[teases Fearless back, pulling one arm back out to start keeping count of his little traitlist.]
Outgoing, sociable, little party boy goin' on...
[that trait-listing hand turns into an accusing point.]
Pretty sure there's a sign you're pushing me toward.
But nah, that's too easy.
[he swats the thought away with the wave of his hand, and looks back at the simulated stars.
'easy' isn't what Fearless gets out of Cater. desperate? sure. that's not 'easy', though. Fearless is desperate, but he isn't easy, in many senses of the word. the way Cater was with him earlier? that's desperation, baby.
Fearless takes another moment to look at Cater again, and then rolls over, just a bit closer, onto his stomach. at a closer distance he takes in the lines drawn over Cater's lashes; nearly pristine, aside from the blur of sweat and wiped eyes. Cater's hair is well-kept and long. his outfit is, in some way, coordinated.
and in a flash Fearless takes in a lot of things that he's had to all his life. this non-committal punk style from a boy who's clearly acting out. this wall put up between them that Fearless is actually quite content with.]
...'Cos you're not doin' it for the glory. You're not even doing it for the fun, are you?
Too much of a little smarty pants.
[he raises his hand again, for a new list of traits. he doesn't exactly give the sense of laying into Cater with a read, though— he's peppy, playful, cute.]
The kind of guy who might only know what he knows, but knows it well. Optimistic, probably to a fault, considering the way you stumbled out here— but that rebel heart of yours just...
[he scrunches his face up when he says—]
really gets me.
Definitely an air sign, or else— you'd probably be somewhere better than this tonight if you weren't, definitely in bed by now if you were an earth sign— buuuut you're not really giving Gemini...
no subject
[teases Fearless back, pulling one arm back out to start keeping count of his little traitlist.]
Outgoing, sociable, little party boy goin' on...
[that trait-listing hand turns into an accusing point.]
Pretty sure there's a sign you're pushing me toward.
But nah, that's too easy.
[he swats the thought away with the wave of his hand, and looks back at the simulated stars.
'easy' isn't what Fearless gets out of Cater. desperate? sure. that's not 'easy', though. Fearless is desperate, but he isn't easy, in many senses of the word. the way Cater was with him earlier? that's desperation, baby.
Fearless takes another moment to look at Cater again, and then rolls over, just a bit closer, onto his stomach. at a closer distance he takes in the lines drawn over Cater's lashes; nearly pristine, aside from the blur of sweat and wiped eyes. Cater's hair is well-kept and long. his outfit is, in some way, coordinated.
and in a flash Fearless takes in a lot of things that he's had to all his life. this non-committal punk style from a boy who's clearly acting out. this wall put up between them that Fearless is actually quite content with.]
...'Cos you're not doin' it for the glory. You're not even doing it for the fun, are you?
Too much of a little smarty pants.
[he raises his hand again, for a new list of traits. he doesn't exactly give the sense of laying into Cater with a read, though— he's peppy, playful, cute.]
The kind of guy who might only know what he knows, but knows it well. Optimistic, probably to a fault, considering the way you stumbled out here— but that rebel heart of yours just...
[he scrunches his face up when he says—]
really gets me.
Definitely an air sign, or else— you'd probably be somewhere better than this tonight if you weren't, definitely in bed by now if you were an earth sign— buuuut you're not really giving Gemini...
'm I on the right track?