forum dancing thing // private rp with octane

Started April 17, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Sometimes. But I’ve been here long enough to get used to it, I suppose,” Luther said, shrugging softly before taking another sip of his tea

"I—" Don't really, "—See what you mean," Kieran answered, polishing off the last of his drink and running his tongue over his pointed canines when he was done.

Luther glanced back at Kieran just in time to see the other’s tongue run along his canines, and he gulped as he looked off to the side. He took a quick sip of his tea, hiding any potential blush that might be forming on his cheeks

"Are you alright?" Kieran questioned before he could stop himself, abruptly reaching up with his free hand to cover his mouth. Had he disturbed Luther with his animalistic canines?

I hope not..

After a brief moment to clear his throat, Luther nodded. "Yes, yes, I'm fine," he said, coming out of hiding behind his cup under the assumption that his blush had gone away. However, there was still just the lingering bit of pink on his cheeks, though he was unaware of it

Kieran blinked at the sight of a faint pink tinge on the other man's cheeks. Was this a typical human sign of fear? Or did it mean something else? Blushing was a trait shared by selkies (although his cheeks tended to flush more purple than pink), but there was no way Luther was blushing. But, he didn't think the other was human, not with those horns. Unless an attractive woman had just walked by?

(JSYK I'm rushing big time rn, sorry)

(It’s all good lol)

Luther cleared his throat again, this time the noise barely audible as he finished off the last of his tea. He stretched out a little, still keeping his gaze firmly to the space next to Kieran’s head. Why did he always have to be so easily flustered? For all he knew, Kieran was looking at him thinking he was some kind of weirdo

Kieran’s eyes sank to the table as he chewed his lip, uncertain of what to say and how to phrase it. So he stayed, inwardly praying he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Eventually, to save himself a little dignity, Luther got up to throw their trash away. He took his time walking, trying to calm down a bit as he went

Kieran's shoulders rose and fell as a long sigh blew from his mouth. I'm always messing something up…. he thought to himself, What did I do this time? Why do I even try?

Luther slid back into his chair, running a hand through his hair. "Well…I suppose I should be getting home soon. I have plants to tend to and such," he said with a small chuckle. Though even as he spoke, he found himself dreading the idea of leaving Kieran's company

Kieran have a nod in response, promptly ignoring his disappointment. “I’ll see you next week, I guess.”

Luther nodded at first, but slowly, an idea crept to the forefront of his mind. “Would you…maybe like to come over for tea sometime beforehand?” he asked, a little sheepish now as he looked off to the side

Kieran blinked, then tensed as the question registered properly. “You want me to….?” Confusion flickered across his features.

"I mean…You don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought it would be nice to offer," Luther said, doing his best to play off his embarrassment at how taken aback Kieran looked

"Oh, no," Kieran hastily amended himself. "Sorry for my weird response, I'm not used to getting invited places." On one hand, it would be nice to visit someone's home for the first time in… years… and he had to admit to enjoying Luther's company. But on the other hand, Kieran was wary. Afraid, even, to tread that far into foreign territory. However, he didn't want to disrupt the fragility of the current situation any further, so he nodded quickly instead. "That sounds really nice, if you're up for it. Thank you."

Luther seemed a little surprised when Kieran accepted, but a dorky little grin quickly spread across his face. "That'd be lovely. How about in a few days, sometime after lunch?" he offered

“That sounds good,” Kieran nodded along, “Do you have anything I could write your address and the time down on?”

"Yes, give me a moment," Luther said before reaching into his pocket, pulling a pen and a sticky note out of his pocket before handing them to Kieran

“Thanks,” he murmured, accepting the pen and pad without giving much thought to the way Luther’s fingers had brushed his. “What’s the address?”

"Same as the one the studio is on–it's Elm street," Luther answered. "It's the apartment right to the right of the studio, room 167," he said

Kieran faithfully scribbled this down, chewing absentmindedly on his lower lip. "What time, and what day?"

"Hm…How about three in the afternoon? I don't have any classes on the weekends, so Friday could work," Luther offered, shrugging with that little smile still on his face

Kieran wrote this down as well, then carefully folded the slip of paper. “Alright. Thank you, Luther.”

“Of course,” Luther said, still grinning as he retrieved the pen and tucked it away once again. “I suppose I’ll see you then?” he asked as he pushed in his chair