumb little domestic things. It's been a while. If Heine turns around when he speaks, Coco will have his eyes closed with a small smile playing on his lips before his lashes flutter and he looks up again, seeming to consider that. A bookstore. It sounds nice, honestly. ]
I'll have to look into that, thank you. It sounds promising. Well, since you've taken the last thing I had in mind to do, I should probably get going. Thank you again, Heine, for all you've done for me. It was incredibly kind of you to take me in and keep an eye on me, and I can't even begin to repay that kindness. Oh— here's my number; I hope we'll be able to keep in touch!
[ And he'll find something to write on and something else to write with, jotting down his cell number with his name and handing it to him with a heartfelt smile, bracing Heine's hand when he takes the slip of paper.
Heine will have his flat to himself after that, with nothing but the pasta in his fridge and a fresh-baked loaf of bread on his table to even hint that Coco had been there. The bed is made back up, the sweats disappearing with him to launder before returning, and he'd otherwise cleaned up the rest of his mess from breakfast.
It's nearly a week later when Coco finds the right bar, having asked around a couple other tries and being directed here. When he'd mentioned a security guard or bouncer, though, people had looked at him funny. "Well, there's a guy that looks like that, but I don't think he's the bouncer..." That was ominous enough.
When he takes a seat at the bar and tries to hide his embarrassment from being in a strip club, it fails miserably as soon as Heine walks onto the stage and one dusted hand takes hold of the pole down the short walkway. There's no mistaking that white hair and dour expression, even as he seems to lose himself in dancing. Throwing his slight weight around, twirling and stretching and grinding.
To say that Coco's captivated would be an understatement. It takes him a while to work up the courage to approach the stage, finding one of the empty tables around his stage to seat himself at, a blazer thrown over his usual attire and lacking the suppressive green wraps but for the ones around his waist. Amber eyes follow him closely, evaluating the stiffness in his movements that appears whenever he becomes aware of his surroundings, slowly melting away as he seems to focus on himself rather than those watching him.
There were rough points, but... He's good. The club seemed to have a mix of dancers, more men than women, but he had specifically come to see Heine. ]
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[ But the sound of running water is relaxing; and this? He misses this. Being around someone else, even just doing dumb little domestic things. It's been a while. If Heine turns around when he speaks, Coco will have his eyes closed with a small smile playing on his lips before his lashes flutter and he looks up again, seeming to consider that. A bookstore. It sounds nice, honestly. ]
I'll have to look into that, thank you. It sounds promising. Well, since you've taken the last thing I had in mind to do, I should probably get going. Thank you again, Heine, for all you've done for me. It was incredibly kind of you to take me in and keep an eye on me, and I can't even begin to repay that kindness. Oh— here's my number; I hope we'll be able to keep in touch!
[ And he'll find something to write on and something else to write with, jotting down his cell number with his name and handing it to him with a heartfelt smile, bracing Heine's hand when he takes the slip of paper.
Heine will have his flat to himself after that, with nothing but the pasta in his fridge and a fresh-baked loaf of bread on his table to even hint that Coco had been there. The bed is made back up, the sweats disappearing with him to launder before returning, and he'd otherwise cleaned up the rest of his mess from breakfast.
It's nearly a week later when Coco finds the right bar, having asked around a couple other tries and being directed here. When he'd mentioned a security guard or bouncer, though, people had looked at him funny. "Well, there's a guy that looks like that, but I don't think he's the bouncer..." That was ominous enough.
When he takes a seat at the bar and tries to hide his embarrassment from being in a strip club, it fails miserably as soon as Heine walks onto the stage and one dusted hand takes hold of the pole down the short walkway. There's no mistaking that white hair and dour expression, even as he seems to lose himself in dancing. Throwing his slight weight around, twirling and stretching and grinding.
To say that Coco's captivated would be an understatement. It takes him a while to work up the courage to approach the stage, finding one of the empty tables around his stage to seat himself at, a blazer thrown over his usual attire and lacking the suppressive green wraps but for the ones around his waist. Amber eyes follow him closely, evaluating the stiffness in his movements that appears whenever he becomes aware of his surroundings, slowly melting away as he seems to focus on himself rather than those watching him.
There were rough points, but... He's good. The club seemed to have a mix of dancers, more men than women, but he had specifically come to see Heine. ]