[ That he’s already been in contact with his boyfriend before meeting him pulls a small frown from his lips, but he takes the offered hand in a firm grip. ] When did you meet Nik? [ Really, he wants to know if he’d met Nik while he was sober or not, but that seems a touch disrespectful toward his own relationship, so he smooths his mouth into an easy smile, just a little sore from the earlier blow. ] I’m Casimir. It seems like it will be a pleasure.
What brings you here? Work? [ He stretches his arms above his head, rolling out his shoulders as he turns, wandering several steps, the grass soft beneath the soles of his feet. This is a nice neighborhood, a little gem for those who can afford it -- there’s no shortage of bored housewives, eager poolboys, or expensive cocaine habits around here. Casimir likes the luxury that it offers and that the residents are all of a certain caliber. Larus might look normal, but he knows there has to be something about him, something that sets him apart enough that he would look at a place like this and decide that he’d fit in.
But then, Larus doesn’t look normal. He has dreamy eyes and a cascade of thick hair that he wants to touch to see if it’s as soft as it looks. The house seems too dark and empty for there to be a secret lover inside, and Casimir hadn’t seen anyone else when he’d first noticed Larus several days ago, watching from his bedroom window as he’d started to move in. He turns, his soul having wilted enough from standing in this sad excuse of a backyard -- although he sees the bags of soil and the beginnings of a promising flower bed -- and saunters past Larus while grazing his fingers down his arm. ]
Come on. I want you to see our backyard. [ And then he’s hoisting himself onto the fence again, balancing briefly on the wood before springing into an aerial flip, giving Larus a bow when he lands. His yard is very plainly the most overachieving one on the street, exotic flowers and small trees lining a cobbled path, the gentle babbling of the stone pegasus fountain filling the night. Lights twinkle above them as they emerge to what he calls his outdoor bedroom, fresh flowers scenting the air and complete with a large cocoon bed filled with pillows and fur blankets. Part of the immense yard is geometrically sectioned off with small bushes, a large gymnastics mat, bars, and a beam laid out in the grass.
He smiles, beaming at Larus. ] Am I impressing you?
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What brings you here? Work? [ He stretches his arms above his head, rolling out his shoulders as he turns, wandering several steps, the grass soft beneath the soles of his feet. This is a nice neighborhood, a little gem for those who can afford it -- there’s no shortage of bored housewives, eager poolboys, or expensive cocaine habits around here. Casimir likes the luxury that it offers and that the residents are all of a certain caliber. Larus might look normal, but he knows there has to be something about him, something that sets him apart enough that he would look at a place like this and decide that he’d fit in.
But then, Larus doesn’t look normal. He has dreamy eyes and a cascade of thick hair that he wants to touch to see if it’s as soft as it looks. The house seems too dark and empty for there to be a secret lover inside, and Casimir hadn’t seen anyone else when he’d first noticed Larus several days ago, watching from his bedroom window as he’d started to move in. He turns, his soul having wilted enough from standing in this sad excuse of a backyard -- although he sees the bags of soil and the beginnings of a promising flower bed -- and saunters past Larus while grazing his fingers down his arm. ]
Come on. I want you to see our backyard. [ And then he’s hoisting himself onto the fence again, balancing briefly on the wood before springing into an aerial flip, giving Larus a bow when he lands. His yard is very plainly the most overachieving one on the street, exotic flowers and small trees lining a cobbled path, the gentle babbling of the stone pegasus fountain filling the night. Lights twinkle above them as they emerge to what he calls his outdoor bedroom, fresh flowers scenting the air and complete with a large cocoon bed filled with pillows and fur blankets. Part of the immense yard is geometrically sectioned off with small bushes, a large gymnastics mat, bars, and a beam laid out in the grass.
He smiles, beaming at Larus. ] Am I impressing you?