forum Wait, You're Gay? (CLOSED)

Started June 01, 2020 by @Desvelarse pets

tune

(that's totally ok!)

Thatcher caught the movement of Matteo biting at his bottom lip. It was enticing to him. Thankfully he had restraint and his eyes shifted away from the sight and to glance down at Nike. He had been about to answer Matteo's offer when Nike butted in. "Yeah! I like the music, it's fun. The sweets are also really good here," she giggled, rocking back and forth on her heels in a fidgety sort of manner.

Thatcher hadn't planned on sticking around on a routine to hang around one place almost every day. He was there for a job. That would get in the way a good amount of the time and he had no idea how to come up with a lot of excuses for why he had to suddenly rush off.

Matteo looked back at Nike. "Yeah, it is fun. Hey, I'm just letting you know, a lot of the sh- stuff," Matteo quickly corrected his language to be more kid friendly. "isn't too.. age appropriate." He sat back on his stool. "Just to let you know." Matteo seemed to be stuck in a rut here. Thatcher already had eyes on him, he had eyes on Thatcher, but neither of them seemed particularly set on voicing the mutual interest, at least not with Nike there. In theory, Matteo could get the other male's number, but he didn't want to look desperate.

Beside them, his guitarist was counting up the money and dropping it back into the case, along with his guitar. He'd get Matteo his share later.

Thatcher nodded his head a little bit, glancing down at Nike. He needed her gone for a second. He crouched down to her height, mumbling something in her ear. He had asked her to go scope out a place for them to stay the night at. She nodded, excitedly saying she would be back before skipping off, most likely getting away from the crowd to be able to morph into her hound state.

Now alone with Matteo, he straightened, looking down at the male once again. "Not age appropriate? Do you mind explaining further?" he asked with a little tilt of his head.

Matteo blinked in surprise, taking in the fact that Nike just.. up and left. Not that he was complaining. "It's nothing bad- no, wait, that's not true. It's a lot of explicit songs. Not like they're all raunchy, but.. you know. What happens will happen." He shrugged. "You know." Now that Nike was gone, his voice was more of a slight purr. Less careful than before by a long slide.

Thatcher noted the purr in the recognizable voice. He tilted his head a little bit, brows raised a tad. "Raunchy? Interesting.." he drawled out slowly. "Maybe I will come back. Without Nike, next time." It was a tough thing to say. But he just couldn't help himself. There was something about Matteo that drew him in, and he wanted to find out what that was. "Maybe I could.. get your cellphone number? Would be much easier to communicate about when shows will be that way," he said, thinking that was a decent enough excuse to use in place of asking 'Your voice hypnotized me, can I have your phone number to figure out why?'

"That's probably a good idea. Both things." Matteo fancied himself rather skilled at reading between the lines. He pulled out his phone- a cracked thing, but it still worked well enough. "Here you go.." Matteo handed over his phone. "Ignore any notifications that pop up." He considered going ahead and telling Thatcher that 'Hey, just letting you know, I've got Siren blood, so just know that," but.. maybe that wasn't smart. Not yet, at least. Right now, he'd just ride the wave and see what happened. "Mind texting me while you're here so I know it's you?"

Thatcher took the phone and got Matteo's number. He put that phone number in his own phone and nodded his head with a soft hum. "Yeah, I can do that," he said as he typed a message into the phone that read 'This is Thatcher, I enjoyed the show'. He handed the phone back to Matteo with a slight smile quirking at the corner of his lips.

Matteo read the message, slipping his phone back into his pocket. The corners of his mouth tugged into a small smile. "Thanks." He linked his finger together behind his neck. His eyed still flicked over Thatcher, and he wasn't even trying to hide it at this point. "Like I said, my next show here is the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm at Hop Dog Brewery downtown." An overpriced hipster brewery, but Matteo'd be damned if the people there didn't tip like their lives depended on it.

Thatcher definitely picked up on the staring, and he would be lying if he claimed it didn’t fluster him a tad. In his 800 years of life, he hadn’t had too many relationships. Most ran off anyways when he opened up about how he killed individuals on the daily, despite the fact it was only his job and he didn’t agree with it. “Maybe I’ll show up there,” he said, his little smile still lingering. “It’d be nice to hear that voice again.” That was bold of him. He was never too bold, especially with strangers.

(i've been meaning to ask, but do you mind if we transfer to PMs? even if it's not too bad yet, knowing how this is probably gonna go, i'd be more comfortable there)

Matteo flashed a small smile, his sharp Siren's teeth glinting almost menacingly. "You should. Maybe I'll take song requests after the set, if you stick around." He didn't hide his heritage, clearly something about him wasn't quite human. But he didn't like to offer it up willingly. Sometimes people got a little hung up on the whole "Sirens singing and then eating people" bit.