Re: Axel: Eli & Mao
“Ew, neither am I.” Mao doubted he had ever cracked open a bible in his life, not even the ones they put in the bedside stands in shitty motel rooms. What he knew about religion came from television and movies, which was often twisted around for entertainment purposes, or from the news where everyone just seemed crazy. He had been told he was a demon, and he had more than enough reason to believe that was so, but whatever kind of demon he was, he was pretty sure it was not the bible kind. Crucifixes didn’t make him shudder in fear at any rate. Sorry, Jesus.
“What’s weird?” Who knew that to get a good looking guy to cling to you all you needed to do was go to a skating rink? Mao couldn’t remember having an easier time picking someone up. Okay, so maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He had to teach the guy to skate first. “You gotta keep your feet more even,” he coached, unable to keep from looking a little smug, basking in his own superiority.
“Like, just sort of slide your feet, kinda like when you have socks on and are on a hard floor that’s really clean. Except, like, now your feet are a few inches off the ground and have wheels.” Master linguist here, surely his explanations made absolute sense to Eli. How could they not?