Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
Reece had no idea when NIN were a thing. Probably when he was a kid? It seemed like some weird '90s thing. But, people hadn't been like, making vinyls then. So maybe it was from earlier. God. Did people make this kind of music in the, like, '70s? He didn't know. He liked the beat too. And the hunger. Even though it was kind of scary and aggressive. But, whatever. It was a record store. Reece couldn't decide if record stores were always playing something weird or if NIN made it stand-out. He didn't really have time to mull. I mean, even if he was a muller, he wouldn't have had time. Because the man at the microphone was talking.
And then the man at the microphone was Cat. Kyle. Cat? Cat. Was Cat. And Reece was on autopilot as he followed her (fuck, him?) to the crates of sleeves. Did he just sort of stand there, awkwardly, and watch as Cat picked the crate up? Yes. Was it wrong to like, idk, not mind staring? A little guiltily, he met her eye, much more like, almond-shaped now. He looked away, super casually, until she passed the soundtrack to The Empire Strikes Back to him. Good, a distraction. Or another distraction, because Cat's p...erfume smelled familiar and Reece glanced up from the record that should pretty much be making him jump up and down. Cat was leaning there, another weird mix of masculine and feminine, and—when she complimented the beard, Reece laughed another nervous laugh. "Yeah..." He turned the record sleeve over, forcing himself to look at it again. "This is cool. But, I have no idea how to work a record player." Ancient tech had never interested him.
He waffled a moment, just holding the thing and looking at it, before he finally looked back at Cat. "Is this like, what you used to wear?" He asked like he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't. "I mean, like, the perfume." Was that a weird thing to notice? "I mean. I think. That it smells like it. Probably." He lifted up the record. "This is pretty cool."