"Yous can comes tells to me when you remember," Skwisgaar said, attempting to be diplomatic. "I's was in de middles of showerings, so unless ifs yous wants to gets mys back for me..." He trailed off, hoping his bluff would work. He was definitely close to scowling now.
Nathan's eyes widened and he suddenly couldn't help letting his gaze wander down Skwisgaar's mostly naked body. Oh. So he had been showering. Come to think of it, his skin did look kind of damp too. He was... really... really pretty. Handsome. Whatever. Not in a girly way, but in the way those sculptures in museums were. Nathan couldn't think of the word. It wasn't that he'd ever been attracted to Skwisgaar, exactly, he just liked... looking at him. For some reason. Ofdensen had already claimed any and all gayness Nathan might possess, anyway. "Um, right," he stammered, steadfastly blaming the alcohol for the flush he could feel heating his face. "Passing out. Now. Bye."
Skwisgaar watched him stumble back to his own room before shutting and re-locking the door. He was looking rather perturbed as he returned to join Toki on the bed -- sitting beside him and keeping the towel on, of course, since the Shoggies were there. "Nathan's was am drunks," he said unnecessarily; Toki would have been able to hear the entire exchange. "He's was actings weirdser than usual, too, just staresing at me like he wants to eats me and blushings likes a lady." Truthfully it wasn't the first time he'd seen that look coming from Nathan and directed at himself, but it was still confusing. It wasn't the look of someone wanting to fuck, which he would've been able to understand. "I's thinks he was reallies wantings to comes in..." And because of Nathan's odd staring, he didn't even think to wonder what the Shoggies must have told the singer; it was clearly just something wrong with Nathan.
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Date: 2009-12-01 09:40 am (UTC)Nathan's eyes widened and he suddenly couldn't help letting his gaze wander down Skwisgaar's mostly naked body. Oh. So he had been showering. Come to think of it, his skin did look kind of damp too. He was... really... really pretty. Handsome. Whatever. Not in a girly way, but in the way those sculptures in museums were. Nathan couldn't think of the word. It wasn't that he'd ever been attracted to Skwisgaar, exactly, he just liked... looking at him. For some reason. Ofdensen had already claimed any and all gayness Nathan might possess, anyway. "Um, right," he stammered, steadfastly blaming the alcohol for the flush he could feel heating his face. "Passing out. Now. Bye."
Skwisgaar watched him stumble back to his own room before shutting and re-locking the door. He was looking rather perturbed as he returned to join Toki on the bed -- sitting beside him and keeping the towel on, of course, since the Shoggies were there. "Nathan's was am drunks," he said unnecessarily; Toki would have been able to hear the entire exchange. "He's was actings weirdser than usual, too, just staresing at me like he wants to eats me and blushings likes a lady." Truthfully it wasn't the first time he'd seen that look coming from Nathan and directed at himself, but it was still confusing. It wasn't the look of someone wanting to fuck, which he would've been able to understand. "I's thinks he was reallies wantings to comes in..." And because of Nathan's odd staring, he didn't even think to wonder what the Shoggies must have told the singer; it was clearly just something wrong with Nathan.