the (little) things we’ve lost || roy & angel
@roy--walters:
[Roy shrugs his shoulders.] I didn’t say I had no interests, I just said I didn’t have many interests I could still do. And like. I didn’t love camping back then, but like… I miss it, if that makes sense. [He doesn’t know why he’s really trying to defend his feelings about all this. He knows Angel is teasing him.] And I dunno, I guess I’ve been trying to be more… introspective? Figure things out a bit, you know?
[He’s honestly glad it’s Angel that’s come across him and not some other Elite because he really wasn’t ready to head to his room. He shifts, relaxing a bit when he sees that Angel is also relaxed and doesn’t look like he’s in any rush either.
He gives him a nod, just a slight grin across his face.] Well, good to know. If I ever find a car, I’ll remember to ask someone else for help with it. [Why can’t he just call it a party. Though it could be interesting, he thinks briefly. Roy laughs,] Somehow you calling it a school dance makes it sound even less enticing than when you called it a soiree. [He’d probably go though, because at least it’d be something fun. But he definitely wasn’t much of a dancer.] Mmm… I’m not really great at finding dates. ‘Cus like, that requires confidence and people who’d want to go on a date with you and I don’t have a lot of either of those things. [Not to mention he’d only ever been on like, one date and that definitely wasn’t even a date as more like an awkward lunch with someone he barely had any interest in.] But that’s cool that they’re doing like, a party thing. Is that for anything specific or like, just a morale booster since things have seemed a little tense around here lately?
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[Angel nods appreciatively at Roy’s comment about trying to be more introspective. That’s good, he thinks. Introspection is always a good thing, and particularly in Roy’s case it is probably vital to his wellbeing. Angel understands better than most how isolating it can be to feel like your body doesn’t truly belong to you any more. It’s not just social isolation, it’s something far more personal, and it takes a lot of strength to hold fast in the face of it.]
Well, I could call a spade a spade, but post-apocalyptic pub party just seemed a little morbid. [Angel flashes a crooked grin. What’s in a name, after all. Dressed up in the floweriest language, it’s still got elements of the depressing about it: parties these days serve as reminders of all the things that are missing. But Angel thinks that it’s encouraging, too; maybe parties these days don’t have bass heavy speakers and light shows and top shelf spirits, but it seems like a beacon of human nature. Even in the face of adversity, they’re finding ways to have fun.]
How d’you know there ain’t a lot of people wantin’ to go on a date with you, if you’re so lacking in confidence that you don’t ask? [Rejection has never bothered Angel. He hadn’t faced it particularly often, especially compared to the amount of times he’s put himself out there. But when it does happen, it’s not the end of the world. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that.] It’s meant to be a victory party for Delma’s win in the Games, so I’m sure there’s plenty of people from the losing houses lookin’ to get cheered up by an offer of sweet romance. People do take the Games awfully seriously.
[Not Angel. He’s a lover, not a fighter, so it surprised nobody that he was almost immediately shot down. He doesn’t much care one way or the other for the occasion of the party, but he’s looking forward to performing. It’s been a long time since he’s been on stage, and that’s where he thrives.]