[Projects 2 and 3] Open and Closed!

[evowhisperer]

Who: Blaise, Cesar, and you!

Where: Marty's Gourmet Soda shop, Gateway City

When: Soda shop: Within a few days of the 16th, give or take.

What: Cesar and Blaise meet in person for the first time!

Warnings: Talk about Ryu (and all sex-discussion related warnings)

Status: Open! Blaise and Cesar's thread is closed.

 Marty's Gourmet Soda shop is a warm, pleasantly crowded affair. The counters are heavy wood, the stools are the sort that attach to the floor and rotate back and forth. Cheerful big-band music plays over tinny corner-speakers, and a young cashier behind the counter taps away at a cash register that might be older than he is. 'Stu' reads his nametag. He's a handsome young man, and whenever Stu smiles a girl by the door sighs happily.

 

Stu isn't paying attention just now, since he's leaning forward over the counter to squint at the cellphone presented to him.

 

"A, uh... Oh! Sure, sir, one Exprezzy Espresso, coming right up!" He straightens and rattles off a price, scrawling letters on the side of a cup.

 

Cesar takes the phone back and fishes out change, passing it across the counter. Cha-ding! Coins are handed over. Cesar pockets the change and backs out of the way, already reimmersed in his phone.

 

He won't look up until his name is called.

 

"Fizzy coffee! Cesar S!"

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Who: Tony, Cesar, and you!

Where: Cesar's apartment, Gateway City

When: A few days after their text conversation.

What: Cesar and Tony meet for a suspense-ridden intercourse of science.

Warnings: Needles, what is essentially a low-key version of unregulated human testing. Also, underaged drinking and drunk shennanigans.

Status: Closed

It's another door with another number on it. This time the hallway outside has rows of doors on both sides of the walkway, and potted plants stand as greetings by several welcome-mats along the way. Cesar's door has no plant, but it does have a welcome mat. It has no words--just a generic pattern.

It's quiet. A pair of children can be heard playing in the distance, and a tabby cat cleans itself by a door some apartments away. There's no smells or sounds from the apartment, this time.

Comments

[oncedevil]

[Tony probably would have been content after those first two beers failed to give him any results if Cesar hadn't gotten curious. But now that they'd gone a little too far he didn't feel like stopping.

For the first time in a year he's finally starting to feel a little good rather than his usual just dragging himself through one day to the next sensation. It'd be nice to hold that sensation for just a little bit longer.

Tony's standing, shaking himself out like a big shaggy sheep dog, then leans over to read the message. The question gets a bit of a wry smirk and he flings an arm over Cesar's shoulders.]

Don't worry about it, with this hair no one can tell either way. [He reaches up to tug a scruffy strand in emphasis. The stare doesn't seem to be cutting it.]

[evowhisperer]

Cesar bears the arm's weight amiably, though he's just tall enough that it makes him slouch. That's fine: it'd take more than bad posture to kill his mood now.

Cesar reaches for a strand of Tony's hair, fiddling with it briefly. Then he makes the sign for 'white', which Tony might only see as a plucking motion that draws something invisible from just below his own collarbones. His expression is questioning, and when it doesn't get the response he's looking for he realizes the problem, mouthing the word silently as he repeats the gesture.

He steers the two of them to the door, not really having to look where they're going to move around his own apartment.