[ For once it was nothing so morbid: Callum came from a higher social class and his parents could afford to put him into college, and Emerick had to kidnap his own sister and figure out how to balance working three jobs, raising a teenage girl, and somehow making time to sleep. They were fond memories, because they were memories where he was having fun. ]
Yeah, they are.
[ He took a drink of his beer to buy him a moment. It would get weird if he kept talking about it, he knew that much, and he was aware that maybe he was saying a little too much. He didn't mind if Moonlight came to learn much about him - he was a nobody with no prospects and important only to one person - but Callum deserved to live uninterrupted. ]
It was all a while ago, though. I'd rather try to make new memories to look back on.
[ It was tentative, maybe a little probing to see how Moonlight would react, but he was being honest. ]
[ Moonlight pauses in fiddling with the steaks, sets them down, and is still for just a split moment.
He turns back to Emerick, brows raised high. As he curls his hands loosely around the edge of the counter, his head tips again, but this time his expression is a little playful. ]
I think you should, [ he agrees, tone light. He leans forward slightly, body language implying he doesn't mind the idea, and is in fact, terribly curious about this turn. ] Did you have something in mind...?
[ Moonlight isn't entirely sure he heard correctly, because the obvious assumption - to him - is that Emerick is fishing, or at least implying he'd like to make memories with Moonlight. But on the other hand... it's Emerick. He's professional, and reliable, but thus far, the fixer hasn't known him to be assertive at all. ]
[ Emerick watched the other's body language, paying close attention to see if Moonlight was going to shut him down. It was a surprise to him that Moonlight seemed to actually be interested, and seemed to be encouraging him. Moonlight was so far above Emerick's station that surely he had to be misunderstanding this moment. He did his best to hide his surprise. ]
I admit that I haven't given it much thought until recently. [ He hesitated. It was occurring to him what he could lose if he was misinterpreting this, but the memory of Moonlight's lips on his own was still on his mind, and maybe, just maybe that was worth being a little bold.
His tone was more coy than anything else, and it was a miracle he was able to keep his voice from shaking. ] I think this might be a good start.
[ Emerick was implying he wanted to make memories with Moonlight.
The realization startles a sound out of the fixer that is remarkably close to a giggle. He straightens, pushing off from against the counter, and turns back to cooking. The smile, though, remains. After placing either steak in a pan, he looks at the other once more over his shoulder. ] I'm inclined to agree.
[ He fetches a beer for himself from the fridge, pops it open, and leans once again against the countertop, folding one arm over the other. Pearlescent prosthetic fingertips tap idly at his beer. Moonlight tips his head in a look of faintly amused curiosity, studying Emerick, though he doesn't say anything else. ]
[ The sound caught Emerick off-guard. Before he could even process it the litany of insults his father liked to use against him surged into his mind: he as a useless fuck up, a disgusting queer not worth his name. The way his jaw set was the subtle exertion that came from pushing those thoughts away, though it grew so much easier when he saw the smile on Moonlight's face as he glanced back and agreed.
He hadn't expected to get this far, and that much was plain on his face - he was unable to hide the his surprise any longer as he met Moonlight's gaze. ]
[ He can tell Emerick didn't expect his comment to get him anywhere - though he remains surprised the man made the comment in the first place - but Moonlight can also tell Emerick is uncomfortable to some degree. The fixer isn't in the habit of being cruel intentionally (at least not to those who he doesn't think deserve it), but Emerick's wide eyes and disbelief are too much. He has to tease, at least a little. ]
Would you rather I not...?
[ His smile isn't unkind, but there is certainly a mischievous glint in his eye. ]
[ The question was rewarded with Emerick's surprise turning into a genuine deer in headlights stare. He catches the glint in Moonlight's eye and the expression collapses into an embarrassed smile, his gaze lowering as if trying to hide his embarrassment.
He chuckled just a little, then looked back to Moonlight with a smile that was the closest to natural that Moonlight may have ever seen on him. Sure, it was still a little shy, still a little nervous, but he was maybe letting himself believe that this was real. ]
No, I'm... Glad that you do.
[ He considered saying more, but closed his mouth before he started his nervous babbling. Moonlight was teasing him and Emerick knew that he wasn't a particularly hard read. ]
[ Smile lingering still, Moonlight turns back to the steaks to flip them, and tests one of the potatoes with a fork. Satisfied, his attention returns to his guest. ]
I must say... [ The mischievous glint returns, a playful quirk at the corner of his lips. He leans forward slightly, still holding to the edges of the counter. ] Either I misjudged you... or I'm a very good kisser.
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[ Emerick watched Moonlight tend to the food - in truth, Emerick had never had steak before. Sometimes he would splurge and get himself some street noodles but that was about the best he could ever justify to spend on himself. Now he was being treated to this, just as a gesture.
His attention turned back to Moonlight when he spoke up again, chuckling as his gaze shifted down in response to what he'd said. The faint blush on his cheeks grew just a little deeper. He looked back to Moonlight. His smile was slightly embarrassed, but there was a hint of playfulness to it as well. ] Well, you are a good kisser, so maybe? I'm curious why you think you may have misjudged me though.
[ He took another drink of his beer, then leaned forward a little on his elbows after setting it back down. He was almost playfully conspiratorial, but still just a tinge too nervous to quite make it there. ]
[ Moonlight hums thoughtfully, and takes a long sip of his beer. It's a question that's only natural, but it's enough to sober the glow of Emerick's enjoyable company and their playful banter. ]
I hadn't pinged you for the type, is all. [ It's a calculated answer, and not entirely truthful. Moonlight smiles, still, and his posture is relaxed. To most anyone, he would seem as though his guard isn't up. ] Or ratherβ I didn't get the impression I was your type... [ Moonlight lets that hang in the air, checking the steaks once more. ] ...to make memories with.
[ He could be playfully downplaying, since they hadn't been explicit about attraction, but more on Moonlight's mind is his assumption that Emerick had been simply biding his time about the perfect moment to blackmail him. The smile remains, still, faint but present, even as he sets the steaks aside on a plate to rest, and moves to drain the potatoes. ]
What, before tonight did you think I was straight? [ He was teasing, preferring to keep it light rather than let himself fall too far into his own head and ruin this. The smile he had did lessen as he grew more serious, his gaze shifting off of Moonlight as his expression grew thoughtful. ]
I admit that I'm not the type to be so forward, but... [ He paused as if trying to decide if he wanted to continue. ] I have a lot of respect for you, and I admit that I do find you very attractive. I'd like the opportunity get to know you better and see if there could be anything between us.
[ Every word that Emerick said was genuine, his voice trembling with that same shy nervousness that he'd been fighting for this entire interaction. He recognized how much he stood to lose if things didn't work out - even if Moonlight was open to the idea right now, who was to say what would happen in a month? ]
I find it best not to assume. [ Moonlight answers without looking, his tone light, matching Emerick's. He gathers a couple of things from the small fridge, and salt and pepper from a cabinet. There is something thoughtful in the way he moves as he listens to the other continue.
Moonlight hasn't dated anyone - even touched anyone - in years. After Angel's death, Light... hadn't sworn off romance, not consciously, but even the idea of attraction has been off-putting to him. The idea that maybe he feels that stir for a man he was convinced was going to blackmail him... the fixer chooses not to think about that. ]
No harm in seeing where it goes. [ Though, he wonders as he glances towards Emerick, whether he should get the man's hopes up. Unless he's playing the long con, Emerick seems uniquely sweet and earnest for a man who had grown up in Night City. Moonlight supposes that's a solid chunk of the reason he mistrusted Emerick in the first place.
Meal complete, Moonlight puts synth-steak and the mashed potatoes on two plates, and hands one to Emerick, followed by a fork and knife. ] Need another beer?
[ Emerick couldn't recall the last time he'd done anything for himself. Well, that wasn't really true - it'd been nearly a decade ago when he took his sister from their parents' home. After that, he'd never had much room in his life to even think about a relationship. Sure he'd occasionally pay a doll for an empty hour or two - who in this city hasn't - but working multiple jobs to raise a teenager and put her through school didn't afford him much of a social life.
His gaze turned back toward Moonlight when he he speaks again, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling when Moonlight agreed to give this a try. He felt like he should say something here, but what was there to say? Thank you? You won't regret it? That didn't feel right.
Luckily, Moonlight handed him a plate instead, which he took gladly. He glanced at his beer - the correct answer was yes, he could use another (his hesitation said as much) - and shook his head. Some part of him felt guilty for imposing already (yes, he knew he was invited), so he hardly needed to take more from the man. ] I should be okay, but thank you.
[ Moonlight's brows raise, eyes lidded in a look of skepticism. He leans, ponytail swaying over one shoulder, as he eyes Emerick's drink himself. With a pointed glance at Emerick - mock reproachful, playful more than anything - Moonlight turns back to the fridge.
He pops the lid, and sets it next to the first, then sits next to the other man to eat. ] Wouldn't ask if I didn't intend to share, [ he comments, but leaves it that Emerick doesn't have to answer. Instead, he cuts himself a bite of steak, scoops potatoes onto the end, and takes a bite as though he hasn't eaten all day. He hums appreciatively, though waits for Emerick to offer his thoughts. He cooks for himself on a somewhat regular basis, but the only other guest he's ever had was wealthy enough that they could afford to eat out at establishments with nicer food than Moonlight could afford to cook himself. So on top of the strange honor (if it was that) of being the second ever guest in Moonlight's apartment, Emerick is also the first person Moonlight has really cooked for.
He decides not to assign that any meaning, either. ]
[ Emerick shrank a little when Moonlight shot him that glance, guilt painting itself over his features. It was a habit that kicked in before he could even process that Moonlight was being playful. At the point he did realize that Moonlight was teasing, he was embarrassed, and that was when his gaze fell to the counter. He started to loosen up as Moonlight settled in next to him and took his bite.
Emerick hesitated as he picked up the silverware - he couldn't recall exactly when the last time someone cooked for him was. He was almost certain that his sister had cooked for him once or twice, maybe, but he always made sure to push her towards her studies and having a life of her own rather than worrying about chores. Even if she had cooked for him those one or two times, it was still kibble. Emerick's never had something as nice as steak - synth or otherwise. He cut himself a bite of the steak and ate it alone, then a bite of the potatoes. ]
This is really good. My compliments to the chef.
[ He glanced to the man next to him with a small smile. Emerick was trying not to let on how much of a treat this was for him, something he'd never experienced himself. Despite what a treat this was, he took small bites and ate slowly. ]
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Date: 2024-03-23 02:47 am (UTC)Yeah, they are.
[ He took a drink of his beer to buy him a moment. It would get weird if he kept talking about it, he knew that much, and he was aware that maybe he was saying a little too much. He didn't mind if Moonlight came to learn much about him - he was a nobody with no prospects and important only to one person - but Callum deserved to live uninterrupted. ]
It was all a while ago, though. I'd rather try to make new memories to look back on.
[ It was tentative, maybe a little probing to see how Moonlight would react, but he was being honest. ]
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Date: 2024-03-23 06:59 am (UTC)He turns back to Emerick, brows raised high. As he curls his hands loosely around the edge of the counter, his head tips again, but this time his expression is a little playful. ]
I think you should, [ he agrees, tone light. He leans forward slightly, body language implying he doesn't mind the idea, and is in fact, terribly curious about this turn. ] Did you have something in mind...?
[ Moonlight isn't entirely sure he heard correctly, because the obvious assumption - to him - is that Emerick is fishing, or at least implying he'd like to make memories with Moonlight. But on the other hand... it's Emerick. He's professional, and reliable, but thus far, the fixer hasn't known him to be assertive at all. ]
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Date: 2024-03-23 06:24 pm (UTC)I admit that I haven't given it much thought until recently. [ He hesitated. It was occurring to him what he could lose if he was misinterpreting this, but the memory of Moonlight's lips on his own was still on his mind, and maybe, just maybe that was worth being a little bold.
His tone was more coy than anything else, and it was a miracle he was able to keep his voice from shaking. ] I think this might be a good start.
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Date: 2024-08-03 04:57 am (UTC)The realization startles a sound out of the fixer that is remarkably close to a giggle. He straightens, pushing off from against the counter, and turns back to cooking. The smile, though, remains. After placing either steak in a pan, he looks at the other once more over his shoulder. ] I'm inclined to agree.
[ He fetches a beer for himself from the fridge, pops it open, and leans once again against the countertop, folding one arm over the other. Pearlescent prosthetic fingertips tap idly at his beer. Moonlight tips his head in a look of faintly amused curiosity, studying Emerick, though he doesn't say anything else. ]
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Date: 2024-08-04 03:52 am (UTC)He hadn't expected to get this far, and that much was plain on his face - he was unable to hide the his surprise any longer as he met Moonlight's gaze. ]
You... Are?
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Date: 2024-08-04 04:07 am (UTC)Would you rather I not...?
[ His smile isn't unkind, but there is certainly a mischievous glint in his eye. ]
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Date: 2024-08-04 04:36 am (UTC)He chuckled just a little, then looked back to Moonlight with a smile that was the closest to natural that Moonlight may have ever seen on him. Sure, it was still a little shy, still a little nervous, but he was maybe letting himself believe that this was real. ]
No, I'm... Glad that you do.
[ He considered saying more, but closed his mouth before he started his nervous babbling. Moonlight was teasing him and Emerick knew that he wasn't a particularly hard read. ]
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Date: 2024-08-05 01:50 am (UTC)I must say... [ The mischievous glint returns, a playful quirk at the corner of his lips. He leans forward slightly, still holding to the edges of the counter. ] Either I misjudged you... or I'm a very good kisser.
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Date: 2024-08-05 02:46 am (UTC)His attention turned back to Moonlight when he spoke up again, chuckling as his gaze shifted down in response to what he'd said. The faint blush on his cheeks grew just a little deeper. He looked back to Moonlight. His smile was slightly embarrassed, but there was a hint of playfulness to it as well. ] Well, you are a good kisser, so maybe? I'm curious why you think you may have misjudged me though.
[ He took another drink of his beer, then leaned forward a little on his elbows after setting it back down. He was almost playfully conspiratorial, but still just a tinge too nervous to quite make it there. ]
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Date: 2024-08-05 03:50 am (UTC)I hadn't pinged you for the type, is all. [ It's a calculated answer, and not entirely truthful. Moonlight smiles, still, and his posture is relaxed. To most anyone, he would seem as though his guard isn't up. ] Or ratherβ I didn't get the impression I was your type... [ Moonlight lets that hang in the air, checking the steaks once more. ] ...to make memories with.
[ He could be playfully downplaying, since they hadn't been explicit about attraction, but more on Moonlight's mind is his assumption that Emerick had been simply biding his time about the perfect moment to blackmail him. The smile remains, still, faint but present, even as he sets the steaks aside on a plate to rest, and moves to drain the potatoes. ]
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Date: 2024-08-05 03:17 pm (UTC)I admit that I'm not the type to be so forward, but... [ He paused as if trying to decide if he wanted to continue. ] I have a lot of respect for you, and I admit that I do find you very attractive. I'd like the opportunity get to know you better and see if there could be anything between us.
[ Every word that Emerick said was genuine, his voice trembling with that same shy nervousness that he'd been fighting for this entire interaction. He recognized how much he stood to lose if things didn't work out - even if Moonlight was open to the idea right now, who was to say what would happen in a month? ]
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Date: 2024-08-06 04:20 am (UTC)Moonlight hasn't dated anyone - even touched anyone - in years. After Angel's death, Light... hadn't sworn off romance, not consciously, but even the idea of attraction has been off-putting to him. The idea that maybe he feels that stir for a man he was convinced was going to blackmail him... the fixer chooses not to think about that. ]
No harm in seeing where it goes. [ Though, he wonders as he glances towards Emerick, whether he should get the man's hopes up. Unless he's playing the long con, Emerick seems uniquely sweet and earnest for a man who had grown up in Night City. Moonlight supposes that's a solid chunk of the reason he mistrusted Emerick in the first place.
Meal complete, Moonlight puts synth-steak and the mashed potatoes on two plates, and hands one to Emerick, followed by a fork and knife. ] Need another beer?
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Date: 2024-08-07 03:17 am (UTC)His gaze turned back toward Moonlight when he he speaks again, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling when Moonlight agreed to give this a try. He felt like he should say something here, but what was there to say? Thank you? You won't regret it? That didn't feel right.
Luckily, Moonlight handed him a plate instead, which he took gladly. He glanced at his beer - the correct answer was yes, he could use another (his hesitation said as much) - and shook his head. Some part of him felt guilty for imposing already (yes, he knew he was invited), so he hardly needed to take more from the man. ] I should be okay, but thank you.
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Date: 2024-08-21 03:26 am (UTC)He pops the lid, and sets it next to the first, then sits next to the other man to eat. ] Wouldn't ask if I didn't intend to share, [ he comments, but leaves it that Emerick doesn't have to answer. Instead, he cuts himself a bite of steak, scoops potatoes onto the end, and takes a bite as though he hasn't eaten all day. He hums appreciatively, though waits for Emerick to offer his thoughts. He cooks for himself on a somewhat regular basis, but the only other guest he's ever had was wealthy enough that they could afford to eat out at establishments with nicer food than Moonlight could afford to cook himself. So on top of the strange honor (if it was that) of being the second ever guest in Moonlight's apartment, Emerick is also the first person Moonlight has really cooked for.
He decides not to assign that any meaning, either. ]
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Date: 2024-08-28 03:42 am (UTC)Emerick hesitated as he picked up the silverware - he couldn't recall exactly when the last time someone cooked for him was. He was almost certain that his sister had cooked for him once or twice, maybe, but he always made sure to push her towards her studies and having a life of her own rather than worrying about chores. Even if she had cooked for him those one or two times, it was still kibble. Emerick's never had something as nice as steak - synth or otherwise. He cut himself a bite of the steak and ate it alone, then a bite of the potatoes. ]
This is really good. My compliments to the chef.
[ He glanced to the man next to him with a small smile. Emerick was trying not to let on how much of a treat this was for him, something he'd never experienced himself. Despite what a treat this was, he took small bites and ate slowly. ]