There's a reason I did that one first. Less to worry about smudging. [ He holds his nails up to look at them, inspecting the coverage and looking up at his new company. Each nail is a slightly different shade, all neutral tones but coordinating. ]
[ When the cigarette is removed from his mouth Ganymede lets out a soft snort and looks up, a tiny smile curving his unoccupied mouth when it's Armarus. ]
More a fit of mild boredom, but I liked the idea. And do you like my cigarettes?
If you like, but you stole it first. [ He can't help but smile, offering the cigarette back with his still-drying hand, held delicately between two fingers. Ganymede can't not tease his lover, though he makes no motion to be less than utterly chaste since they're in relative public. Or as public as his front porch gets. ]
Do you want me to do yours as well? Make you all pretty?
Only to stop myself from stealing another thing from you. [His gaze dropped to Ganymede’s mouth. And he looked back up again. He takes the cigarette again and has another drag. Then returns it back.]
I will have decline. I am not certain you will be able to handle all my prettiness after.
Do you want a kiss instead? You can have one, if you'll come sit with me.
[ There's plenty of room on the rocking swing Ganymede's perched on, looking casual as can be barefoot and painting his nails, hair loose about his shoulders and down his back for once, absently laying the cigarette in the ashtray nearby. ] I'll have to take your word for it.
[ Ganymede tilts his head at Armarus, setting the cap back into the polish bottle. He's still lazily swinging back and forth, but now watching with vague concern. ]
What are you all the way over there for? I'm hardly going to jump you on my front porch. At least not until my nails dry.
Thank you. Would you like me to do yours? [ He sets the cigarette aside in the nearby ashtray with an easygoing smile, flicking back the length of his hair, held out of his face by two thick braids at his temples. ]
I don't think you're likely to jump me on my front porch, either. Come sit with me, tell me where you keep going off to.
[ He pats the other end of the swing, bare toes brushing the velvety ear of the sleeping dog underneath where he's sitting. Said dog is long and lean with pale fawn-colored fur. ] Don't mind Ameera.
[ He smiled gently, shaking his head; he put one hand--the drier of the two--over his chest and dipped his head, clearly a comfortable motion and one he didn't need to think about to implement. ] It's alright, problem solved.
[ He finally gets up and moves to sit next to Ganymede on the porch swing. Armarus hold his open hand down to allow Ameera to sniff him out and get a sense of him.]
Or, you could tell me what meeting you would like to have.
Having dinner, watching a movie, even taking a walk. I wasn't exaggerating when I said I wanted to be with you, that didn't only mean sex. [ He shrugs idly as Ameera lifts her head to sniff at Armarus' hand, licking it gently before shuffling closer to the new man. ] I'd like to be able to spend time with you. Learn more about you.
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