[ At the protest Emerick had to laugh a little, lightly. It was in part in response to Moonlight, yes, but it was almost more of a well-disguised anxious response to Moonlight's escalating acquaintance with his body. He had to be more than aware of what he was doing to Emerick at this point, and Emerick was growing convinced that Moonlight was mocking him at this point. Surely the other man could tell Emerick was struggling with this. ]
I know I just got here, but if I knew you were like this I woulda asked you to just meet me at home. [ He chided playfully, just about pulling Moonlight into his lap as he smiled and looked at the other man adoringly now that he had the color in his face under control. ] Okay babe, sounds fair.
[ He was giving Moonlight all of his obvious attention, though he was still listening carefully to pick up on any sign that he and Moonlight might need to leave right this second than after their drinks. ]
[ Moonlight isn't torturing on purpose - teasing, certainly, Emerick is decidedly cute when he's flustered, and the fixer is flirtatious by nature. At least, he had been once, more genuine than the empty flattery he offered now when it suited him. This was genuine, perhaps a giddiness only amplified by the danger of the situation they were in, and it allowed Moonlight to get a bit carried away. Emerick's tone, or rather, the spike in his voice stress analyzer, calmed him. He lowered his hand casually to Emerick's knee, and gave it a squeeze. Was it apologetic? ]
Oh, are you suggesting something? [ Moonlight winks, moving his hand now to drape a leg over the other man's, more comfortable than being crushed against him, less tacky than actually climbing into his lap. He picks up his drink, downing a considerable amount of it in a few swallows. Attentive as he is to Emerick, he doesn't miss the stare of one of the big man's yes men. Moonlight ignores him. ] I just missed you being away all day at work.
[ Emerick felt the way that Moonlight squeezed his knee and he found himself once again wondering if maybe all that Moonlight was doing wasn't just for show, that some part of this actually was real. He thought to himself that he should maybe let himself start to believe it as he took a drink from his beer as a way to not have to immediately respond to anything that Moonlight said.
Much like Moonlight, he'd made a dent in his pint by the time he set the glass down. His hand came to rest on Moonlight's leg, thumb absently stroking in an affectionate gesture. He relaxed into the movement and it became old hat. He definitely felt more at ease like this. Emerick didn't want to spend too much time looking at or glancing toward the big guy and his lackeys for fear that they'd grow to suspicious, trusting Moonlight to be their eyes while Emerick focused only on what he could hear at this point. It made it easier to pretend he was here on a date anyway. ]
Me? Suggest something? Like what? [ Playful, with a coy expression to match a mischievous little smile. It lasted long enough to razz Moonlight before shifting back to a more gentle, adoring smile and expression. ] I missed you too, even if it was just for the day. [ He had missed seeing Moonlight more regularly, truly. And not just because he liked the pay. As he spoke again, he gave Moonlight's leg a small squeeze. ] But seeing your smile makes it all worth it.
[ Warm amusement lingers in Moonlight's expression. Emerick seems more comfortable, now, and Moonlight surprises himself by thinking he kind of likes the soft looks the other is giving him. He leans forward, craning for a slow kiss.
When he breaks to speak, his tone is low, velvet. ] Finish your drink and maybe I'll show you exactly what I think you're suggesting. [ And then, innocently, he sits back, leg still draped over Emerick's, and picks up his drink again. He smiles as though he hadn't said anything suggestive. ]
[ Emerick melted a little under Moonlight's lips. He wanted to have this while he could. He wanted to let himself think it was real - it sure felt that way - but he knew that he was a good actor and it. It would be a mistake to forget that Moonlight likely was as well. He rather liked this, though, and he realized he wished he could have this outside of the lie.
His cheeks were, again, a light pink after Moonlight's words. He said nothing but had a conspiratorial smile as he looked at Moonlight, playing into what Moonlight said as if this were a game. His gaze lingered for a moment before he reached out to his pint and made a small show of finishing it off, looking back to Moonlight triumphantly as his hand came back to the other man's leg. ]
Well? Have I maybe dug myself out of this hole enough to earn your forgiveness? [ As if he were still trying to get back on his partner's good side after forgetting their plans. He was leaning in a little close as if eager for his response, waiting with baited breath. He was ready to go at Moonlight's word or movement, but wanting to play along to still stave off as much suspicion as possible. ]
[ Moonlight watches Emerick drink, pale gaze following the glass to his lips to the way his throat moves as he swallows, all the while his own mouth curved in a pleased, cat-like sort of way. He fingers the condensation on the outside of his own glass, then holds it around the rim to roll the bottom lightly against the tabletop as though considering his lover's plea. ]
I suppose so, [ he finally relents, and lifts his glass with a playful wink. He downs the rest of the drink with a speed one might not expect of someone with Moonlight's particular demeanor. ] After you then.
[ Emerick's unaware of the way that Moonlight was watching him, else he might have been a little self-conscious at the attentiveness. At best he considered himself gangly, and he didn't let at worst have much headspace. His expression brightens when Moonlight forgave him, smiling to hide the way his eyebrow quirked when he saw the way Moonlight managed to down the reset of his drink.
He pulled away from Moonlight and stood, offering a hand to him. He wrapped an arm around Moonlight as they headed out, admittedly stealing a glance at the gangoons that were so uncomfortable at their presence. He wanted to be sure they weren't following them out; sure he could probably talk his way out of it, but he sure didn't want to have to bother. ]
Did you drive? Or should I call a cab to get us home? [ A reasonable ask, given they were supposed to be out for drinks. ]
[ Moonlight leans into Emerick as they leave, but the other man would likely feel the slight tension in his frame. The 6th Street members, thankfully, appear to be content to let them leave - even the large one. ] Call us a cab, please.
[ He leans on Emerick, arm around the other man, but is largely quiet until they're safely in the cab and headed away from the bar. The fixer sighs, relaxing a little more into the seat. And, perhaps strangely, while he isn't hanging onto Emerick the way he was, there's something about his demeanor that's more familiar than his normal pleasant cordiality. ] Thank you for coming. I owe you.
[ Emerick wrapped an arm around Moonlight as he leaned into him, giving his shoulder a slight squeeze of reassurance: I'm here; a gentle reminder he wouldn't abandon the other man. ]
Of course. [ He pulled his Agent out and asked her to call for a cab. He let it do the heavy lifting as he slid the phone back into his pocket as he did his best not to twitch and look at every single little noise he heard. Like Moonlight, he didn't particularly try to make any conversation while they waited.
Once in the cab it wasn't until Moonlight spoke that Emerick's own tension started to wane. He glanced over at Moonlight, shifting from confident partner to his usual awkward self. He was a little more shy than usual - perhaps because of Moonlight's familiarity, or maybe due to the act they just had to put on as he thought of Moonlight kissing him. ]
It's no problem at all. Please, uh. You don't owe me anything. Really.
[ It's more of a comfort than he really expects, the way Emerick's arm wraps around him. He finds himself thinking of it even in the car, though the clear shift in the other man's mood distracts him. Amused, he can't help but tease a little. ] You sound nervous about that prospect.
[ Moonlight leans his shoulder into Emerick to play up the act, and even bats his lashes once ore twice - though were the act not already over the top, the grin he can't suppress ruins the effect anyway. ] Do you not trust me, dear?
[ It takes a second for Emerick to realize that Moonlight is teasing him but when he does he smiles with a little chuckle as his gaze falls, a little embarrassed. He looked back up to Moonlight as he felt the man lean into, losing his embarrassment in a real chuckle as Moonlight batted his lashes at him and grinned. ]
No, no, I trust you. You just... Don't have to, you don't owe me anything.
[ He wasn't trying to shut it down as much as just be clear that Moonlight didn't have to subject himself to Emerick's company if he didn't want to. Because who would willingly want to spend time with him, right? ]
[ It isn't until Emerick says it again that it dawns on Moonlightβ he detests the idea of owing anyone anything, but the words had slipped out so easily, a common colloquialism. And normally, had someone insisted he didn't owe them, he would go along β or make some small gesture just to ensure it was clear any debt real or imagined was settled.
But in this moment... oddly, he doesn't mind it. Particularly strange, given he'd spent however many weeks waiting for blackmail from Emerick to pop up through his agent. He'd slowly, steadily given up that fear, and now the idea just brings a faintly fond smile. Moonlight settles back into the seat, comfortably close. ]
If you haven't had dinner, I make a decent synth-steak. I have some ganic potatoes, too. Then call it even?
[ Dinner certainly wasn't what Emerick expected to come from this. He had genuinely expected for Moonlight to drop the notion of this and let it go, then be dropped off so that Moonlight could go home alone, the location of his home secret. Even if Moonlight hadn't let it go he'd expected maybe going out to have drinks at another time, or something a little less familiar than this. ]
Yeah, uh, that sounds great. I'd really like that.
[ His surprise was clear, but no wasn't in his vocabulary; if that was what Moonlight wanted to do then he would go along with it (gladly, even, once he got past the surprise). It wasn't like he had anything else to do anyway: all he had at home was a pack of kibble, a bottle of the cheapest beer, and the latest screamsheets to read. ]
[ Moonlight's smile in response is a satisfied one. The address Moonlight gives the cab driver turns out to be a moderately tall apartment building - not precisely a skyscraper. It's nice enough for a lobby and an entrance with security, no obvious graffiti in the elevator or along the hallway. The apartment itself is a somewhat small studio, but the fixer has obviously taken care with how he decorates it. The lights are low, with a calm, aqua tint to them. A pattern like lights glancing off of moving water casts from the lights along the baseboard of one wall. The windows, directly across from the door, are obviously large, but the shades are closed at the moment. There is an inset radio panel, but the only media screen visible is a computer on a long, narrow desk set against another wall. Much like his office, the furniture here is a mix of decent flatpack pieces and more genuine craftsmanship, with carefully selected accents.
Moonlight gestures in welcome, holding the door for Emerick (or at least, he keeps a hand on the frame to keep it from closing itself). ] Beer? [ He offers, crossing to the kitchen with its small two-burner stove. ] Or I have some scotch, if you prefer that.
[ It was clear even from the lobby that this was a standard of living that Emerick had never been able to personally experience. The studio was nice, though, and fit what little Emerick knew about Moonlight perfectly. The atmosphere was calming and the decoration intentional. He wondered what the rent on a place like this was but quickly decided to disregard the thought because he knew he probably couldn't reliably make the rent. Maybe someday. ]
Beer, please. [ He followed Moonlight and found a place to stand or sit where he was out of Moonlight's way. ] You have a real preem place
[ Moonlight fetches a bottle of beer from the fridge - it's hardly craft, but it's at least decent - and opens it. As he turns to set the bottle in front of Emerick, there's a perhaps surprisingly soft expression on his face. ]
Thanks. After the Holocaust, I lived on the streets for years. [ His gaze shifts, flickering thoughtfully around the apartment he had worked for. ] I always told myself I'd be comfortable one day - and safe. [ Being off the streets... that had been more important to him than anything. In those early years, it drove him. He'd lost sight of it for a while under the Tyger's Claw and the haze of drugs that came with that life, but when he'd gotten free - really free - and when he'd had a taste of the lifestyle Aka's income afforded him, he had returned to that dream with a vengeance.
Moonlight's brows raise suddenly, as though realizing what he's sharing. He turns back to the small fridge, taking out a few packages. In glimpses of profile as he turns this way any that, Emerick might notice his cheeks are distinctly flushed. ]
[ Emerick is a little surprised at the expression on Moonlight's face as the bottle was set before him. He took a drink of it as Moonlight spoke of his history, setting the bottle down gently. Comfort and safety were surely the dream in Night City, and it seemed as if Moonlight had certainly carved off his little piece of them here. That he'd managed to be so successful despite such a humble start gave him hope, but he was also genuinely happy to hear that Moonlight had managed to make it.
The fact that Moonlight had just admitted something of his past - accident or not - put Emerick more at ease. He relaxed a little, both hands resting at the bottom of the beer bottle as he watched Moonlight with a faint, fond smile. He noticed the flush in Moonlight's cheeks but called no attention to it. His voice was warm when he spoke. ]
You've done really well for yourself. I've dreamed of living in a place like this since I was a teenager. The means just never really materialized. [ He gave a small shrug, not particularly bothered by it. Then, a little playfully: ] So color me a little jealous.
[ Moonlight fetches a pan from a cupboard, and sets it on one of the burners. He looks over his shoulder with a look of amusement that shifts to definite flirtatiousness, lips curving. ]
Well, perhaps if you play your cards right... [ And he's not talking about business. Then, as though he hadn't just made that suggestive comment, continues seamlessly on: ] Fries, mashed, or baked potatoes?
[ The comment surprised Emerick, his brows slightly raising and his cheeks shifted to pink. It was confirmation that Moonlight was interested in him, though. He'd wondered in the cab, but had written it off as possibly just crossed wires from earlier. ]
I might be feeling a little lucky with the hand dealt. [ He was a little more coy than his counterpart - intentional, yes, but a byproduct of his nervous nature as well. He wasn't as seamless or sleek as Moonlight, in part due to pausing for a split second to consider if he had any real preference on what form the potatoes ultimately took. ]
Um, whatever you prefer. I'm not picky. [ Which was true, and not an attempt to skirt making a decision. ]
[ Moonlight grins over his shoulder. He isn't one for casual flings - he's not entirely sure he's one for intimacy in general, anymore. His last two relationships had ended in violent, horrible ways for his partner, and Moonlight has wondered more than once if perhaps he's cursed, or a harbinger of some sort. It's Night City, and people die every day, but in his darker moments the thoughts creep in anyway.
Still, he likes Emerick, despite their rocky (on his part at least) start, and maybe there's no harm in flirting, at least. He turns his attention back to dinner.
Here, away from the hard, suspicious stares of 6th Street and the anxiety that came with that scrutiny, Moonlight has realized he's quite hungry. So he decides mashed is best in the moment, purely because it's probably the fastest. He washes the potatoes, fills the pot with water, and sets to chopping them. ]
I hope I didn't pull you away from anything important, earlier. [ He comments somewhat off-handedly, taking just a moment to glance over his shoulder again. ]
[ Moonlight's grin made Emerick smile in kind. He'd struggled with trust and attachment since he was a kid, and the two people he cared about he specifically detached from to avoid dragging them down or being a burden. The one person who had been interested in him he chose not to pursue, and he'd spent more than his fair share of time regretting the choice. Perhaps he had no real chance here, but he wasn't going to throw it away if Moonlight was actually interested.
He was tired of being lonely. It would be easy to just take care of things the Night City way - spend a few hours or the night with a joytoy, hook up with anyone that moved. Emerick was used to fake gestures, he wanted something real. ]
Oh, no. I was just reading. I picked up a book analyzing the political and economic tensions in Europe during and after the Fourth Corporate War. [ He's maybe a little more excited about this than most would be - his inner nerd definitely showing a little. Moonlight had interrupted a calm day that he'd taken for himself, but Emerick didn't particularly mind. ]
If I may, what were you doing at that bar? They didn't really seem to think of you as their crowd.
[ Moonlight's brows loft in surprise, and he glances over his shoulder again as though to verify Emerick had really just said that. His expression shifts, then, to something more along the lines of 'that makes sense,' and he returns to chopping potatoes. ]
A client thinks some Sixth Street members might be responsible for sabotaging opponent's cars in some street racing, but he wanted proof before taking any action on it. I happen to have a soft spot for racing - and I suppose I occasionally get the itch to get back out there myself - I thought I would check up on it instead of delegating. I knew I don't really fit in with their style but I didn't realize they'd be quite that suspicious.
[ He salts the water as it heats steadily to a boil, adds the potatoes, then takes a moment to return his attention fully to Emerick. ] Lesson learned, I suppose.
[ Emerick didn't react to Moonlight needing to consider the fact that apparently, Emerick was fond of such dry subject matter - he only listened intently as Moonlight explained what he'd been doing. He watches what Moonlight's hands are doing more than actually watching Moonlight, as if focusing to keep his gaze from wandering too much, his attention turning back to Moonlight's face when appropriate. ]
Sixth Street can be a little cagey. They take the whole "protect and serve" thing pretty seriously, or at least like to act the part. [ His gaze lowered, a little nervous giving unsolicited advice. His gaze lifted back to Moonlight about halfway through what he was saying. ] If you chat them up a little at the bar - let some of the vets boast and act impressed, let them talk about their days in whatever conflicts they saw - they usually decide you're okay and leave you alone.
[ Emerick looked as if he might have more to say, choosing to change the subject instead. ] Racing, huh? I used to sneak out as a teenager to watch them sometimes. Why did you stop? [ It was clear that it was a genuine question borne from curiosity and not an attempt to fish for information, and if Moonlight didn't want to answer it he certainly didn't have to. ]
[ Moonlight leans a hip against the counter, loosely folding his arms, brows raised in an open sort of expression. ] I don't know if I can use that advice at that bar anymore, but I'll keep it in mind if I have reason to shadow them again. 'Preciate it.
[ The question is a natural one, and Moonlight doesn't mind that Emerick asks. It's a difficult answer, complicated by the array of memories - good and bad - that come with it. The fixer's gaze drops to the vinyl flooring, a half-cocked, morose sort of smile finding its way to his expression. One loose tress casts shadows across eye and cheek from the ambient lighting.
Moonlight clears his throat after a moment, resets the slope of his shoulders, and drops his hands back to his sides. ] The scene is too wound up in a group I used to run with. [ His gaze finally lifts again.] Just easier to quit altogether than try and dodge them. [ His smile grows a little more natural. ] I wouldn't have pinned you for a racing fan.
[ Emerick watched as Moonlight got lost in the thought. He wasn't quite sure how to feel as Moonlight's gaze fell and it the gloom that congregated around him made Emerick unconsciously shift uncomfortably. The air was starting to feel thick and suffocating as time seemed to stretch on like this, infinitely elongating as Emerick started to search for any sign that he was okay, he didn't cross some line and make him upset, and his mind started to race and iterate through how he could fix it while the insidious whispers of his parents began their regular cycle of hatred in the back of his mind.
He started a little at the sound of Moonlight clearing his throat. The sound broke the spiral that was starting. He was still elevated enough that he had the sick feeling that came with anxiety, but much of his fear calmed when Moonlight spoke, and what was left melted as Moonlight's smile shifted into something less contrived. He was still trying to shake off the funk he started to slide into when he started to speak. ] Oh. I, uh, I'm not. Not really.
[ Emerick's expression shifted slightly so that it was tinged with regret and sadness. His gaze lowered so that he was not meeting Moonlight's eyes, but it was still high enough that at a glance he was still looking at Moonlight. ] I had a friend who was a fan, and he liked to take me with him. [ Emerick had realized years later that it was Callum taking him on dates, courting him in a way that he knew Emerick would be comfortable. Emerick had been made too dense by fear to realize it at the time. ] The races were always exciting and I did enjoy going, but he was the one that kept up with the sport and was knowledgeable. [ Emerick smiled faintly. ] He would talk about what kind of car he wanted to get when he could drive.
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Date: 2023-09-19 11:38 pm (UTC)I know I just got here, but if I knew you were like this I woulda asked you to just meet me at home. [ He chided playfully, just about pulling Moonlight into his lap as he smiled and looked at the other man adoringly now that he had the color in his face under control. ] Okay babe, sounds fair.
[ He was giving Moonlight all of his obvious attention, though he was still listening carefully to pick up on any sign that he and Moonlight might need to leave right this second than after their drinks. ]
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Date: 2023-09-21 03:38 am (UTC)Oh, are you suggesting something? [ Moonlight winks, moving his hand now to drape a leg over the other man's, more comfortable than being crushed against him, less tacky than actually climbing into his lap. He picks up his drink, downing a considerable amount of it in a few swallows. Attentive as he is to Emerick, he doesn't miss the stare of one of the big man's yes men. Moonlight ignores him. ] I just missed you being away all day at work.
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Date: 2023-09-23 04:44 am (UTC)Much like Moonlight, he'd made a dent in his pint by the time he set the glass down. His hand came to rest on Moonlight's leg, thumb absently stroking in an affectionate gesture. He relaxed into the movement and it became old hat. He definitely felt more at ease like this. Emerick didn't want to spend too much time looking at or glancing toward the big guy and his lackeys for fear that they'd grow to suspicious, trusting Moonlight to be their eyes while Emerick focused only on what he could hear at this point. It made it easier to pretend he was here on a date anyway. ]
Me? Suggest something? Like what? [ Playful, with a coy expression to match a mischievous little smile. It lasted long enough to razz Moonlight before shifting back to a more gentle, adoring smile and expression. ] I missed you too, even if it was just for the day. [ He had missed seeing Moonlight more regularly, truly. And not just because he liked the pay. As he spoke again, he gave Moonlight's leg a small squeeze. ] But seeing your smile makes it all worth it.
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Date: 2023-09-26 04:55 pm (UTC)When he breaks to speak, his tone is low, velvet. ] Finish your drink and maybe I'll show you exactly what I think you're suggesting. [ And then, innocently, he sits back, leg still draped over Emerick's, and picks up his drink again. He smiles as though he hadn't said anything suggestive. ]
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Date: 2023-09-28 04:01 am (UTC)His cheeks were, again, a light pink after Moonlight's words. He said nothing but had a conspiratorial smile as he looked at Moonlight, playing into what Moonlight said as if this were a game. His gaze lingered for a moment before he reached out to his pint and made a small show of finishing it off, looking back to Moonlight triumphantly as his hand came back to the other man's leg. ]
Well? Have I maybe dug myself out of this hole enough to earn your forgiveness? [ As if he were still trying to get back on his partner's good side after forgetting their plans. He was leaning in a little close as if eager for his response, waiting with baited breath. He was ready to go at Moonlight's word or movement, but wanting to play along to still stave off as much suspicion as possible. ]
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Date: 2023-10-17 03:46 am (UTC)I suppose so, [ he finally relents, and lifts his glass with a playful wink. He downs the rest of the drink with a speed one might not expect of someone with Moonlight's particular demeanor. ] After you then.
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Date: 2023-10-20 03:13 am (UTC)He pulled away from Moonlight and stood, offering a hand to him. He wrapped an arm around Moonlight as they headed out, admittedly stealing a glance at the gangoons that were so uncomfortable at their presence. He wanted to be sure they weren't following them out; sure he could probably talk his way out of it, but he sure didn't want to have to bother. ]
Did you drive? Or should I call a cab to get us home? [ A reasonable ask, given they were supposed to be out for drinks. ]
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Date: 2023-10-27 04:45 am (UTC)[ He leans on Emerick, arm around the other man, but is largely quiet until they're safely in the cab and headed away from the bar. The fixer sighs, relaxing a little more into the seat. And, perhaps strangely, while he isn't hanging onto Emerick the way he was, there's something about his demeanor that's more familiar than his normal pleasant cordiality. ] Thank you for coming. I owe you.
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Date: 2023-11-04 03:57 am (UTC)Of course. [ He pulled his Agent out and asked her to call for a cab. He let it do the heavy lifting as he slid the phone back into his pocket as he did his best not to twitch and look at every single little noise he heard. Like Moonlight, he didn't particularly try to make any conversation while they waited.
Once in the cab it wasn't until Moonlight spoke that Emerick's own tension started to wane. He glanced over at Moonlight, shifting from confident partner to his usual awkward self. He was a little more shy than usual - perhaps because of Moonlight's familiarity, or maybe due to the act they just had to put on as he thought of Moonlight kissing him. ]
It's no problem at all. Please, uh. You don't owe me anything. Really.
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Date: 2023-11-04 04:46 am (UTC)[ Moonlight leans his shoulder into Emerick to play up the act, and even bats his lashes once ore twice - though were the act not already over the top, the grin he can't suppress ruins the effect anyway. ] Do you not trust me, dear?
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Date: 2023-11-04 04:35 pm (UTC)No, no, I trust you. You just... Don't have to, you don't owe me anything.
[ He wasn't trying to shut it down as much as just be clear that Moonlight didn't have to subject himself to Emerick's company if he didn't want to. Because who would willingly want to spend time with him, right? ]
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Date: 2023-11-05 03:55 am (UTC)But in this moment... oddly, he doesn't mind it. Particularly strange, given he'd spent however many weeks waiting for blackmail from Emerick to pop up through his agent. He'd slowly, steadily given up that fear, and now the idea just brings a faintly fond smile. Moonlight settles back into the seat, comfortably close. ]
If you haven't had dinner, I make a decent synth-steak. I have some ganic potatoes, too. Then call it even?
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Date: 2023-11-05 11:39 pm (UTC)Yeah, uh, that sounds great. I'd really like that.
[ His surprise was clear, but no wasn't in his vocabulary; if that was what Moonlight wanted to do then he would go along with it (gladly, even, once he got past the surprise). It wasn't like he had anything else to do anyway: all he had at home was a pack of kibble, a bottle of the cheapest beer, and the latest screamsheets to read. ]
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Date: 2023-11-06 04:01 am (UTC)Moonlight gestures in welcome, holding the door for Emerick (or at least, he keeps a hand on the frame to keep it from closing itself). ] Beer? [ He offers, crossing to the kitchen with its small two-burner stove. ] Or I have some scotch, if you prefer that.
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Date: 2023-11-06 04:08 pm (UTC)Beer, please. [ He followed Moonlight and found a place to stand or sit where he was out of Moonlight's way. ] You have a real preem place
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Date: 2023-11-06 05:20 pm (UTC)Thanks. After the Holocaust, I lived on the streets for years. [ His gaze shifts, flickering thoughtfully around the apartment he had worked for. ] I always told myself I'd be comfortable one day - and safe. [ Being off the streets... that had been more important to him than anything. In those early years, it drove him. He'd lost sight of it for a while under the Tyger's Claw and the haze of drugs that came with that life, but when he'd gotten free - really free - and when he'd had a taste of the lifestyle Aka's income afforded him, he had returned to that dream with a vengeance.
Moonlight's brows raise suddenly, as though realizing what he's sharing. He turns back to the small fridge, taking out a few packages. In glimpses of profile as he turns this way any that, Emerick might notice his cheeks are distinctly flushed. ]
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Date: 2023-11-07 12:11 am (UTC)The fact that Moonlight had just admitted something of his past - accident or not - put Emerick more at ease. He relaxed a little, both hands resting at the bottom of the beer bottle as he watched Moonlight with a faint, fond smile. He noticed the flush in Moonlight's cheeks but called no attention to it. His voice was warm when he spoke. ]
You've done really well for yourself. I've dreamed of living in a place like this since I was a teenager. The means just never really materialized. [ He gave a small shrug, not particularly bothered by it. Then, a little playfully: ] So color me a little jealous.
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Date: 2023-11-07 04:34 am (UTC)Well, perhaps if you play your cards right... [ And he's not talking about business. Then, as though he hadn't just made that suggestive comment, continues seamlessly on: ] Fries, mashed, or baked potatoes?
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Date: 2023-11-08 02:20 pm (UTC)I might be feeling a little lucky with the hand dealt. [ He was a little more coy than his counterpart - intentional, yes, but a byproduct of his nervous nature as well. He wasn't as seamless or sleek as Moonlight, in part due to pausing for a split second to consider if he had any real preference on what form the potatoes ultimately took. ]
Um, whatever you prefer. I'm not picky. [ Which was true, and not an attempt to skirt making a decision. ]
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Date: 2023-11-08 07:42 pm (UTC)Still, he likes Emerick, despite their rocky (on his part at least) start, and maybe there's no harm in flirting, at least. He turns his attention back to dinner.
Here, away from the hard, suspicious stares of 6th Street and the anxiety that came with that scrutiny, Moonlight has realized he's quite hungry. So he decides mashed is best in the moment, purely because it's probably the fastest. He washes the potatoes, fills the pot with water, and sets to chopping them. ]
I hope I didn't pull you away from anything important, earlier. [ He comments somewhat off-handedly, taking just a moment to glance over his shoulder again. ]
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Date: 2023-11-09 04:27 am (UTC)He was tired of being lonely. It would be easy to just take care of things the Night City way - spend a few hours or the night with a joytoy, hook up with anyone that moved. Emerick was used to fake gestures, he wanted something real. ]
Oh, no. I was just reading. I picked up a book analyzing the political and economic tensions in Europe during and after the Fourth Corporate War. [ He's maybe a little more excited about this than most would be - his inner nerd definitely showing a little. Moonlight had interrupted a calm day that he'd taken for himself, but Emerick didn't particularly mind. ]
If I may, what were you doing at that bar? They didn't really seem to think of you as their crowd.
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Date: 2023-11-15 02:43 am (UTC)A client thinks some Sixth Street members might be responsible for sabotaging opponent's cars in some street racing, but he wanted proof before taking any action on it. I happen to have a soft spot for racing - and I suppose I occasionally get the itch to get back out there myself - I thought I would check up on it instead of delegating. I knew I don't really fit in with their style but I didn't realize they'd be quite that suspicious.
[ He salts the water as it heats steadily to a boil, adds the potatoes, then takes a moment to return his attention fully to Emerick. ] Lesson learned, I suppose.
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Date: 2023-11-15 05:43 pm (UTC)Sixth Street can be a little cagey. They take the whole "protect and serve" thing pretty seriously, or at least like to act the part. [ His gaze lowered, a little nervous giving unsolicited advice. His gaze lifted back to Moonlight about halfway through what he was saying. ] If you chat them up a little at the bar - let some of the vets boast and act impressed, let them talk about their days in whatever conflicts they saw - they usually decide you're okay and leave you alone.
[ Emerick looked as if he might have more to say, choosing to change the subject instead. ] Racing, huh? I used to sneak out as a teenager to watch them sometimes. Why did you stop? [ It was clear that it was a genuine question borne from curiosity and not an attempt to fish for information, and if Moonlight didn't want to answer it he certainly didn't have to. ]
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Date: 2024-03-09 05:52 am (UTC)[ The question is a natural one, and Moonlight doesn't mind that Emerick asks. It's a difficult answer, complicated by the array of memories - good and bad - that come with it. The fixer's gaze drops to the vinyl flooring, a half-cocked, morose sort of smile finding its way to his expression. One loose tress casts shadows across eye and cheek from the ambient lighting.
Moonlight clears his throat after a moment, resets the slope of his shoulders, and drops his hands back to his sides. ] The scene is too wound up in a group I used to run with. [ His gaze finally lifts again.] Just easier to quit altogether than try and dodge them. [ His smile grows a little more natural. ] I wouldn't have pinned you for a racing fan.
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Date: 2024-03-09 05:12 pm (UTC)He started a little at the sound of Moonlight clearing his throat. The sound broke the spiral that was starting. He was still elevated enough that he had the sick feeling that came with anxiety, but much of his fear calmed when Moonlight spoke, and what was left melted as Moonlight's smile shifted into something less contrived. He was still trying to shake off the funk he started to slide into when he started to speak. ] Oh. I, uh, I'm not. Not really.
[ Emerick's expression shifted slightly so that it was tinged with regret and sadness. His gaze lowered so that he was not meeting Moonlight's eyes, but it was still high enough that at a glance he was still looking at Moonlight. ] I had a friend who was a fan, and he liked to take me with him. [ Emerick had realized years later that it was Callum taking him on dates, courting him in a way that he knew Emerick would be comfortable. Emerick had been made too dense by fear to realize it at the time. ] The races were always exciting and I did enjoy going, but he was the one that kept up with the sport and was knowledgeable. [ Emerick smiled faintly. ] He would talk about what kind of car he wanted to get when he could drive.
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