driftfleet | BLUE FISH MINGLE

[... Whoooa. Here he thought it was the early 1900s or something! He laughs again, this time a little louder.]

Haha, wow! You really are ancient compared to me!

[It's more hilarious because of the way Allen looks compared to him, what with the teenage-looking body and all.]

[He reaches over and pokes him in the shoulder lightly] Oh, thanks. That's comforting to hear.

When were you born?

2004. [A quick subtraction in his head and:] That's 121 years after you. See? Ancient.

[Jeez wow. He almost wants to say that that's still better than the last relationship he was in, with a thousand year difference- but nah. He'll just scoff and playfully roll my eyes before teasing]

Well it's not my fault you're into much older men.

Or- is that why you're interested in my ship? You're not a gold-digger, are you?

[Clay straightens up and takes in a dramatic gasp, a hand over his chest to add to the drama]

You discovered my secret plan! I was going to take over your title as first mate of the ship! [He wraps his arms around the stereo and pulls it over to his chest.] And then? This would be mine. Mwahaha.

[That makes him laugh] How nefarious of you.

[He'll reach over and slowly pull the arm with the stereo away from Clay's chest] But unfortunately for you, I'm in great health for a 144 year old.

[He lets out a whine as he drapes himself over the box, stereo successfully out of his grasp.]

There goes all my plaaaans... [He props himself up on his elbows, looking up at Allen with a cheery expression now.] Oh well. I got something way better than music, anyway.

[Well that was a quick recovery. He'll set the stereo back on the box and let go of it, looking back at Clay]

Are you sure? It's a really sweet sentiment, even though I'm nowhere near as good a singer as Freddie Mercury.

Hey, I'm not either! You don't even want to hear me try to sing.

But, you know... [He reaches out to take Allen's hand in his own] I can tune in to Freddie Mercury any day back at home. But I never would've met you if I wasn't here, so... yeah. Definitely way better.

[That..makes him smile and duck his head sheepishly. Gosh. Here he was just joking around, and Clay went and made it all sweet and sincere]

Yeah. Meeting you has been a certain bright spot in this whole thing. I'll agree to that.

Edited 2015-10-08 01:02 (UTC)

[He turns around so that his back is against the box now, and - well, right now he's teasing, though he still has a pleased blush on his face from both that comment and the way Allen reacted to his own.]

Would you say it's as bright as the brightest star in the universe? [He says as he holds his hands out as if to show off something bright]

Well....

Maybe if you could sing better.

[... ... ...

DROPS HIS HANDS DOWN TO HIS HEART.]

Ow. I felt that right here.

[He laughs, hard enough to have to bend down a little] I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

[HE COULDN'T RESIST OKAY]

What about dancing then?

Edited 2015-10-08 03:13 (UTC)

[With Allen bent down, Clay takes advantage of that by leaning over to ruffle up his hair] You're not even sorry, Mr. Walker!

[But... oh. That question makes him straighten back up, a bit caught off guard by that.]

Uhhh... [He scratches at his cheek with a sheepish smile, a blush coming up on his cheeks.] I - Kind of, yeah. I just don't do it... much?

Ah-! [NOT THE HAIR RUFFLES- okay he ain't even mad]

[That answer catches him a little by surprise, and he'll straighten up to look at Clay curiously. Was he...bashful about dancing? The guy who walked around the moon with two hats on and no regrets? Really?]

Hm? How come?

Edited (typos) 2015-10-08 05:06 (UTC)

I dunno, I get... nervous for some reason? I'm fine though, I just... you know. It's weird.

[There's a small pause as he grips the edge of his visor, purses his lips, and just decides to tell him instead of hiding like he usually does.]

School dances. They were the worst. You're at that age where you feel like everyone's watching everything you do, you know? And I guess I never grew out of that.

[And it's good he shared because honestly? Allen can get that explanation]

I see. [He gives a little nod] I think I understand that. I've never been to a school dance- but the castle would have balls and I'd get dragged into going. [Usually by Lenalee, or Ino] Usually I'd sneak out by climbing down the balcony.

[Oh... Oh, thank goodness. Allen didn't laugh or think he was stupid, thank goodness. Clay relaxes a little as a result, letting out a little chuckle as he tilts his visor up a bit.]

Ha, really? Apollo and I used to sneak out if the option was available, just bail and go stargazing instead. Not as exciting as climbing down a balcony, but still an escape!

[Yeah no, eff functions like that. They're terrible]

I don't know- stargazing with a friend still seems exciting! Most of the time, I'd just go back to my room after I escaped. Not exactly thrilling.

Are we comparing escape notes now? Is that what we're doing?

[He grins at him, teasing, before he goes on]

If the sky was cloudy that night, we'd just sit and talk about things not dance related instead. Space, the law, what went on with our day, geek stuff... We never got tired of just talking for hours.

[Yeah, he still misses Apollo, so bad it's practically bone deep. It's hard being best friends with someone for ten years, knowing they're only a call or a bike ride away at all times, only to suddenly be light-years away with no hope of contact.]

Edited 2015-10-08 16:18 (UTC)

Well- you never know! Someone might decide that we need to have a ball here.

[He suspects that party pony himself. But whatever. He tilts his head a little as he listens to Clay. He's had friends like that- where you could talk for hours about anything. There was...nothing else like it]

That sounds nice...you must miss him a lot. From the way you talk about him, I'm sorry I didn't get to know him better when I had the chance.

Ugh, no, don't even suggest that! You're gonna jinx it!

[Yep. If a ball happens, Allen is totally gonna be the one to blame. At that next part, he smiles a little as he looks down at the floor.]

Yeah... he's pretty great. I've got him to thank for being who I am today. If he didn't come along when he did, I'd probably still be that quiet person I told you about.

[He sighs as he crosses his arms.] You know, when I was going to go to space back home, I was guaranteed contact with everyone. We had a way to have video chats with the people from Earth, or we could post to social media websites with pictures and texts, whatever. It's something I was guaranteed.

[He tries not to complain or think about it too much, but...]

Edited 2015-10-08 18:03 (UTC)

[The first part gets a small chuckle, but the smile fades when he listens to Clay. He scoots closer to him as he talks, moving his arm to wrap around his back in a supportive manner, leaning his head against his shoulder.]

But now you're out here, and we're completely out of contact with him and everyone else on Earth.

[He could say some optimistic idea, or...]

That's bollocks. I'm sorry.

[Say it for what it really is. Because really? He's pretty sure Clay's optimistic enough on his own to figure stuff like letter writing out]

Edited 2015-10-08 18:05 (UTC)

[Yeah, half the papers in his room are letters to be sent out sometime, helps tide him over a little bit. And - yeah, telling it like it is is good, because it does suck, and letter writing only does so much when there's no way to send them or receive anything in return.

The sentiment gets him to give a half smile, and he leans his head over to rest it against Allen's. It's definitely appreciated.]

Yeah. It's total bollocks.

[... Please don't judge him for completely butchering the way that word's pronounced, he doesn't say it often alright]

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