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[Fearless doesn't look at Cater when he answers;]

Well, y'know. I stay busy.

[—but he does look up at Cater after that, still all gentle with his smile.]

There is food, though, if you're hungry. And we can smoke more if you want.

[hands resting in his pockets, Fearless sort of wiggles slowly side to side, still angling himself toward Cater. it's probably going to become clear Fearless doesn't tend to sit or stand very still for very long, but it's not exactly like he's antsy that Cater's here, either.]

[Cater knew the signs of a house you didn't consider yours. Of course, a hotel room in Hell was effectively a rental space by definition. Cater wasn't going to look into it too hard right now--it was better, anyway, if neither of them learned too much more about each other. In the span of one night, he already felt like he'd revealed too much of himself. It was less dangerous to do that with a stranger, but only if they stayed strangers.

Fearless had said he wanted to see him again, so...it was time to be a bit more cautious.]

Nah. I'm pretty bloated from all that liquid in me. I don't mind smoking more.

[He could go either way, on that. If Fearless wanted to smoke more, he'd smoke with him. If he didn't, that was fine, too. Cater's eyes keep going back over to that peek of stars.]

Would it be cool if we sat over there?

Sure, yeah.

The bathroom's past that— orange wall there? It opens when you step up to it, so.

Whenever you need it.

[Fearless grabs the pack off the table and beckons Cater along with him to the bed, where the view is most easily accessed long-term without neck pain. He flops onto his back with his legs hanging off the edge, leaving room for Cater on the other side and starting to pull one of those joints out again.

he doesn't particularly care what happens one way or another from here. there's a lot of things that could happen that might be nice, but he isn't particularly leaning one way or another tonight. if anything, Cater's already given him enough tonight, making him feel for just a moment the way he did around Angel— at least, similarly.

so he waits, really, for some kind of indication of what Cater needs in return, fussing with the joint until he's got it how he wants it and breathing a little puff of flame out to light it.]

[It's a tossup for Cater, too. As he flops down beside Fearless, he's still trying to decide where his head is at. He was the kind of person who could force himself to be energized even when he was running on empty, which...he's realizing now that he's horizontal, he very much is. Social battery hovering dangerously at 1%. The problem was, the guy he was with was much more likely to notice if Cater was forcing it, and he didn't want Fearless to think he was doing that because of him. Like he wanted it any less.

No, he did want to get fucked. He wanted to wrap himself up in anything that would allow him respite from his own brain. Wanted, in turn, to show Fearless a good time for the attention and consideration he'd given.

But right now, he can't stop staring at those stars.]

It's so beautiful.

Nice, right?

Almost makes me miss being out in space.

[terrible place to live. beautiful place to die. really strange place to revisit when dead.

He blows little rings of smoke that spiral out and disappear before they reach the skylight, passing the joint absently Cater's way, tapping his wrist with the back of his hand for attention.]

I know the views in these places aren't real, but they do a damn good job of looking like it.

You were in space? That explains it...I've never seen stars look like this on the ground. Not even when I went stargazing outside the city.

[Whatever city or town he was in at the time. Not even on Sage Island. The view here can't compare, even if it's just a magical copy. Cater accepts the joint, taking a slow, unhurried drag.

Almost, though, Fearless had said. Cater wasn't distracted enough not to notice. He passes the joint back again, but doesn't comment on that admission. Between that, and the overall unlived-in state of the room, a picture was slowly painting itself. A place that didn't hold very many happy memories.]

I've liked looking at the stars as long as I can remember. I like studying them.

Ah, sort of. I mean, you're probably from Earth... or... something that looks like Earth. I was one planet further out from the sun.

[. . .

a beat, and Fearless presents in a voice that, if one were to assume that he were that kind of person, might sound almost bashful in the way a punk asking about something he isn't supposed to be into might ask, or the way a child might ask if they don't want to seem too eager.]

What kinda things do you study about stars?

I'm from a world called Twisted Wonderland.

[If it looked like Earth, Cater wouldn't know--he's never heard of it. Maybe it was the place that the Prefect came from?]

Astrology, mostly. I'm into all kinds of fortune telling, but that's my favorite.

[One of the only classes he actively pays attention in and enjoys learning about independently. Certainly the only class that was primarily lecture based. A smile plays on his lips to actually talk about one of his interests, and he finally shifts to look more at Fearless versus the view.]

[Fearless turns his head to look at Cater, too, and there is a smile to match. they're almost like kids at a sleepover like this, really. he points to Cater and;]

That explains so much about you, actually.

You're one of those magic boys like Idia.

[rude that they're all obnoxiously gorgeous, but Fearless kind of likes the idea that one of them is into astrology, actually.]

You're not gonna tell me there's star magic, are you?

Yeah! Idia and I are suuuper tight--we're total besties!

[Caters laughs, grin going wide. Clearly, he doesn't mind the "accusation".]

Nah. Cosmic magic, but it's more, like, light and darkness. I can show you, later, if you want.

[When his pen isn't on the table, which I forgot that he had on him and didn't mention. It's fine. He has decided to disarm himself. Important.]

That would be pretty cool, though.

[Fearless snickers at the comment of 'besties'. Yeah, he's sure. You and him both, Cater.]

...Yeah, y'know, I'd love to see it. Magic on Mars is just sleight-of-hand, so.

[he reaches to tap ash off onto a tray on the bedside table before puffing and passing once again;]

Astrology's still pretty popular on Mars, too. I am—

[he has to laugh—]

kinda struggling to imagine fortune telling class, though, man.

One of my underclassmen is really into that--sleight-of-hand tricks. He's pretty good! Definitely needs to work on perfecting it, though. He's made some other kids pretty mad getting caught cheating at cards.

[Oh, Ace. Such a troublemaker...but Cater couldn't help feeling fond, anyway.]

I could show you that, too, sometime. I'm sure I can find some materials if I go shopping; most fortune telling is popular among non-magic users, just like astrology, so...I mean, like, can definitely help you read your tea leaves, if nothing else.

[He winks.]

Anyway, what's your sign?

['underclassmen'. these guys really do just have normal lives, don't they? Cater paints a picture in Fearless's mind of a kind of company Fearless is only just getting settled into accepting here in the afterlife.

ah, maybe the way he looks away from Cater can be passed off as just thinking that wink was too cute. it's not like he seems put off, or anything. put off isn't the right feeling. it's somewhere between fascinated and melancholy, really. saudades, nostalgia for something he's never known.]

Tell you what.

Guess with me. I'll guess one, you guess one.

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