Re: The Jaded/The Disaffected
Emil knew Nicky was frustrated. Nicky didn't need to play it for an audience, frustration was where Emil's brand of apathy lived. It was provoking that he couldn't be provoked. It rose people's ire that he couldn't be made to rise. It wasn't a put on, Emil just didn't see a lot in the world getting worked up about. Life was going to be life, shitty or not whether you liked it or you didn't and apathy had a lot going for it. So he got the guy with his daddy's complex was feeling like Emil had climbed up his nose. It was a common reaction. Maybe it didn't turn Nicky on, maybe it did, that was entirely up to Nicky and Nicky's kinks.
Emil shrugged. Slightly tight given his hands were in his 'pits and he was wrapped up around himself like a spider in a web. "No big deal." What Nicky wanted. Emil wasn't a sit-tight kind of guy. He didn't wait. He paced instead. He couldn't foresee a moment where just sitting was the preferable course of action. He listened to the piano a little, his eyelids flickering half-mast. Emil liked piano. The drippy kind they played over telephone hold music, and the kind they ran in elevators. He liked the real kind too, the pause in between places, the wrong notes. Life had a lot of wrong notes in it, but his face remained sullenly opaque and what Emil liked or he didn't like was between Emil and - well. Emil.
Okay, Nicky-boy. Creativity. Emil cracked one eye more widely open, and regarded Nicky's bare palm with vague disinterest. He wasn't into card tricks. Prestidigitation was a scam on sidewalks for stupid tourists. Like a tax. The ring lit up. Emil hadn't met a piece of jewelry that issued purple smoke, but this piece did. Nicky's bare, pink palm looked less like a school-kid's under a sweep of purple smoke, and the temperature dropped sharply. Emil shivered. It was a normal bodily function, get cold, shiver. Emil was also wearing cheap jeans and cheap shoes with his woollen sweater, so it wasn't like he was all that warm to begin with.
He looked at Nicky's face when the money magicked into being. Looked the right size, for five hundred bucks, he guessed. Emil had never even seen five hundred bucks. He hadn't even seen two hundred all that often. Emil's own remained unexpressive. He looked at the money, at Nicky's smirk. Thought briefly, (a little meanly) that this was probably how Daddy showed his affection - cash.
"Thanks." Picked it up off Nicky's palm in long, cold fingers and stuffed it into his pocket. Front this time, interior. You could take things out of a back pocket. "Not what I meant, but thanks. So what are you?"