NATE
”That sounds stuffy as fuck.” A far cry from what he considered dances; the crowded clubs and bars he’d frequented back home. Leaning into the kiss on his cheek, Nate lifts a brow distractedly, his gaze growing distant for a moment. ”You look real good in them though.” An almost dreamy tone drips from his voice, before his focus is reigned back in by the focus needed for the Korofi.
It hadn’t come out for any particular reason, but the feeling that surges through the bond brightens Nate’s features even more than they already were. He doesn’t know the specific thoughts, the specific feelings that the other man has; as far as he’s concerned, this is the least he can, the easiest way to show his love. Instead of commenting on it, Nate let’s himself get lost in steel eyes and sighs his words out. ”My dad listened to shit like that. All.. hoorah bullshit.” Even if he doesn’t look away, the feeling of the eye roll is impossible to misinterpret. ”My grandparents liked blues though. And opera, and swing.”
His question is turned back on him though, Nate leading them towards a counter now, leaning against it before they part. ”Everything. Whatever you could imagine, someone made.” Or would make at some point, he was sure. A few notes drift up from the recesses of him memory, floating through the bond towards Sunjata. ”I liked anything fast, and loud.”
It hadn’t come out for any particular reason, but the feeling that surges through the bond brightens Nate’s features even more than they already were. He doesn’t know the specific thoughts, the specific feelings that the other man has; as far as he’s concerned, this is the least he can, the easiest way to show his love. Instead of commenting on it, Nate let’s himself get lost in steel eyes and sighs his words out. ”My dad listened to shit like that. All.. hoorah bullshit.” Even if he doesn’t look away, the feeling of the eye roll is impossible to misinterpret. ”My grandparents liked blues though. And opera, and swing.”
His question is turned back on him though, Nate leading them towards a counter now, leaning against it before they part. ”Everything. Whatever you could imagine, someone made.” Or would make at some point, he was sure. A few notes drift up from the recesses of him memory, floating through the bond towards Sunjata. ”I liked anything fast, and loud.”
say hello to the good times
and say hello to the sun
and say hello to the sun
