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Post by Rory Kain on Jul 14, 2021 3:48:41 GMT
Rory looked on with a curious expression, momentarily stopping his gluttonous eating to take a moment's breath to pay attention to his surroundings. Had he only looked up moments before and not been preoccupied with stuffing his face, he would've seen an adorable shy smile on the other man's face. Raphael wore a look of sheer confusion in response to Rory's question and he watched as the man seated on the couch hesitantly eyeballed his own couch, as if seeing it for the first time in all of its expensive soft godliness. Well, Rory assumed it was soft and comfortable. He was fighting off a cramp in his right leg due to barely hanging onto the couch out of respect. Honestly, he was more so hovering over it more than anything. He knew his ramen eating had quite the splash zone and he figured Raphael wouldn't take well to his couch getting stained by a college kid devouring ramen that he didn't even know. The more Rory thought about their situation, the more he found himself wondering, What the fuck am I doing? But nevertheless, he was in no rush to leave. He couldn't quite explain why. This wasn't exactly fun. He could be partying right now. Scouring the internet for Icarus updates, which, speaking of, he was admittedly feeling a sense of guilt bloom in his stomach for having forgotten about his beloved hero for as long as he had. Yet, Raphael had something about him that Rory felt instantly at peace and he already trusted the guy perhaps far more than he should. It was also in his presence that he found himself comforted, and not fretting over Icarus nearly as much.
Rory couldn't always read people the best. He had dubbed himself the king of obliviousness in that regard, but taking one sweeping glance at Raphael as he spoke about having maybe bought it on sale and then moving on to fiddling with the arm of the couch was more than enough social cues even for Rory. He wasn't sure where it came from, but he felt a surge of affection, and almost a sense of protection and in that moment, he decided to try just a little bit harder. He chewed on his tongue, willing himself to be more like the Rory most others encountered.
"No, I don't believe you, you're not a good liar 'sfar as I can tell," he stated bluntly attempting to make eye contact with the other man, despite knowing it would fail as Raphael stared at the ground. He made sure to make his tone light as for it not to come across abrasive and potentially push Raphael further into his awkward shell. "We should work on that," he added as he allowed himself to stand, stretching out his aching legs before carefully sitting down more comfortably on the sofa. Normally, he'd plop down to his hearts content but he did his best to remain aware of the broth still in the bowl as it splashed back and forth, threatening to flow over the top of the bowl if he moved any faster. Rory made sure to still give Raphael the space he'd set when he'd put a cushions distance in between them, but he threw an arm over and let it to rest on the back of the sofa. His fingertips came just shy of brushing on Raphael's shoulders. He was doing his best to channel his normal self, even the weird circumstances they were in and the whole absurdity of this situation.
Rory watched for just a second as Raphael got up from the couch, staring a bit too long at his backside before getting up and following suite like a puppy eagerly on its owners heels. Beer would complete his transformation from weird, awkward Rory, to glorious frat bro Rory. He threw up the hood to his sweatshirt over his head, his dark hair spilling out messily from under the hood. He walked past Raphael, hand brushing on the small of the other man's back to keep them from colliding before quickly washing out his dirty dishes. Rory had been quick and already made his way back to the couch when he'd heard the opening and closing of many drawers. He giggled softly to himself, shaking his head gently. He took this moment of silence between them to further examine Raphael's house but didn't get too far before his head snapped back to the man when he heard him cracking open the bottles. He made it just in the nick of time to watch the caps come hailing down on top of his head. This caused Rory to laugh freely, but he still managed to choke out, "Smooth moves, Romeo," in between gasps for air. What a cute debacle.
"Looks like we need to work on more than just your lying. Your bottle opening could use some work. Lucky for you, you're in the presence of a pro," he stupidly joked, raising his voice so it could be heard in the kitchen from his spot on the couch.
The young man gratefully received the beer and downed more than half of it with his first swig. As he swallowed, he inspected the bottle, turning it over in his hands a couple times before offering up a mere shrug, "Beer goes too fast in my place to pay attention," He hadn't realized how that comment could have made him sound like he had quite the drinking problem as it wasn't like his frat was on a need to know basis for many residents of this city. It was only some form of social status in the small hierarchy of college life.
"So..." he said slowly, drawing out the "oh" sound absentmindedly while his eyes trailed around the room once more. "Got anything.. cool? I dunno.. like a batcave or something? Secret elevator that goes down to your lair?" He looked at Raphael, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he closed the distance between them. It wasn't much, but his fingertips now gently brushed along Raphael's shoulders, and Rory seamlessly slid onto the cushion next to Raphael, instead of leaving the cushions distance between them.
"Anything?" It came out low, and soft, with just the faintest air of suggestion.
Raphael Starr
Rory couldn't always read people the best. He had dubbed himself the king of obliviousness in that regard, but taking one sweeping glance at Raphael as he spoke about having maybe bought it on sale and then moving on to fiddling with the arm of the couch was more than enough social cues even for Rory. He wasn't sure where it came from, but he felt a surge of affection, and almost a sense of protection and in that moment, he decided to try just a little bit harder. He chewed on his tongue, willing himself to be more like the Rory most others encountered.
"No, I don't believe you, you're not a good liar 'sfar as I can tell," he stated bluntly attempting to make eye contact with the other man, despite knowing it would fail as Raphael stared at the ground. He made sure to make his tone light as for it not to come across abrasive and potentially push Raphael further into his awkward shell. "We should work on that," he added as he allowed himself to stand, stretching out his aching legs before carefully sitting down more comfortably on the sofa. Normally, he'd plop down to his hearts content but he did his best to remain aware of the broth still in the bowl as it splashed back and forth, threatening to flow over the top of the bowl if he moved any faster. Rory made sure to still give Raphael the space he'd set when he'd put a cushions distance in between them, but he threw an arm over and let it to rest on the back of the sofa. His fingertips came just shy of brushing on Raphael's shoulders. He was doing his best to channel his normal self, even the weird circumstances they were in and the whole absurdity of this situation.
Rory watched for just a second as Raphael got up from the couch, staring a bit too long at his backside before getting up and following suite like a puppy eagerly on its owners heels. Beer would complete his transformation from weird, awkward Rory, to glorious frat bro Rory. He threw up the hood to his sweatshirt over his head, his dark hair spilling out messily from under the hood. He walked past Raphael, hand brushing on the small of the other man's back to keep them from colliding before quickly washing out his dirty dishes. Rory had been quick and already made his way back to the couch when he'd heard the opening and closing of many drawers. He giggled softly to himself, shaking his head gently. He took this moment of silence between them to further examine Raphael's house but didn't get too far before his head snapped back to the man when he heard him cracking open the bottles. He made it just in the nick of time to watch the caps come hailing down on top of his head. This caused Rory to laugh freely, but he still managed to choke out, "Smooth moves, Romeo," in between gasps for air. What a cute debacle.
"Looks like we need to work on more than just your lying. Your bottle opening could use some work. Lucky for you, you're in the presence of a pro," he stupidly joked, raising his voice so it could be heard in the kitchen from his spot on the couch.
The young man gratefully received the beer and downed more than half of it with his first swig. As he swallowed, he inspected the bottle, turning it over in his hands a couple times before offering up a mere shrug, "Beer goes too fast in my place to pay attention," He hadn't realized how that comment could have made him sound like he had quite the drinking problem as it wasn't like his frat was on a need to know basis for many residents of this city. It was only some form of social status in the small hierarchy of college life.
"So..." he said slowly, drawing out the "oh" sound absentmindedly while his eyes trailed around the room once more. "Got anything.. cool? I dunno.. like a batcave or something? Secret elevator that goes down to your lair?" He looked at Raphael, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he closed the distance between them. It wasn't much, but his fingertips now gently brushed along Raphael's shoulders, and Rory seamlessly slid onto the cushion next to Raphael, instead of leaving the cushions distance between them.
"Anything?" It came out low, and soft, with just the faintest air of suggestion.
Raphael Starr