[There was a conversation they were meant to have, he thinks.
It's hard to recall though, as his mind is focused on the way strands of Taako's hair slip over his fingers like sand trickling through an hourglass. His eyes are glued to the place where his hand rakes gently through it, and he hums contentedly.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. There definitely is not a single train of thought that Taako could come up with now that would disturb this feeling of utter peace. Not at all. Def not dancing with the devil by thinking that way.]
How is it always so soft. [a pause.] Your hair, I mean.
[Mm. Hmm. Conversation. Right. He's lazily stretched out in Kravitz' bed, limbs akimbo and head tucked near his boyfriend, sleepily blinking his eyes as he looks at him.]
Mm? Oh. Yeah, I mean. Magic, my man.
[Also he uses like, shampoo. Do you not wash your hair, Kravitz? No coconut oil? Really.]
How're you... I mean, your body is like, light or something, right? Is that how you keep your skin so nice?
[He lets a hand splay out over Kravitz' bare chest, intertwining a leg with his.]
[He decends into laughter as Kravitz makes a terrible go at his Taako impression, but of course his conversations are getting in the way. He keeps his hand on Kravitz' chest, pulls his nails in a bit to ghost across his pec. He considers for a minute if he can get away with just going for another round, pressing him close and grabbing southwards and stopping Kravitz from asking any questions if his mouth is otherwise occupied. But why is he so-- scared of this? Does he think Kravitz is gonna ask him to do something he doesn't want, and he'll start feeling trapped and ruin this great thing he has right in front of him?
No, he's-- he's only even asking because he wouldn't have. Hasn't. Because he's thought maybe he can have his cake and eat it too. He'll-- he'll see what he can get out of this. Maybe.]
Pshhh. Hot naked dude in your bed and you're worried about words.
[Hmmm now how to fuckin'. Say this.]
Was just wonderin' if you might wanna bring in some extra fun sometime. Lotsa good dudes around here. Couple of 'em probably down to clown.
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It's hard to recall though, as his mind is focused on the way strands of Taako's hair slip over his fingers like sand trickling through an hourglass. His eyes are glued to the place where his hand rakes gently through it, and he hums contentedly.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. There definitely is not a single train of thought that Taako could come up with now that would disturb this feeling of utter peace. Not at all. Def not dancing with the devil by thinking that way.]
How is it always so soft. [a pause.] Your hair, I mean.
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Mm? Oh. Yeah, I mean. Magic, my man.
[Also he uses like, shampoo. Do you not wash your hair, Kravitz? No coconut oil? Really.]
How're you... I mean, your body is like, light or something, right? Is that how you keep your skin so nice?
[He lets a hand splay out over Kravitz' bare chest, intertwining a leg with his.]
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Krav smiles, a little shy and pleased, as if he has anything to be shy about at this stage.]
I suppose so. [in a poor imitation of taako's voice:] Magic, my man.
[As his giggles subside, Kravitz's brain yells a great big 'OH SHIT HANG ON-']
Ahem. Uh. We were going to talk, I believe.
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No, he's-- he's only even asking because he wouldn't have. Hasn't. Because he's thought maybe he can have his cake and eat it too. He'll-- he'll see what he can get out of this. Maybe.]
Pshhh. Hot naked dude in your bed and you're worried about words.
[Hmmm now how to fuckin'. Say this.]
Was just wonderin' if you might wanna bring in some extra fun sometime. Lotsa good dudes around here. Couple of 'em probably down to clown.