Re: Temerity
Rayd studied the side of Astrid's face when her brain started its journey at why and ended at nope. Her conclusion, especially the ride he'd been along for, made the horned twenty-something grin larger than it ought to have. The more Astrid spoke, the more she entangled herself with him, and the more she reasoned through his father's logic made this moment feel intensely fleeting. "That would go over as well as the time Mateo and I snuck back to Earth and spent nearly a day unsupervised in New York," he chuckled at the teenage versions of them, who still would have told you that twenty-two hours of freedom was worth all the punishment. Though, he supposed it wasn't completely real, or at least hadn't happened yet. "Man, I don't remember what music was like now..." he lamented wondering if the decade plus worth of EDM songs he'd danced to were even going to happen again.
"Maybe I can convince my dad to make us one of these rooms," Brayden wondered out loud, his un-ensnared leg wrapping around and adding to the pretzel they'd twisted themselves into. "But with less melting chocolate..." he said then turned his head on its side to face Astrid's. "Unless you like melting chocolate?" he asked with his voice raised artificially high at the end. Speaking of chocolate, Brayden's tongue then escaped his mouth, not unlike a lizard, and Rayd gave the tip of Astrid's nose the tiniest flick. "Mmmhmmm," good chocolate.