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: 2024-08-05 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. ]