Re: The Jaded/The Disaffected
Nicky could decide it was cat and mouse. He could decide it was follow-my-leader. He could decide that he, Nicky, was going to the exact place Emil was ambling just on accident, if he liked. Emil wasn't invested. That sounded dismissive. He had a birthday card in his back pocket which probably gave an indication of how low on the relative priority list Emil put sentiment. He just didn't. It didn't rate, it wasn't up there, he was a fan of cold, hard fact rather than opinion. Or okay. He had opinions. But the way they mattered came more down to Emil's day by day than it did anyone else's, and that wasn't skin off his nose.
"You asked bogus questions," Emil said flatly. "Am I a ball of hate. Do I feel want. Those aren't questions." He had a long, loping kind of stride. He glanced down at Nicky, and wondered if the guy actually flat-ironed his hair. "You don't think those are questions, either." Emil had a bored, cold voice. A little dry. He didn't sound like he talked much, which was a matter of probability, who stopped to ask the bus time from the guy with the mohawk. He didn't need to be un-neighborly, everyone applied a little lateral thinking and settled on how Emil was going to be before Emil got there.
He stopped. A couple of steps shy of the piano car where someone was tinkling the ivories and really going to town with this Orient Express vibe. He looked down at Nicky, coolly. Emil's mouth twisted a little. It was like the kind of almost expression that let you down gently if you got your hopes up it was going all the way out on an actual expression.
"You're trying to get into my jeans." Fact. Emil didn't say anything about it one way or the other. The guy wore a band written from armpit to armpit, he wanted attention. Emil had navy blue hair. Figured people thought he wanted another kind. He made a small dismissive sound in the back of his throat. "I like cash." Which was more detail than Nicky had gotten all night. Emil made a gesture, like, scoot. In there. The piano car.
"Do something. Not to me. If I want my hand in your jeans, I'll put it there. I don't need to ask you to do it for me. Do something. Show a little creativity."