[ it isn’t tension exactly, that nick is trying to break, just—seriousness. there’s a heaviness to his words that he wants to be rid of, lest he dwells too long on anything that weighs too much. nick is light, nick is easy, nick is fun. that’s his role in the world and he likes it that way. so of course he’s quick to jump on the opportunity to waggle his eyebrows, lean back and bat eyelashes up at august. he stays right on that edge of playful and flirty, hands safe enough on august’s waist that it could all be a teasing joke—or it could not.
this is nick’s wheelhouse, after all. ]
Got room for two in that bed?
[ there’s an easy familiarity when he dips his hands to hook into august’s pockets, tugging forward just a little — though it results more in nick’s half-step forward than it does to move august. the smirking kiss that nick presses to his cheek, the lilt in his voice—still that edge, playful or flirty or somewhere in between. the truth is, if he thought he could get away with it he’d probably post up in august’s room permanently, but maybe he’ll see what he can do about pushing his way into the adjoining one. either way, he’s all too happy to make his way to the house now, half-dragging august along and taking his steps backwards, trusting august to direct him where they need to go. ]
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[ it isn’t tension exactly, that nick is trying to break, just—seriousness. there’s a heaviness to his words that he wants to be rid of, lest he dwells too long on anything that weighs too much. nick is light, nick is easy, nick is fun. that’s his role in the world and he likes it that way. so of course he’s quick to jump on the opportunity to waggle his eyebrows, lean back and bat eyelashes up at august. he stays right on that edge of playful and flirty, hands safe enough on august’s waist that it could all be a teasing joke—or it could not.
this is nick’s wheelhouse, after all. ]
Got room for two in that bed?
[ there’s an easy familiarity when he dips his hands to hook into august’s pockets, tugging forward just a little — though it results more in nick’s half-step forward than it does to move august. the smirking kiss that nick presses to his cheek, the lilt in his voice—still that edge, playful or flirty or somewhere in between. the truth is, if he thought he could get away with it he’d probably post up in august’s room permanently, but maybe he’ll see what he can do about pushing his way into the adjoining one. either way, he’s all too happy to make his way to the house now, half-dragging august along and taking his steps backwards, trusting august to direct him where they need to go. ]