[And she did maybe a passable job. I mean, given how he talks to other men, at least. Nathan can't stop smiling as he follows her up the stairs. At the top, well, it's basically a small metal platform that a makeshift bed has been made out of using whatever soft things he could find.
[He knows she isn't. He knows it's nothing to look at, but what else is he supposed to do? If he doesn't try to face somehow, then he just has to be self-pitying, and what would that do for either of them? Nathan leans back against the railing.]
[He's tall, which is moderately annoying if only because she can't quite pull her little trick of cozying up all close and then whispering against his lips just to watch him squirm. Instead, she settles for letting him pull her into him, her body pressed against his.]
Well, aren't I special?
[Said with the tone of, yes, of course she is. Maybe it's true or maybe it isn't, but she wants to bask in the thought of being his favorite. He doesn't have to fuck her, after all. He's exempt from the rules—which means this might not even count toward said rules, she realizes, but that's not precisely why she's here, anyway. This is good, clean fun.
One hand reaches to tug at his collar, pulling him down into a kiss.]
[It's the first time that he's felt alive since he woke up on this boat. Sure, he's been an example of himself, menacing as many people as he could manage at a time, saying things he knows are gross or uncomfortable or unsettling to others. Generally refusing to follow the general rules of courtesy.
But there have been a lot of things on his mind, just like everyone else. The things that he's missing at home, what he may be coming back to...or lack thereof. Kelly...God, Kelly. It's easy to think about his friends, in this place--their place. Thinking about them is like tearing himself open.
But now, Katy has her lips on his and he holds her with steadfast hands, his mouth eager and greedy and passionate as he quickly encourages the heat that they're sharing. This is something, at least, that he knows how to do.
Nothing else matters right now.]
gotta get urself some artful no eyes crops like this terrible icon (i am not good at artful crops)
[Attaboy. She rolls her body against his, deciding whether she'd like to take this fast or slow... Mm, best to start slow, take their time, get to know each other. Even if the community center's a piece of shit and they're about to fuck in a hobo pile, it's nice to be somewhere other than the ship. This place is some kind of home to Nathan, and that's worth something. They ought to savor it.
She pulls her hands away just long enough to shrug off her jean jacket—just because she's content to take their time doesn't mean they need to beat around the bush. Then, she's back on him, fingers slipping up under the hem of his shirt.]
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[And she did maybe a passable job. I mean, given how he talks to other men, at least. Nathan can't stop smiling as he follows her up the stairs. At the top, well, it's basically a small metal platform that a makeshift bed has been made out of using whatever soft things he could find.
It's definitely the nest of a homeless person.]
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Do you live here?
[She's not judging, just sad for him.]
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[He knows she isn't. He knows it's nothing to look at, but what else is he supposed to do? If he doesn't try to face somehow, then he just has to be self-pitying, and what would that do for either of them? Nathan leans back against the railing.]
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You ought to see about magicking yourself up a real mattress, at least.
[She moves to stand in front of him, reaching forward to grab the railing on either side of him. Hey.]
Not that I've got qualms with fucking on the floor.
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I'll have to see what I can do for next time.
[This hasn't even happened yet and god he hopes there's a next time.]
Your comfort is my top priority.
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[He's tall, which is moderately annoying if only because she can't quite pull her little trick of cozying up all close and then whispering against his lips just to watch him squirm. Instead, she settles for letting him pull her into him, her body pressed against his.]
Well, aren't I special?
[Said with the tone of, yes, of course she is. Maybe it's true or maybe it isn't, but she wants to bask in the thought of being his favorite. He doesn't have to fuck her, after all. He's exempt from the rules—which means this might not even count toward said rules, she realizes, but that's not precisely why she's here, anyway. This is good, clean fun.
One hand reaches to tug at his collar, pulling him down into a kiss.]
time for the No Appropriate Icon game
But there have been a lot of things on his mind, just like everyone else. The things that he's missing at home, what he may be coming back to...or lack thereof. Kelly...God, Kelly. It's easy to think about his friends, in this place--their place. Thinking about them is like tearing himself open.
But now, Katy has her lips on his and he holds her with steadfast hands, his mouth eager and greedy and passionate as he quickly encourages the heat that they're sharing. This is something, at least, that he knows how to do.
Nothing else matters right now.]
gotta get urself some artful no eyes crops like this terrible icon (i am not good at artful crops)
She pulls her hands away just long enough to shrug off her jean jacket—just because she's content to take their time doesn't mean they need to beat around the bush. Then, she's back on him, fingers slipping up under the hem of his shirt.]