@blamcity liked for an au starter!
The streetlights are tons of noise, noise, noise that Boyfriend can’t get enough of. Usually he submerges himself within them, within the rap battles and events that are carried within them — he dives deep and overwhelms himself with it like as if they’re some kind of drug that can block out all other senses that he has. And in a sense, maybe that’s exactly what they do, serving the purpose of making it so he can’t feel or think about anything else in a world that’s been overwhelming to him for years. Constant motion may make others sick, making them plastered all over the ground, but he drinks it all in as if he’s addicted and can’t get enough of it.
Even now from a rooftop a little ways away from a venue, he’s itching. His pursed lips contain an e-cigarette that he uses to chase it away, but despite the euphoria flooding through his brain, when he breathes out he finds that the itching still remains. Still, Pico’s not quite like him, not a big fan of crowds, not a big fan of those large venues and so Boyfriend adapts, because there’s a choice that he makes there and the choice, to him, is obvious. He sits and he watches instead like a cat observing its territory, making sure everything’s all-clear.
The most relaxed that he feels is when he’s by Pico’s side, because he knows that he’s watching his back. Even still, he doesn’t like the silence too much.
He beeps, just for the sake of making a sound, fiddling with the e-cigarette within his hands before placing it within his pocket, glancing to Pico at his side. He’s never demanded eye contact from him, which helps, but probably it’s because he understands that both of them need to watch everything like a hawk. They do seem to be alone here... And for Boyfriend, alone should probably be comforting like it is to Pico.
But the world seems so big, so vast, without any bodies inhabiting it.
