"Pretty, pretty, pretty lavender~ But seriously, though, bro. Your hair's gorgeous." The words came with a little nuzzle. He really did like Ty's natural hair color, and it bothered him that Ty didn't. Though he did remember that when they first met, he'd told Kyle that he occasionally did it rainbow for Pride purposes. . . now that, he still wanted to see.
Mmm, snuggles. . . they always helped. Always. "I was actually thinking I might try and tend for parties. . . I mean, I'm open for England, Canada, and the US, so long as they speak English where I am. Travel's not a problem, I can strut my stuff with flair tending, schedule's flexible. . . I wouldn't mind stayin' with you, or splitting my time between here and your place. . . I dunno what Soren wants. I'm just glad he's not one of those GASP YOU'RE OF THE DEVIL typ--"
Oh! That's what he'd been forgetting! "Oh! Oh oh oh! Oh! Oh! I remembered! Okay, so get this. Remember that Damien guy? I met him recently, and. . . dude. He's the Antichrist. Like, son of Satan. So. . . he's, like, my uncle, in a way. At least. . . I think. I was pretty fuckin' smashed by the end of the night. . ." He giggled a bit. He really shouldn't be proud of letting himself get so utterly drunk around a stranger, especially when the night ended in doing the horizontal tango, but. . . god, it was so much fun. That one moment of recklessness, of forgetting he was somewhere where no one could save him if something went completely awry. . . it was the lack of fear that he had back home, and it certainly helped a bit.