groove killer ↠ cameron & angel {dmc}
lietzcameron:
[[ The reaction he gets from Angel when he speaks is more than enough to recover from the awkwardness Cameron feels, standing there lost on the outside edge of the dance floor, looking towards the tables. ]] Angel. [[ He smiles, the tension flowing from his shoulders as he takes a seat next to his friend. ]] Much appreciated, my friend.
[[ Angel jumps right into it, and Cameron’s grateful for it. The sensory overload that comes with a party like this makes it particularly challenging for Cameron to find something useful to say, or at least something situationally appropriate. His default is rhyme scheme, meter, narrative tone – less club and more library – so he’s grateful for the jumping off point. He leans back in the chair, and switches the eye patch to his other eye, suspending the pretense of the evening. ]] I thought it was brilliant; I don’t know why I haven’t heard you sing more often. Is this what I’m missing on these karaoke nights I’ve been hearing about?
[[ Cameron knows the answer is that he’s a homebody, and his primary haunts are limited to the dining hall, the library, and his classroom. He knows Angel had been a singer before D-Day, but he’s never heard an actual performance, with all the stage lights and the microphone and all. Definitely his loss. ]] And how’s your night been besides that? Licking your wounds doesn’t seem to be too painful. [[ He isn’t the least bit competitive, but the teasing makes him laugh. ]]
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[Angel is as fickle and sensitive as a celebrity nature often dictates; when it comes to flattery he is very easily pleased. And Cameron has a terribly earnest quality, something about him that absolutely beseeches you to trust him. Even though Angel had sought out the compliment on his performance, he wholeheartedly believes that Cameron really means it. Ego sufficiently stroked, Angel all but glows.]
Thank you, thank you. [He croons, head inclined as if he’s anything close to humble.] Y’know, I ain’t been to a karaoke night here yet. Maybe I’ll have to drag you to the next one, eh?
[Angel loves karaoke; it’s silly and fun and it gets people in a good mood. He’s mostly teasing about dragging Cameron along; though he doesn’t know the man particularly well, he’d wager that karaoke isn’t high on his list of hobbies. However, he’s also a supporter of breaking people out of their comfort zones, and might well try to coax Cameron into it some day.
Angel gives a low, lyrical chuckle at his comment about licking his wounds.] Oh, bein’ on stage is better than any medicine for me. Can’t say I’m an enormous fan of gettin’ me arse kicked, but most people seemed to have a real ball durin’ the Games and that’s what counts. I wouldn’t imagine it’s your cuppa tea either, though, eh? You strike me more as a ‘pen is mightier’ type. [And the Games are definitely not a creative or intellectual pursuit, as far as Angel is concerned.]
