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@hamada-tadashii
⟅ ⚜ He said he would bring Adam to one of these things. Of course, he had been to one before. . . Some decades ago. . .
Okay, so perhaps he was not so keen on attending one of these things. It was nice when it first started with the black and white, but technicolor opened up everything and the language paired with certain subjects became too chaotic. He never has time for these-- it is better to listen to music, read, drink-- But since meeting Tadashi, Adam’s mind had changed. He wanted to dive into their culture, to understand to be a part of their life better. . . A sweet notion. A ridiculous one. He could not admit it outright, for fear of the very one finding out how foolish he is. Dashi already refers to him as being old, and being a tree. A ‘dweeb’ as he would put it. After defining this word in the more recent dictionary; Socially inept, boring, studious-- [funny how this was Adam’s long passed steed’s name] Adam learned very quickly he had to change some things. Not change who he is per-say, but at least educate himself about the generation Tadashi belongs to.
Owning trades in companies that relate to younger generations with their products, it could use as a good cover for Adam’s reasoning into delving into this little project of his. He does not want them to know how desperate or ‘whipped’ this might portray him to be. However, Adam is determined to make the effort, all whilst gaining their affections.
He is already quite ridiculous. If anything else ‘out of the ordinary’ happens-- he is sure to make them snap, potentially chase them away. At least, that is how Adam feels. He does not doubt Dashi’s loyalty, rather he might come to realize what is most practical. What is in his own best interests, which would be... To drop Adam completely.
But Adam will not let any of this happen! He will try---
So here they are... Attending one of these things. Adam had read up on pop culture, he knew Tadashi had never seen this film before-- and according to pop culture, this is one of those that is essential to ‘ their culture’ to know. Yes.
Adam... Rented out an entire movie theater for the hour. Just so they could show Star Wars.
It has been ages since the old prince has been to the theater. So much has changed. People used to smoke, they would show the news. It would be loud, overly crowded. So many unpleasantries going on. The film hurt his eyes--the music would be off tune for the systems. However, seeing it now...
Everything has advanced!!! The volume is almost too realistic, it puts Adam in a momentary state of panic. Gripping the provided armrests, eyes widening, emitting a loud gasp--Adam’s chest heaves. Attempting to read the fast approaching English on the screen. He is a little dizzy by the perspective, but it is all at once thrilling--
OH! The realism!! If Tadashi looked now, he might see the look of utter amazement on Adam’s face. Similar to a child witnessing a magician.
After some time, the prince’s eyes begin to wonder. Wanting to have a look at Tadashi’s face. To see if this is worthy, if he has proven himself yet. Still a dweeb??
Peering over, Adam watches their gaze. Focused on the screen-- staring at them a long moment, watching their expressions fondly. He must be enjoying it, for they remain fixated-- a faint smile takes shape on the strawberry blonde’s lips. He likes this. Them. Their time together--
And he likes them, quite a bit. Not because of the obvious-- Of course they resemble something of Adam’s past, the likeness is uncanny. Their voice, some of the ways they make expressions, their brother. Adam finds little things here and there that would remind the prince of someone he once loved, someone he lost... And how unfair that tragedy was, but for Tadashi here.
Adam is beginning to . . . daresay fall for this. Their quirks in this time, the other expressions that the older did not make. Their vocabulary, what events and objects they have had experienced and accessed. The prince is beginning to love them for who they are now-- it is unsettling, and Adam is still just yet to realize. But what he does realize, is that he wants this. Them. He will prove himself, however long it takes. Studying them just a bit longer, in a discreet way, Adam stops paying his attentions to the film completely, only so he can try to make this one, very brave move...
Flexing-- aching, Adam looks down at their hands. Having had their fill of popcorn. It is evident since their hands now rested on their armrest. So close to his own. It makes Adam’s heart swell at the thought. He intentionally brushes his knuckles against theirs. It is quick, it is a test to see. Like a toe dipping in water to whether jumping in may be a good idea. The brief contact sends a child. For some reason, hand touching-- holding, the entire idea makes Adam’s face heat up.
Like some child holding a fondness for a classmate of theirs, a typical trope. Adam senses he is fulfilling it, but it cannot be helped. His hands are outlets and inlets at once, they are sensitive-- they are an expression that is not to be taken lightly.
Blue eyes flick over just after making his little test. Looking to see if they may shifted from him-- Sighing, the prince smiles to himself. They do not seem to mind?
He closes his eyes with a solid blink and dives in-- fixing to grasp the top of their hand, casually. But just as his palm comes down, it is met with the lingering heat of their fingers. The hard surface of their arm rest. Quoi! Looking over, panicking-- had they noticed!!! ??
No, they just retracted to cover their mouth in order to yawn. Ok. Adam takes a moment to yawn himself, making another leap of faith-- he stretches up high with his long arm. Classic in his intent-- he begins to put an arm over the top of their backrest... Put in doing so he notices them pulling away. What!?
Looking over, worry all over his face-- Maybe he is going too far, but then he realizes them pulling away to sneeze. Adam nearly takes the plunge to wrap his arms completely around them, but they are already standing-- walking away to take a break of some sort. And Just as Adam reaches for them, he quickly meets himself in an aggressive self embrace.
Muttering lowly to himself ❝ mon dieu... ❞.
The moment Tadashi returns, Adam without a thought. Not even casual. Returning to him the title of --
dweeb
--grabs Dashi’s hand very rather hastily, without hesitation. Pulling their coupled palms, to his arm rest. Softly grazing a thumb over their knuckles. Holding them like they might disappear from him again. Looking over at them to see their expression, chest heaving-- he studies to see what they think. Realizing his mistake...
He forced this. It is ingenuine. Nodding to himself, he lets his hand go limp, just incase they may want to pull away... But as he relaxes, he starts to feel their pulse against his wrist. Beating. Adam is certain his pulse is too fast to tell, and if they can tell then they must know how nervous he is. He just wants to make them happy, and spend his time iwth them. is that so hard to convey??
Allowing long fingers to shift more comfortable, and become animated. They graze of their theirs-- the connection of their fingerprints [individuality],, the creases within their palms-- the direct heat from it... it all melds and combines. Just this touch alone stimulates, releasing much needed enorphins into the prince’s blood stream, seeming to purify him in a way. Making him feel far more mortal-- like he belongs here. Because he does belong here, doesn’t he? Smiling faintly to himself... Okay, dweeb he shall be. He will accept this other nickname if they feel they need to dub him again with another. Adam is just ecstatic to be here with them, and grateful that they allow him near them--
Timid nature getting the best of his confidence. Anxiety ruling that it is better to have them come to him, rather than force such interaction. -- the effects of their contact provide a dizzying sensation. Dropping his eyes to the chair in front of him, hoping to refocus-a gracious smile appears. He does not force himself to look at them, it is too difficult.
❝ Thank you.❞ Adam whispers, giving their hand a gentle squeeze, before softly allowing himself to slip from their grasp.Just incase this too uncomfortable.⚜ ⟆
