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[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]

[...]

[There's a beat.]

[And then he's cracking the hell up. Holy shit.]

[Wow Allen we were totally having a moment here

Clay blinks and leans away while Allen's having his laughing fit over there, and though he's not sure what caused it, he still ends up smiling because laughter is contagious.]

What? What'd I do?

Nothing, it's just-

[okay, he calms down the laughter and clears his throat. Then, in his "best" impression of an American Accent, he'll try to say it just how Clay said it:]

"It's total ball-lacks."

[... Snrrrk okay, Allen saying it like that makes Clay laugh too, almost doubled over with it.]

I wasn't that bad! Right?

[He straightens up a bit, still laughing, but leans in with his hands at Allen's waist while he first over-pronounces, then goes back to the butchering]

Booooollllluuuucks! Bollucks bollucks bollucks bolluuucks!

No, it was like that.

[And that sends him into another fit of snickers. Jesus Clay you goofball. But he'll at least try to talk between laughs]

Clay! You're going to make the entire crew hear!

What, you don't want everyone to hear me say it wrong? [HAND ON HIS HEART] Awww, you do care!

[asdflkjdsf that earns Clay a soft flick in the forehead.]

I think that was implied when I agreed to be your boyfriend, Cowboy.

[Clay leans his head back thanks to the flick with a snicker, then manages to catch Allen's hand before he pulls it back.]

In that case, Starlight... [He lowers his head to press a kiss to the inside of Allen's wrist] I'm glad you like me enough to care about my dignity. [And a playful wink to go with it!]

[Whoa he was not expecting his wrist to be caught like that. It catches him by surprise and throws him totally off guard]

I-

uh-

[Stay cool, stay- NOPE you can practically see the blush forming across his nose and his voice even cracks into a squeak on the next part]

Y-Y^eah! I- O-of course I do!

[Dignified]

[Totally dignified. Clay ends up laughing at that because holy shit, his boyfriend is so cute?? It makes him lean in, grip sliding down to hold Allen's hand properly, to press a kiss to that cute as hell blush on his nose.]

You look like you're about to go all supernova on me!

[You caught him by surprise! Years he's been doing that and no one's done that in response. Which no, the laughter and kissing his nose is not helping that blush.]

I do not!

[He's not even entirely sure what a supernova is- but he does not on principle!!]

[He just. He likes him a lot, okay?!]

You totally do!

[His laughter is, at least, dying down to something fonder and quieter instead, as he lifts his free hand to cup the side of Allen's neck, thumb stroking at his cheekbone. It's so cute!]

And I care about you, too.

[The thumb feels hot against his cheeks that were already heating up. He was embarrassed at his own undignified response, but jeez- did he like this guy. He really liked this guy. A little huff comes out of his mouth, trying to figure out a response until he finally figures something to say]

Can we just- can we go to my room? You can bring the stereo, just-

[Argh. This is embarrassing. ]

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