07-12-2017, 11:40 PM
Navana tilted his head back at the words, his jagged cut hair sliding away from his pale face.
His eyes were narrowed at the other male, the pale almost white blue more ice like in intensity then color.
He could see the facade behind the mask, but only very little. Ryan was so dammed good at playing his role and Navana briefly wondered if he wasn't be bested at his own game.
"Fine. I'll come eat with you, but do us both a favor and stop playing nice. For one, it isn't working, and two, it's creepy. You're like a stepford wife...husband...whatever".
Navana stood, stretched lazily and strode past Ryan into the dinning room.
"Come on, come on, let's get this over with", he demanded, his own voice wasn't as deep as Ryan's but it was exactly soft either and he knew how to make it carry around a room.
"You obviously do not realize just how important the robbing of hookers and stealing of pixilated luxury cars, really is...", Navana decided to dig into his food without actually waiting, though he also made an effort to eat cleanly. He wasn't that much of a slob; even though the snack bags littered around the house told a different story.
He watched Ryan and dispute the fact that he had panned on just eating quickly and quietly; Navana wasn't a quiet person by nature so that was farfetched of itself, he swallowed and opened his mouth.
"Why are you so nice, anyway? Or, rather why do act so nice? I mean why put in the effort? Ya know, there's a clause that says that if one doesn't procreate in five years, then maybe you'll get assigned a new partner".
Navana grinned him then, "Wanna play nice for the next four and half years, then stop acting so goody-goody. I mean I can tell that you wanna have kids, but I'm telling ya outright... It ain't gonna happen with me".
(Sorry for the longish post, and hopefully it isn't boring. Sometimes my post will be short I think, it depends on the creative juices and all)
His eyes were narrowed at the other male, the pale almost white blue more ice like in intensity then color.
He could see the facade behind the mask, but only very little. Ryan was so dammed good at playing his role and Navana briefly wondered if he wasn't be bested at his own game.
"Fine. I'll come eat with you, but do us both a favor and stop playing nice. For one, it isn't working, and two, it's creepy. You're like a stepford wife...husband...whatever".
Navana stood, stretched lazily and strode past Ryan into the dinning room.
"Come on, come on, let's get this over with", he demanded, his own voice wasn't as deep as Ryan's but it was exactly soft either and he knew how to make it carry around a room.
"You obviously do not realize just how important the robbing of hookers and stealing of pixilated luxury cars, really is...", Navana decided to dig into his food without actually waiting, though he also made an effort to eat cleanly. He wasn't that much of a slob; even though the snack bags littered around the house told a different story.
He watched Ryan and dispute the fact that he had panned on just eating quickly and quietly; Navana wasn't a quiet person by nature so that was farfetched of itself, he swallowed and opened his mouth.
"Why are you so nice, anyway? Or, rather why do act so nice? I mean why put in the effort? Ya know, there's a clause that says that if one doesn't procreate in five years, then maybe you'll get assigned a new partner".
Navana grinned him then, "Wanna play nice for the next four and half years, then stop acting so goody-goody. I mean I can tell that you wanna have kids, but I'm telling ya outright... It ain't gonna happen with me".
(Sorry for the longish post, and hopefully it isn't boring. Sometimes my post will be short I think, it depends on the creative juices and all)