Who: Scott and Guy What: Something that might kind of possibly be a date... Where: Some hole in the wall bar When: Saturday night Warnings: TBD? Possible weapons-grade adorableness?
Scott's gaze dropped from the male across from him at the small table to the drink in his hands. He really enjoyed hanging out with Guy. They had a lot in common, and they could talk about reincarnates and crazy legends. They could also not talk about any of it and just be normal people, which is what they did more often than not. Scott needed a little normal in his life, and it seemed like maybe Guy did too. Not a lot, just a little. Of course that was based on his own odd definition of normal too, but it worked.
They'd caught a concert in New York, which was usually a good meeting place, and certainly not short on entertainment. Afterward, before they could have any awkward goodbyes or an equally awkward conversation about what to do now, he'd suggested going out to this small bar he'd frequented before. Which was were they found themselves now, with a couple drinks to loosen them up. Not that that was something Scott needed usually, but he wasn't entirely certain what they were doing here. As much fun as they'd been having, it was also a bit ambiguous, and he was starting to wish it wasn't.
"I forgot to ask, how's Toothless?" he tried to turn the topic of conversation back to him so it didn't seem like he was talking about himself too much, or talking too much altogether. Of course, this might seem like he was being too random, or too inquistive or too something else he hadn't thought to worry about yet. This was where ambiguity got him, all turned around. He was pretty sure he could feel Mordred in his mind, rolling his eyes.