[SEMI-OPEN] Better not be the one who falls in love again

[plasticasshole]

Who: Connor and an open prompt (with other closed prompts later)
When: April!
Where: Aefenglom
What: Meteor shower for now
Warnings: None yet


Everyone wants to fly with the fireflies; (April 3rd)
[It's beautiful, honestly. Connor has never seen a meteor shower, nor has he seen the insects that accompany it. They land on him, and he might glow a soft pink or blue in places, or even green. The emotions that accompany the colours don't bother him as much as the folks pushing him towards anyone whose colours match, but he just lets it happen. He was going to meet new people anyway, right? Strangers get small, polite smiles.]

I'm sorry. We could take this time to get to know each other better, and they'll leave us alone?

[Of course, people who know him get a different response-]

Oh. Well, it could probably be worse.

[He's joking. Made (hopefully) obvious by the way he nudges the other person playfully. The Full Moons are nearing, he's feeling a little bit sassy.]

Wildcard;
(I'll write a prompt out if we plot something, or you can write your own! I'd rather keep memory share stuff to the event post when it goes up, but anything else goes! My plurk is novicecity if you want to plan something! As for which colour Connor gets, I'll either RNG it or you can pick~)

Comments

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Oh good. I was fucking worried one of those things would cause...weird shit.

[He can take affection well. Well better than last year, that's for sure.]

Heh. Stop it you dumbass you're gonna make me blush or some shit.

[Wow Hank really knows how to turn on the romance.]

[plasticasshole]

I'd like to see that.

[He nudges Hank, before deliberately leaning into him. Looking up at him with big eyes and a playful smile. He's not stupid, Hank never could resist his eyes.]

I bet you look kinda cute when you blush...

[fuckingpassw0rd]

Oh I ain't falling for that one.

[Hank is falling for that one. After all, everything he has said where Connor has had an opposite view has usually ended with Connor getting his goddamn way. He half-teasingly tries to push him off.]

Can you blush?

[plasticasshole]

[Connor remains plastered against Hank, looking rather smug at the fact that Hank is falling for it.]

Of course I can. But you're not likely to make me do it.

[He pauses.]

Not with words, anyway.

[Wink. He's going to make you blush, Hank.]

[fuckingpassw0rd]

[He feels completely attacked by this.]

Wow. Now I feel all insulted.

[...]

Oh fuck you, Connor. Well not literally. [A pause.] Well, not right now .

[You stupid little annoying - stop trying! Connor is getting an elbow to his side for his efforts. Hank is laughing however, so you know, it's not quite a blush but he looks happy.]

[plasticasshole]

[He'll take laughter. Seeing Hank happy is always a good thing. He could easily fall even harder for that smile if he isn't careful, though.]

Okay, okay. You win for now.

[He's jostled by the elbow to his side, but it doesn't bother him.]

We should probably head home soon. Before something else lands on us.