[ John spends an inordinate amount of time around Charlie as a dog and would be shocked if Charlie didn't think he knows, and likes, his smell. Of course he does! But the shift to the topic of food and tasting is always a winner with him. He nods. ]
Arthur usually gives pretty decent tasting notes. I know he knows I appreciate it, but I also think he enjoys getting to give his unfiltered opinion on something.
[ Which sort of brings them to why he's here! ]
Speaking of that: I was actually looking for your opinion on something.
[ Charlie is listening! He's even responding with the appropriate facial expressions! It's just that he's also looking at the cut-out panels on John's flanks and quietly losing his mind all over again. ]
Oh -
[ Oh, John's here for an opinion! Charlie looks up at his face again and vows to never ever let on that he's both a bit relieved and kind of mysteriously disappointed. ]
Yeah, ask away. [ Dry: ] If it's about the getup, I say keep it, but don't be surprised if you suddenly find a lot of unattached young ladies askin' you to reach high shelves for 'em.
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[ Charlie, you are going to get the most clueless, innocent look at the mention of 'unattached young ladies' and 'high shelves' before some math starts to process. ]
I mean. I know I'm tall. I'm not sure what the clothes have to do with that...
[ Beat. Moving on! His eyes grow brighter now that he's gotten Charlie's assent.]
Though this does have to do with clothes! I'd like your opinion. [ He looks down at himself, realizing how that might be confusing. ] Not on the bathing suit. On a different suit. One that I got for my birthday. I'm trying to figure out how best to wear it properly.
[ He looks so hopeful. ]
You always look so good. I figured you could give me a proper opinion.
[ He really doesn't know. He really is god's perfect innocent. Saints fucking preserve Charlie because he's going to need it.
Don't say anything about his birthday suit, don't say anything about his birthday suit-- ]
Oh, that's just my natural good looks, kid. It's you and Mr Lester who have all the fashion sense. [ While he tries not to be bowled over by the idea that John of all people has been walking around thinking he looks good: coming from John, it's hard to read the comment as anything but absolutely sincere.
[ He sounds very pleased. Charlie's getting a firm nod. He'll explain.]
So the cut of the suit is- I think it was originally intended for a female body. And I've taken a female form before. I think it would look good that way, and I wouldn't have to make any real adjustments to it.
Oh, sure - you know, now you've got me curious what you look like as a miss Jane Doe.
[ He affects a tone that implies he has no hesitation at all. This is because his hesitation is his own problem, unjustified by evidence, and an obstacle to be brute forced through rather than pandered to. ]
You, uh, wanna use the other room to change? [ Shapeshifting aside, he's seriously not sure if John is planning to just drop trou here in the goddamn living room. ]
[ And he'll head for the bathroom to do just that. Not that it takes very long at all.
In fact, she'll be walking out a moment later, dressed to the nines, still tall, still muscular, but very definitively female. Her hair is darker, with the gold represented in her eyes now. The suit is fitted just right and she looks very pleased with the look of it as she comes over to Charlie. ]
See?
[ Same voice, no unnatural meddling, but clearly feminine. ]
[ While John is out of the room making the necessary edits to himself, Charlie picks up the bracelet -- it's in the kitchenette, by the sink, removed for practical reasons as one might a ring -- and fiddles with it. Just turns it in his hands before putting it down again. He can't imagine what John would think if he came back out and Charlie was suddenly wearing it. It would be both cowardly and unnecessary.
He knows it's only unease, just as someone scared of spiders can shrink away from some harmless specimen and know that it's only a phobia. For John's sake, he can resist shrinking.
...the inside of his head feels like a tennis match.
He still stares as John steps out, and quite a bit of the staring is at her face before he reminds himself he's supposed to be vetting an outfit. ]
Jesus. You really look...
[ ...the same but different, a stranger but familiar, like stripes on a predator...
He shakes it off, leans back, shakes out his shoulders with a heh under his breath. ]
That's a hell of a suit. [ Impressed. And he's not faking it, just... erasing out the other things. ] Shit, Jane Doe, you look like a million dollars. [ Wait, should he swear at John if she's a dame now? Much to unpack. ]
[ The slightly evil laugh, while feminine, is definitely the same. She isn't pretending to be some random woman; this is just her, in a feminine form, and she's just... like this right now.
The look she gives Charlie is bright and happy and utterly trusting his judgment.]
I thought so too. It reminds me of another suit I saw, one I liked but it was a bit much other than for Halloween. This, though, is sleeker.
[ She'll turn to show off the slits in the arms, the way the whole thing moves, before turning back to Charlie. ]
It'll fit. But it's how it fits. [ She looks distinctly concerned. But she'll wave a hand and head off to the bathroom again to make the changes. Charlie might hear a slight, masculine 'hmph' from within. ]
[ Okay. That was fine. Okay. No trickery was involved. No looming disaster occurred. It's cool. He's cool. He's so cool you could keep a side of meat in him for a month. A few more of those and he won't even be a psycho about this sort of thing maybe. ]
I'm on the edge of my seat out here, [ he calls, light. ]
[ John takes longer this time, mostly because there's a few different factors he's trying to account for. He considers shifting the neckline to be more of an upside down u shape but decides that no, he should try to stick to the same shape. Then there's the fact that he's simply bigger than the suit would account for in this form, and he could just scale it up but that seems like it will lose some of the silhouette.
Instead, what he does is add something of a corset binding to the front, which widens the heart frame a little better for this shape. It still doesn't cover his nipples, but he knows that those aren't considered obscene for men to show and he will at least have the jacket.
The jacket doesn't hang quite right either, but he likes how the cut outs show off the muscles of his arms, and he adjusts the flow of the lapels just a little to better fit this shape. He has to widen the shoulders considerably, but he likes the golden necklaces and how they frame him, the way the gold looks against his skin and the arcane symbols etched over him. He changes the shoes to a pair of black dress shoes and makes sure the legs hit at the right spot...
Yes. This is definitely workable. It still pulls into the waist and tightens it more than is usually visible, and it shows off his collarbones nicely, especially with the necklaces. Right. This should do.
He pokes his head out first, smiles at Charlie, and then walks out, watching to see where his eyes travel and how he likes this look on his usual form.]
[ Oh, whoops. He was so busy thinking about the danger he just faced that he completely forgot to prepare for the very different danger that's currently stepping into the room.
John has probably noticed that it takes a lot to make Charlie just... boggle. But that's what he's doing now, although he comes to discover that there's no part of John he can boggle at that makes his position any less hard. John's bare chest is immediately attention-grabbing: framed by the jacket, which hangs to the ground like a robe, it gives the impression that John's stepping out of bed, undressed. The way the bodice stops him from seeing any lower feels almost cruel. And even though Charlie already saw John's arms in plain view, there's an exciting sense of scandal in glimpsing them through the slashed sleeves: thick shapes, promised rather than given, dappled by fabric and by their patterns of sigils.
After a few moments, Charlie picks his jaw up off the floor and tries to... something. Tries to something. ]
Oh. Wow.
[ He's speaking a couple notes further down the octave than usual. ]
[ John is absolutely oblivious to a lot of social queues and nuances, but there isn't anything terribly nuanced to this reaction. In fact, it's incredibly encouraging, and the way that Charlie specifically is reacting is...
Unexpected, but satisfying. It makes something in his chest feel warm and good and he doesn't know why he's biting his lip before he speaks. He feels almost overwhelmed once he tries to think about it. ]
You like it?
You think it works?
[ He twists at the middle a little to check how much he can move, how that looks, then smiles at Charlie. ]
[ Oh you can't bite your lip like that, buddy, that's not fair. That's egging on the brainless part of Charlie's brain, which wants to convince him John's doing this on purpose so that Charlie can stare without feeling like a creep.
But he's not in his teens any more, and he has at least two brain cells to rub together, so with these facts in mind he clears his throat and makes a heroic attempt to string two words together too. ]
Uh huh.
[ Tragically he is under the effects of a psychic attack from the twist John just did and how much it made him want to put his hands around his waist.
He has to lick his dry lips. He's pretty sure that if he held a cup of water there would be ripples on the surface from how loud his heart is beating. ]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah- you- you really pull it off. [ Wait not like that-- ]
[ Similarly, he can tell the difference between 'you look like a million bucks' and struggling to get two words together. His tone is wry, though, as he tilts his head to look at Charlie. ]
So... this way?
[ He has to agree, at least, that it seems a little more striking this way. Then again- ]
What do you think of making his part [ he tugs lightly at the corset ] a sash or cumberbund instead?
[ He successfully matches the wry tone, but his voice is still pulling lower in his register, and his breathing is shallower than it might be.
And now, god damn it, his attention is fixed again to the point where John's torso disappears behind the corsetry, and he's trying not to picture unravelling a sash from that torso with his teeth. It's impossible to tell how far down the physical realism goes. Is all of him a bit larger than life? Oh jesus.
You'd think, Charlie reflects, in a game attempt to think of something unsexy, that John being part of the King would preclude this sort of thing. You'd think that it being half of the literal King who's coming down and having no idea how good he looks, and showing off for Charlie, would make this easier rather than harder. Meanwhile in reality, Charlie's vaguely relieved that he's standing behind the breakfast bar, and vaguely surprised that he's not yet bounced off it. ]
Cummerbund would suit the suit. Keep the colour, though, the red looks good on you.
[ And also makes Charlie feel like a Mexican bull in a low-oxygen environment. He licks his lips again, because they've already dried out in like, seconds.
God. He has to at least try to warn him. ]
What, uh, what's the occasion you'll be wearin' it for?
[ What? He's seen what the kids these days are wearing, he's not in a position to tell John it isn't appropriate for a party.
And yeah, so maybe he's staring at all the moving parts of John as he sways. So maybe he's struggling to remember why this should be a problem, when it's leaps and bounds the best problem he's had lately. So maybe he noticed John looking at him a whole lot earlier, and maybe he's doing a whole lot of wishful thinking about it now.
He rubs one hand round his neck from the front to the back and feels it getting rosy. Grins and hears himself say: ]
Me? Sure, I used to break hearts every time I did the two-step. You know that one?
[ Charlie is lucky that he's gotten well past the point in his experience where euphemisms like that would trip him up. Time spent with Arthur and Willa and Dorian and Natalie all have contributed to him soaking in phrases, not to mention all of his reading and watching and listening. Thus, can Charlie really be surprised when John practically beams at him at the compliment?
Not to mention- ]
I don't, no.
[ Jedao had danced with him at Lestat's party what felt like ages ago, but he hadn't had any feet to show the steps to. He doesn't even know if that's a two step. Eager, he steps a little closer. ]
Could you show me?
[ A small nod. ]
I'm sure you did. Break hearts, that is.
[ His smile is a little crooked as he continues. ]
The way you can focus on someone, make them feel like they're the only person in the room to you- maybe it's because of how I existed for so long, but it... makes me feel warm. Here. [ A tap to his chest. ] Then you smile. [ His own widens. ] I can see it.
[ Likewise, it feels good to make John look that happy. Charlie's own grin conquers some more territory across his face. It keeps happening as John keeps talking.
Maybe John says this sort of thing to people all the time, because he's loving and not in the least bit shy about it. Or maybe -- and Charlie likes this one better -- there's an especial significance to it. But it's also petrifying to suspect that there might be an especial significance to it, for reasons Charlie can't articulate beyond having someone meaning losing someone. Better that it's not that. He likes the idea better that this is just John being Johnnish.
Even so, his answer, as he looks John right in the eyes, is: ]
It's easy to do, when it's you.
[ Which keeps his promise, because it's completely honest.
After a few moments he manages to break eye contact and clear his throat, and adjusts his clothes a little, both to feel more well-dressed and to be more discreet. He thankfully isn't in his twenties any more and doesn't have to comically scramble to hide a tripod, but the adjustments still include pulling and rotating his belt a bit. For peace of mind. Then he approaches John, hardly believing his luck. Through all of this he's talking: ]
You done much dancing? There's the one-step, and that's easier to learn, but the two-step's got more energy to it. Hope my old legs can still do 'em. [ A joke rather than a real concern. ] Let's get that table outta the way so we got some room, huh?
[ Charlie will get to watch John's eyes go a little wide, and then a dark blush across his cheeks as he ducks again. He feels so much warmth, so much affection for Charlie. His fingers curl in a desperate wish to touch him, hold him, show him how much he's loved as Charlie keeps going and he nods, absently before looking at the table. He'll bend over and put those hands to work, lifting it up carefully and looking over at Charlie to see where he'd like him to put it.]
Off to the side, you think?
[ He's still holding it as he addresses the rest of what Charlie said. ]
And the last time I danced, it was at a club with Maggie during the port. It... didn't really have steps. Before that, it was when I didn't have a body. I'm not sure what kind of dance that was, but I liked it.
[ Wow, woooow he's going to have to think of a dance with lifts and teach John to lead it, for reasons. And yes, John's ass looks great in that when he bends over, thanks for demonstrating.
Charlie keeps his hands to himself for now. After all, they're about to dance. ]
Yeah, lean it up against the window.
[ He is thinking about that blush. He is thinking about wanting to be closer to that blush. He is thinking about making that blush happen even more.
Once the table's deposited, he lifts his hands up and out in front of him like a conductor ready to perform, then beckons with his fingers. ]
Alright, grab my hands, we'll start on the one-step. Make sure I remember. [ And make sure John has the rhythm for it. ]
[ John walks over and very very carefully puts the table down against the wall with not even a 'thunk' despite the weight. He turns to see Charlie with his hands up, and he almost smiles from just that before he's beckoned over and a short laugh bubbles out of him, unbidden. ]
I'm coming, I'm coming.
[ He'll put his hands on Charlie's hands, and let his fingers curl lightly, entwining the fingers. There might be another small blush on his cheeks, or it's just still there from earlier. Who can say?
But he will discover, as they start moving, that John absolutely has the rhythm for it. He was once a thing of tattered cloth and shadows and movement, a thing of song and performance. If anything, he seems to relax more once he's dancing, as if being still is the more unnatural state.]
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Arthur usually gives pretty decent tasting notes. I know he knows I appreciate it, but I also think he enjoys getting to give his unfiltered opinion on something.
[ Which sort of brings them to why he's here! ]
Speaking of that: I was actually looking for your opinion on something.
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Oh -
[ Oh, John's here for an opinion! Charlie looks up at his face again and vows to never ever let on that he's both a bit relieved and kind of mysteriously disappointed. ]
Yeah, ask away. [ Dry: ] If it's about the getup, I say keep it, but don't be surprised if you suddenly find a lot of unattached young ladies askin' you to reach high shelves for 'em.
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I mean. I know I'm tall. I'm not sure what the clothes have to do with that...
[ Beat. Moving on! His eyes grow brighter now that he's gotten Charlie's assent.]
Though this does have to do with clothes! I'd like your opinion. [ He looks down at himself, realizing how that might be confusing. ] Not on the bathing suit. On a different suit. One that I got for my birthday. I'm trying to figure out how best to wear it properly.
[ He looks so hopeful. ]
You always look so good. I figured you could give me a proper opinion.
[ A small frown before, very serious- ]
Be honest.
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Don't say anything about his birthday suit, don't say anything about his birthday suit-- ]
Oh, that's just my natural good looks, kid. It's you and Mr Lester who have all the fashion sense. [ While he tries not to be bowled over by the idea that John of all people has been walking around thinking he looks good: coming from John, it's hard to read the comment as anything but absolutely sincere.
...he can't help a faint grin. ]
But I swear I'll be honest.
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[ He sounds very pleased. Charlie's getting a firm nod. He'll explain.]
So the cut of the suit is- I think it was originally intended for a female body. And I've taken a female form before. I think it would look good that way, and I wouldn't have to make any real adjustments to it.
Can I show you that?
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Oh, sure - you know, now you've got me curious what you look like as a miss Jane Doe.
[ He affects a tone that implies he has no hesitation at all. This is because his hesitation is his own problem, unjustified by evidence, and an obstacle to be brute forced through rather than pandered to. ]
You, uh, wanna use the other room to change? [ Shapeshifting aside, he's seriously not sure if John is planning to just drop trou here in the goddamn living room. ]
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Yes, please. Thank you. I'll be right out.
[ And he'll head for the bathroom to do just that. Not that it takes very long at all.
In fact, she'll be walking out a moment later, dressed to the nines, still tall, still muscular, but very definitively female. Her hair is darker, with the gold represented in her eyes now. The suit is fitted just right and she looks very pleased with the look of it as she comes over to Charlie. ]
See?
[ Same voice, no unnatural meddling, but clearly feminine. ]
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He knows it's only unease, just as someone scared of spiders can shrink away from some harmless specimen and know that it's only a phobia. For John's sake, he can resist shrinking.
...the inside of his head feels like a tennis match.
He still stares as John steps out, and quite a bit of the staring is at her face before he reminds himself he's supposed to be vetting an outfit. ]
Jesus. You really look...
[ ...the same but different, a stranger but familiar, like stripes on a predator...
He shakes it off, leans back, shakes out his shoulders with a heh under his breath. ]
That's a hell of a suit. [ Impressed. And he's not faking it, just... erasing out the other things. ] Shit, Jane Doe, you look like a million dollars. [ Wait, should he swear at John if she's a dame now? Much to unpack. ]
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The look she gives Charlie is bright and happy and utterly trusting his judgment.]
I thought so too. It reminds me of another suit I saw, one I liked but it was a bit much other than for Halloween. This, though, is sleeker.
[ She'll turn to show off the slits in the arms, the way the whole thing moves, before turning back to Charlie. ]
The other way now?
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[ A tease, but also a genuine question. Upside-down dorito and all that. ]
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It'll fit. But it's how it fits. [ She looks distinctly concerned. But she'll wave a hand and head off to the bathroom again to make the changes. Charlie might hear a slight, masculine 'hmph' from within. ]
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I'm on the edge of my seat out here, [ he calls, light. ]
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Instead, what he does is add something of a corset binding to the front, which widens the heart frame a little better for this shape. It still doesn't cover his nipples, but he knows that those aren't considered obscene for men to show and he will at least have the jacket.
The jacket doesn't hang quite right either, but he likes how the cut outs show off the muscles of his arms, and he adjusts the flow of the lapels just a little to better fit this shape. He has to widen the shoulders considerably, but he likes the golden necklaces and how they frame him, the way the gold looks against his skin and the arcane symbols etched over him. He changes the shoes to a pair of black dress shoes and makes sure the legs hit at the right spot...
Yes. This is definitely workable. It still pulls into the waist and tightens it more than is usually visible, and it shows off his collarbones nicely, especially with the necklaces. Right. This should do.
He pokes his head out first, smiles at Charlie, and then walks out, watching to see where his eyes travel and how he likes this look on his usual form.]
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John has probably noticed that it takes a lot to make Charlie just... boggle. But that's what he's doing now, although he comes to discover that there's no part of John he can boggle at that makes his position any less hard. John's bare chest is immediately attention-grabbing: framed by the jacket, which hangs to the ground like a robe, it gives the impression that John's stepping out of bed, undressed. The way the bodice stops him from seeing any lower feels almost cruel. And even though Charlie already saw John's arms in plain view, there's an exciting sense of scandal in glimpsing them through the slashed sleeves: thick shapes, promised rather than given, dappled by fabric and by their patterns of sigils.
After a few moments, Charlie picks his jaw up off the floor and tries to... something. Tries to something. ]
Oh. Wow.
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Unexpected, but satisfying. It makes something in his chest feel warm and good and he doesn't know why he's biting his lip before he speaks. He feels almost overwhelmed once he tries to think about it. ]
You like it?
You think it works?
[ He twists at the middle a little to check how much he can move, how that looks, then smiles at Charlie. ]
You think I look good like this too?
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But he's not in his teens any more, and he has at least two brain cells to rub together, so with these facts in mind he clears his throat and makes a heroic attempt to string two words together too. ]
Uh huh.
[ Tragically he is under the effects of a psychic attack from the twist John just did and how much it made him want to put his hands around his waist.
He has to lick his dry lips. He's pretty sure that if he held a cup of water there would be ripples on the surface from how loud his heart is beating. ]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah- you- you really pull it off. [ Wait not like that-- ]
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So... this way?
[ He has to agree, at least, that it seems a little more striking this way. Then again- ]
What do you think of making his part [ he tugs lightly at the corset ] a sash or cumberbund instead?
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[ He successfully matches the wry tone, but his voice is still pulling lower in his register, and his breathing is shallower than it might be.
And now, god damn it, his attention is fixed again to the point where John's torso disappears behind the corsetry, and he's trying not to picture unravelling a sash from that torso with his teeth. It's impossible to tell how far down the physical realism goes. Is all of him a bit larger than life? Oh jesus.
You'd think, Charlie reflects, in a game attempt to think of something unsexy, that John being part of the King would preclude this sort of thing. You'd think that it being half of the literal King who's coming down and having no idea how good he looks, and showing off for Charlie, would make this easier rather than harder. Meanwhile in reality, Charlie's vaguely relieved that he's standing behind the breakfast bar, and vaguely surprised that he's not yet bounced off it. ]
Cummerbund would suit the suit. Keep the colour, though, the red looks good on you.
[ And also makes Charlie feel like a Mexican bull in a low-oxygen environment. He licks his lips again, because they've already dried out in like, seconds.
God. He has to at least try to warn him. ]
What, uh, what's the occasion you'll be wearin' it for?
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[ A new problem! He frowns, bites his lip again, eyes wandering as he considers. After a moment-]
Maybe a party?
[ He takes a moment to sway and tilt his hips to a remembered beat, eyes closed as he thinks back to going to the club at port with Maggie.]
The way the jacket moves... It could be nice for a dance or a club.
[ He opens his eyes to smile at Charlie.]
Do you dance?
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[ What? He's seen what the kids these days are wearing, he's not in a position to tell John it isn't appropriate for a party.
And yeah, so maybe he's staring at all the moving parts of John as he sways. So maybe he's struggling to remember why this should be a problem, when it's leaps and bounds the best problem he's had lately. So maybe he noticed John looking at him a whole lot earlier, and maybe he's doing a whole lot of wishful thinking about it now.
He rubs one hand round his neck from the front to the back and feels it getting rosy. Grins and hears himself say: ]
Me? Sure, I used to break hearts every time I did the two-step. You know that one?
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Not to mention- ]
I don't, no.
[ Jedao had danced with him at Lestat's party what felt like ages ago, but he hadn't had any feet to show the steps to. He doesn't even know if that's a two step. Eager, he steps a little closer. ]
Could you show me?
[ A small nod. ]
I'm sure you did. Break hearts, that is.
[ His smile is a little crooked as he continues. ]
The way you can focus on someone, make them feel like they're the only person in the room to you- maybe it's because of how I existed for so long, but it... makes me feel warm. Here. [ A tap to his chest. ] Then you smile. [ His own widens. ] I can see it.
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Maybe John says this sort of thing to people all the time, because he's loving and not in the least bit shy about it. Or maybe -- and Charlie likes this one better -- there's an especial significance to it. But it's also petrifying to suspect that there might be an especial significance to it, for reasons Charlie can't articulate beyond having someone meaning losing someone. Better that it's not that. He likes the idea better that this is just John being Johnnish.
Even so, his answer, as he looks John right in the eyes, is: ]
It's easy to do, when it's you.
[ Which keeps his promise, because it's completely honest.
After a few moments he manages to break eye contact and clear his throat, and adjusts his clothes a little, both to feel more well-dressed and to be more discreet. He thankfully isn't in his twenties any more and doesn't have to comically scramble to hide a tripod, but the adjustments still include pulling and rotating his belt a bit. For peace of mind. Then he approaches John, hardly believing his luck. Through all of this he's talking: ]
You done much dancing? There's the one-step, and that's easier to learn, but the two-step's got more energy to it. Hope my old legs can still do 'em. [ A joke rather than a real concern. ] Let's get that table outta the way so we got some room, huh?
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Off to the side, you think?
[ He's still holding it as he addresses the rest of what Charlie said. ]
And the last time I danced, it was at a club with Maggie during the port. It... didn't really have steps. Before that, it was when I didn't have a body. I'm not sure what kind of dance that was, but I liked it.
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Charlie keeps his hands to himself for now. After all, they're about to dance. ]
Yeah, lean it up against the window.
[ He is thinking about that blush. He is thinking about wanting to be closer to that blush. He is thinking about making that blush happen even more.
Once the table's deposited, he lifts his hands up and out in front of him like a conductor ready to perform, then beckons with his fingers. ]
Alright, grab my hands, we'll start on the one-step. Make sure I remember. [ And make sure John has the rhythm for it. ]
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I'm coming, I'm coming.
[ He'll put his hands on Charlie's hands, and let his fingers curl lightly, entwining the fingers. There might be another small blush on his cheeks, or it's just still there from earlier. Who can say?
But he will discover, as they start moving, that John absolutely has the rhythm for it. He was once a thing of tattered cloth and shadows and movement, a thing of song and performance. If anything, he seems to relax more once he's dancing, as if being still is the more unnatural state.]
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quietly refreshing that nsfw warning
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