Totally. [ He hums and shoves his hands in his pockets ] Sounds good to me.
Oh, that sounds fun. Very glamorous, yes. [ When Braeden smiles, it’s soft, almost flirtatious. ]
[ The other man’s smile is the sort Elias approves of, and he brushes his fringe back with his fingers before nabbing his phone on the dresser and putting that into the pocket of his jeans, along with a cheap, worn wallet. ]
Probably. I would be sorry, but I’m not.
[ He blushed and barked out a laugh ] If you wanna see it that way. [ He grinned cheekily ] Hmmm. Exploring. We could see if there are any parties to crash. Find a hidden cove on the beach. Uhmm… Find a club and go crazy. Take your pick!
So you’re more into dancing, are you? [ Elias rubs his jaw with his fingers, glancing up in thought. ] We could find a party or a club, sure.
And maybe when we’re both wasted enough, we’ll stumble into an unknown beach cove by chance.
[ His laugh is soft. ] Sounds glamorous, don’t it?
God, and here I thought I was the pessimistic one. Live a little, dude.
So, get a map. I’ll come with you! At least you won’t die alone?
That was sarcasm.
Maybe living with you influenced me heavily.
"To die by your side, such a heavenly way to die"? [ He can’t help the grin, now. ] All right. Let’s explore. What’d you wanna do, huh?
Doesn’t really matter if you get lost. You’ve got a tracker on you, so somebody will eventually find you. So go crazy, dude.
I know about the tracker.
I just don’t know if they’ll believe me when I say I wasn’t trying to run away when they find me two weeks later.
You’re scared of getting lost? Dude, So what if you do?
Freedom is amazing. Like, I can actually breathe here.
I don’t know. The fact of the matter is we’re not going to be free forever.
And if I don’t manage to get back in time when we’re reverted back to slaves, I’ll be shot and killed. So to speak. And I don’t trust myself not to over-indulge.
The urge to explore is heavily overridden by the high possibility of getting lost.
… maybe freedom isn’t all it’s cut out to be.
Do you? I tried it….I didn’t last past a week, it was pathetic.
Well. It was smooth. Dried well. Kept it’s sheen. Mixed well with my other paints. So I suppose….yes. It was nice.
… well, considering Lenten isn’t a requirement for you, I imagine my dedication must outweigh yours considerably.
Oooooh, smooth, well-drying, shiny, mixable paint. Sounds like a nice guy—thing to work with.
That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. There’s no way I can possibly die now.
I wouldn’t expect you to, I don’t either. I think the one role is enough to have to focus on without knowing everyone else’s. Basically I have to pretend to have escaped the onslaught and provide the cops with false identities of the attackers based on a bunch of pictures I have to study. Hopefully I don’t get anything wrong.
Don’t worry. You can be dead for two minutes at most. I’ll bring you back myself.
Oh… oh, I see. Witness accounts don’t have to be a hundred percent accurate, though, you know. In fact, I imagine it’d be more suspicious if you described them perfectly.
Shaking his head in silent laughter he looks on as Eli puts the penny away. “Of course.” It sounds like he is choking on something, probably his held back laugh. Waving away Eli’s concernes he flips the boys fringe to the side. “You should cut your hair before we go, you know. Being there… it’ll be warm.” He totally ignored his friends question in favor of talking about too long hair… he was deflecting like that.
Oh, no, it’s not fair to judge him for his lack of adequacy in regards to fashion and maintenance. He lifts both his brows, chin lowering slightly, and Elias doesn’t hesitate to make his eyes as wide as he can possibly make them, peering up at Saint through his lashes.
"It’ll be warm and I’ll have forehead pimples if I don’t cut my hair. I know. But, come on, four periods and no knock-knock joke after?"
He waits patiently for an answer, and whether he gets one or not, Elias sticks his tongue out, arms crossed over his chest. He knows Saint has his boundaries. He knows he shouldn’t push. “You can cut it if my fringe is offensive.”