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"𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚖." ([personal profile] 1966) wrote in [community profile] draino 2025-03-17 12:00 am (UTC)

[ when adam thinks of night clubs, he imagines dimly lit parlors filled with tables covered in soft tablecloths, leather seats tucked in around the edges. he thinks of air heavy with cigarette and cigar smoke, the hum of conversation and jazz sung by a beautiful woman on a small stage, backed by a live band. when he looks at iggy standing before him, with paper confetti in his hair and bright plastic bangles around his wrists, he imagines their idea of a club is probably different. a lot of things here seem different from what he knows, both of earth in his time and his home before.

adam's gaze returns to iggy's mouth once again when he smiles, lingering. drawn, for some reason, like a moth to a - well. he looks up, considers the idea of staying or finding somewhere else, maybe somewhere more interesting - to him, at least. iggy seems to be enjoying himself, which is perhaps maybe the only reason adam hesitates to take him away from here.

he offers his elbow, egg still held in his other hand. eventually he'll find somewhere to put it that isn't just - out on the lawn. ]


It's quite - bright. [ hiss, the sun. adam doesn't mind it, but he definitely prefers a little bit of a shade at the very least. the man doesn't look like he's ever seen a tan in his life. ] Maybe we can find somewhere... less so.

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