It did not occur to Simon that he could be referred to as pretty. Maybe this won't be truly horrible. If anything, there's no stakes. Actually, the stakes are negative.]
[ With his video turned off, he could relax a little. Exhale. Shake out his hands that had gotten a little sweaty. Something like this hadn't ever happened before. Most people really didn't even engage in a conversation with him, let alone successfully be propositioned by him. Or at least, successfully get them to come over to his apartment. It was time to pace and talk to himself cause he didn't really know what he was doing. He could be hospitable, for sure, but how do you go from that into the hot stuff? He wasn't sure. So, he aimlessly paces and nibbles on the knuckle of his index finger. What should they talk about? Should he go straight into conspiracy theories and aliens? What about comic books? Rock music? Food? Food. Food was always a good topic. Actually, he'll just make sure he has all of his snacks set out along with.. everything they'll need in case this goes well.
Aaaand, yeah, that's the door so he'll wiggle out his fingers and open up the door. ]
[poor alfred is hemming and hawing about this... and simon is just
he may as well be reading the poor boy's name off of smudged ink on his palm at this rate]
Yeah! That's me.
[He quirks a confused eyebrow in America's direction.
What he doesn't realize is, while he's not off-put by the other's appearance, he doesn't look like the kind of person who would make Simon Laurent feel anything strongly. To be fair, that's probably a good thing, considering that at the very least, there's no hatred or negative emotions here. Just teenage confusion. Simon steps inside, adjusting his left sleeve. Sure, he's secured a knife in there because he busted one of the holsters on in his belt parkouring or whatever (don't worry, it's sheathed), but he can't go on letting it get loose in there.]
[ Don't worry. Alfred's place is.. loaded.. with plenty of weapons. Plenty of guns. None of them are visible (besides maybe a shotgun for decoration) but for the most part his apartment would look like any place someone his age would have. It's not the cleanest— mostly unorganized and not like nastay or anything BUT he's got plenty of other stuff on his walls and shelves. Collectibles, comic books, MANY pop culture references. It's a bit of chaos. Chaos, but wealthy chaos. Like one of those articles with a millennial purchasing a home because of an inheritance.
He's not hesitant to take one of Simon's hands and shake it. Simon might notice his handshake is firm and strong. ]
Hell yeah, that's me! Come on, let's sit down and talk for a bit!
[ And as quick as that hand went to shake Simon's hand, he's not letting go of his hands guiding him to the futon he has in the living room with quite the impressive television set up. It's a huge screen.
As for his attire, he's extremely casual. Just a nice fitting, blue shirt with Captain America's shield on it and some denims. ]
What do you like? Did you bring your book with you?
[Simon's mouth hangs open in awe as he experiences a sensation that stuns him into silence, a mixture of bewilderment and nostalgia. This place is a lot less tidy than his own room, but it's similar, and full of many of the things he also loves. He's spend so much time honing his craft and bossing children around that he's forgotten the simple joy of meeting a new person, which he now recognizes that he does indeed miss.
While he doesn't say anything in response at first, America will notice that Simon doesn't let go of the other's hand, instead gingerly squeezing back and allowing himself to be dragged.]
[ While Alfred is usually oblivious to everything, he does take notice that Simon is observing his walls. His head tips to his shoulder, a closed lip but sincere smile on his face. He still hasn't let go of Simon's hand by the time they've seated themselves and steadies his other palm over the other blond's hand.
He's also affection starved. ]
Haha, it's okay, bud. You'll just have to show me another time, buuuut-- You like all the stuff on my walls? I've spent, like, years collecting it all.
[ By years, he means years. There's a lot of antiques in here. He just had a hard time of letting things go sometime. ]
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Date: 2021-06-14 02:24 am (UTC)It did not occur to Simon that he could be referred to as pretty. Maybe this won't be truly horrible. If anything, there's no stakes. Actually, the stakes are negative.]
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Date: 2021-06-14 02:40 am (UTC)Aaaand, yeah, that's the door so he'll wiggle out his fingers and open up the door. ]
H..
Heyhey!! Sii-iimon, right?
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Date: 2021-06-14 02:47 am (UTC)he may as well be reading the poor boy's name off of smudged ink on his palm at this rate]
Yeah! That's me.
[He quirks a confused eyebrow in America's direction.
What he doesn't realize is, while he's not off-put by the other's appearance, he doesn't look like the kind of person who would make Simon Laurent feel anything strongly. To be fair, that's probably a good thing, considering that at the very least, there's no hatred or negative emotions here. Just teenage confusion. Simon steps inside, adjusting his left sleeve. Sure, he's secured a knife in there because he busted one of the holsters on in his belt parkouring or whatever (don't worry, it's sheathed), but he can't go on letting it get loose in there.]
Alfred, right?
What's up.
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Date: 2021-06-14 02:57 am (UTC)He's not hesitant to take one of Simon's hands and shake it. Simon might notice his handshake is firm and strong. ]
Hell yeah, that's me! Come on, let's sit down and talk for a bit!
[ And as quick as that hand went to shake Simon's hand, he's not letting go of his hands guiding him to the futon he has in the living room with quite the impressive television set up. It's a huge screen.
As for his attire, he's extremely casual. Just a nice fitting, blue shirt with Captain America's shield on it and some denims. ]
What do you like? Did you bring your book with you?
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Date: 2021-06-14 03:15 am (UTC)While he doesn't say anything in response at first, America will notice that Simon doesn't let go of the other's hand, instead gingerly squeezing back and allowing himself to be dragged.]
Huh?
Oh, wow, I... Totally forgot about it.
[a miracle]
Sorry.
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Date: 2021-06-14 03:27 am (UTC)He's also affection starved. ]
Haha, it's okay, bud. You'll just have to show me another time, buuuut--
You like all the stuff on my walls? I've spent, like, years collecting it all.
[ By years, he means years. There's a lot of antiques in here. He just had a hard time of letting things go sometime. ]