Post by ElliBleu on Feb 11, 2014 18:32:17 GMT -6
With an indignant squawk, Addie took a blind swipe for his companion who so rudely decided sight was currently optional. Frowing (pouting) the drummer shoved the hood off his head entirely, leaving his hair in an almost artful state of disarray as he scowled less-than-threateningly after Phe. "Oh, real mature!" he called after his friend, who seemed to be making a calculated retreat. "And for your information I don't have racoon eyes!" he grumbled, trotting a bit to catch up though whatever revenge he'd about to improvise was forestalled by the mute offer of a cigarette.
Narrowing his blue eyes, Addie regarded both Phe and the offering with over-emphasized wariness. He tended towards wary even on the best of days, and so felt the need to push the expression nearly into melodramatic when sarcastic portrayal was the goal. "It's called a smoky eye." Addie concluded with a firm nod, plucking the cigarette from between Phe's fingers and gripped it lightly between his teeth.
The silence that accompanied their next few steps was companionable, comfortable, born of years of sharing cigs and stories until there wasn't a need to say much anymore. After an exhale, watching the smoke whirl up and dissipate in the dark, Addie turned to Phe, walking a bit sideways to make it clear he wanted his full attention. Balancing the shorter cigarette between his fingers Adrael flipped it around to face the filtered end towards Phe and moved it nearly level with his own. Miming Phe's previous motion of bringing a lighter to the two before popping the cig back into his own mouth, Addie adopted a serious expression and shook his head. "Never," he said, emphasizing the word with a pause. "Never do that in front of Niku. Or we'll never hear the end of his indirect kiss shit again."
Taking his own turn to jog ahead, Addie moved across the street and into the diner's parking lot. He paused on the grass of the boulevard and, though it scarcely helped, stood on his tiptoes to peer inside as he tried to determine if any of the few patrons inside threatened interaction. A middle-aged couple occupied a booth near the center of the window, the only other seated on a stool at the counter, hunched over a meal or coffee and effectively hiding an accurate demographic placement. Confident enough in his impromptu scouting, Addie turned around to wave Phe over, moving to pull the door open with a grin as he waited for his friend.
"If we get sick maybe we won't have to do interview's or spots for awhile," he said cheerfully, for once showing his teeth in a wide smile. "Maybe I should lick the door handle, just to be safe."
Narrowing his blue eyes, Addie regarded both Phe and the offering with over-emphasized wariness. He tended towards wary even on the best of days, and so felt the need to push the expression nearly into melodramatic when sarcastic portrayal was the goal. "It's called a smoky eye." Addie concluded with a firm nod, plucking the cigarette from between Phe's fingers and gripped it lightly between his teeth.
The silence that accompanied their next few steps was companionable, comfortable, born of years of sharing cigs and stories until there wasn't a need to say much anymore. After an exhale, watching the smoke whirl up and dissipate in the dark, Addie turned to Phe, walking a bit sideways to make it clear he wanted his full attention. Balancing the shorter cigarette between his fingers Adrael flipped it around to face the filtered end towards Phe and moved it nearly level with his own. Miming Phe's previous motion of bringing a lighter to the two before popping the cig back into his own mouth, Addie adopted a serious expression and shook his head. "Never," he said, emphasizing the word with a pause. "Never do that in front of Niku. Or we'll never hear the end of his indirect kiss shit again."
Taking his own turn to jog ahead, Addie moved across the street and into the diner's parking lot. He paused on the grass of the boulevard and, though it scarcely helped, stood on his tiptoes to peer inside as he tried to determine if any of the few patrons inside threatened interaction. A middle-aged couple occupied a booth near the center of the window, the only other seated on a stool at the counter, hunched over a meal or coffee and effectively hiding an accurate demographic placement. Confident enough in his impromptu scouting, Addie turned around to wave Phe over, moving to pull the door open with a grin as he waited for his friend.
"If we get sick maybe we won't have to do interview's or spots for awhile," he said cheerfully, for once showing his teeth in a wide smile. "Maybe I should lick the door handle, just to be safe."