brows furrow, figure leaned forward to accept the light. doesn't take long before the cherry glows, cigarette lit with success.
"trust me, this is far from an attitude - genuine curiosity here." ashtray's grabbed from its resting place near the napkin holder,
dusk—doused hues watch closely as embers kindle and ignite flame to cancer stick. inhale of plumes drawn. dexterous digits retrieving it with exhale to one side. “watch your mouth. it's not smart to catch an attitude with me.” clasping +
he's half teasing. they're lucky no other old ass men have joined them - though that may in part be due to laz's appearance and yejun's rambunctious nature (someone's excited despite the relaxed environment . . . maybe because its free for him).
a look of disbelief thrown the other's way, though if he actually caught it is a mystery. "all the time is a bit excessive. try a cold shower every now and then." works wonders.
an amused snort leaves his mouth. so dramatic.
"what do you need healing from? your bender?"
he remains crouched in the corner, continuing to play within the bucket full of water as he shrugs, standing to readjust the towel around his waist.
' this is nothing. i take showers like this all the time. '
as the tape pulls at his skin. did she really have to do that?
mouth freed, first thing that leaves it is a glob of built up spit aimed towards the other, wrists still twisting behind back in their confines. "why the fuck am i here exactly?"
her unnie could choose more comfortable seats. shit's hard as a rock against his sore body . . . why the hell does he ache so much? not an unfamiliar feeling, but jesus, it's like he fell down a flight of stairs (...) .
can do nothing but stare at the girl as she speaks.
𝒉𝒆𝒚 、 unnie chose that chair ! … was it mentioned that this is her sister's basement ? not knowledge that he needs in such state 、 anyway——except for the fact that if she uncovers the scene 、 they're 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 earning a ﹠
unfortunate. why does she look so familiar, where's he seen her before? memory still foggy, mind groggy despite the overall alertness now that he's come to.
brows crinkle as the tape is removed - he keeps himself clean shaven but fuck he's really noticing those missed hairs -
out of his way (lightly tugged) as lips collide.
tastes sweet . . . lip gloss? doesn't know, doesn't care. the glass that she was so fascinated by becomes an excellent resting place, kiss returned with just as much fervor.
she can always start a tab with him if she wants (though she's hot enough for the stash to be shared with).
inspection went both ways - pupils blown yet somehow accentuating her features more. hmm.
no time to dwell. hand slithers up towards the nape of her neck, hair pushed -
that makes the pair of them. though 、 kinda regret dusting off before she headed out. last of her fix for a bit before cash comes in.
candy taken … packet fiddled with. just the sound of distant bar chatters n’ added rustling.
proximity granted close enough to *
his own slow drag was taken, fag held right back out. the opportunity was there should he wish to try again. even if he were to decide against it in the moment, he could always ask at any point and laz would share without hesitancy.
thumb swipes away glistening spit, smearing it against the boy's cheek.
he was beyond right.
engel with a cigarette was absolutely blasphemous. the act looking almost saintlike from someone so pure and overall good. pierced tongue prods against the inside of cheek -
drool begins to pool into corners of brims 、 warmth spreading across insides in dizzying sensation——then 、 lids fall as he indulges puff of smoke that makes for the finishing blow . never has he let mind linger so far into desire 、 ﹠
a grin pulling at his lips as the younger (expectedly) chokes. his disappointment endearing.
"you can try again if you want, takes getting used to." even laz himself choked the first time he tried a cigarette - the body attempting to protect itself from foreign invasion.
arm casually slung over the smaller's shoulders, tugging him closer.
"don't lie to me either." for laz is more than willing to make any kind of pitstop desired, regardless of how silly or bizarre or utterly mundane.
it was fun to see the other like this - the sight foreign (for laz anyway). he seemed to be having a good time despite the shyness that ran deep in his veins.
caught a few different people staring or throwing curious glances his way, but eh whatever. he's never one to mind.
splotched irises focus on palm that comes apart without restraint 、 getting a feel of metallic ring that rests within ・ suddenly 、 discussions and equipment blur into the distance 、 gesture carrying much more meaning than perhaps ﹠
plus his attention was far more focused on engel, especially as the younger bounds towards him.
"welcome back, sweet boy ~ i'm gonna need you to send me those pictures when they get uploaded." at least some of them, small ask!!
"you hungry or anything?"