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Vic (Possibly Bobby later)
Americans liked to celebrate things. Noah had learned this early into his first year in the country. New Yorkers liked to celebrate nearly everything they could validate and get officiated. They had street fairs and parades every single month. Frankly, Noah wasn't completely certain how the city functioned so well with all the festivities it was mired in. But he was positive it must be an exhausting task.
Having only recently returned from Australia, he had not caught up with current events, and just as he had finished unpacking, he had been merrily ambushed by Robert and Victor. They informed him they required his company on an excursion and gave him the required attire. At first Noah had been skeptical, given the clothing was decidedly lacking in completion. However, as he was unaware of where they were going he could not suitably argue against it. It was not until they had arrived at their destination that he understood.
The Pride Festival was similar to what Noah had seen in passing in Sydney. Boisterous people, colorful booths, and a lot of individuals standing around handing you things for free, asking for signatures or photographs. He could tell Robert and Victor were enjoying themselves. And while he didn't think he could ever enjoy himself so in such a public setting, he was not having an unpleasant time either.
They had paused to rest in an outdoor cafe, ordering cool refreshments and watching the crowd go by. Robert talking non stop and Victor contributing to the conversation with an enthusiasm that was rare. Or at least, Noah very rarely heard him sound as such. A passing band had the brunet jumping up from his chair and running off to join some dance Noah was sure being continually unaware of would not cause any hindrance for him socially.
Fifteen minutes later, the area was slightly less energetic, but still relatively crowded. Noah watched people go buy in pairs, in groups, with signs, and intertwined. Otherwise enjoying themselves and the peace that came with understanding such an integral part of who they were.
He stretched, noting the feel of eyes on him, and relaxed back into his seat. He idly caught his straw by the tip and spun it in his glass. "We should go on a date," he said, without preamble.
Having only recently returned from Australia, he had not caught up with current events, and just as he had finished unpacking, he had been merrily ambushed by Robert and Victor. They informed him they required his company on an excursion and gave him the required attire. At first Noah had been skeptical, given the clothing was decidedly lacking in completion. However, as he was unaware of where they were going he could not suitably argue against it. It was not until they had arrived at their destination that he understood.
The Pride Festival was similar to what Noah had seen in passing in Sydney. Boisterous people, colorful booths, and a lot of individuals standing around handing you things for free, asking for signatures or photographs. He could tell Robert and Victor were enjoying themselves. And while he didn't think he could ever enjoy himself so in such a public setting, he was not having an unpleasant time either.
They had paused to rest in an outdoor cafe, ordering cool refreshments and watching the crowd go by. Robert talking non stop and Victor contributing to the conversation with an enthusiasm that was rare. Or at least, Noah very rarely heard him sound as such. A passing band had the brunet jumping up from his chair and running off to join some dance Noah was sure being continually unaware of would not cause any hindrance for him socially.
Fifteen minutes later, the area was slightly less energetic, but still relatively crowded. Noah watched people go buy in pairs, in groups, with signs, and intertwined. Otherwise enjoying themselves and the peace that came with understanding such an integral part of who they were.
He stretched, noting the feel of eyes on him, and relaxed back into his seat. He idly caught his straw by the tip and spun it in his glass. "We should go on a date," he said, without preamble.