L'ange et ses cornes.

“Yeah? I’ll try and keep that in mind mister man– and I hate to disappoint already but if you want me making you meals then it’s only going to work out well if you want it poured out of a decanter, or a flask, into a glass and over ice. Otherwise? I might burn down the kitchen– especially if I have to try and figure out what the hell a vegan meal consist of.” He said with a light laugh before continuing, “Yeah, I’ll give you that. Plus, I don’t really trust people that prefer kindle’s to real books– and I don’t even read for pleasure. But yeah, we can handle big words and long ass names. I say bring ‘em on.” Almost acting like a small child, Michael instantly nudged him back with a little snort of his own before letting himself fall closer while they walked to lay an arm over the actor’s shoulder so he could pull him into his side while they walked. “Speaking of long names, you have yet to give me something I can call you so unless you want me to stick with Goof or something like Pornmeister, or Popcorn Dick, then you might want to, I don’t know, let me know what your name is? Oh, and don’t hate me– but I’ve never watched RuPaul’s Drag Race…” Giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, he decided to keep the embrace as he laughed again at the snort. “Call it what you want Pornmeister, your snort is still cute.”

“ Yeah- we’ll put a pin in that.. Definitely not letting you cook. I’ve got a large repertoire for cooking, so no worries on that one. But should..I ever need a very stiff drink - I definitely know where to go.. “ - Keagan laughed as he dropped his head at his own joke, continuing to walk along at a reasonable pace, as he lead Michael towards his car. Once he felt his strong arm around him however, he couldn’t keep his heart from starting to race a mile a minute.. It was comforting to be touched, and pulled close. Friendly or not- though it definitely gave him the idea that ..potentially, Michael was flirting. “ Keagan Horne.. - though Popcorn dick sounds hilarious as a nickname.. Which..I’ve never had. I mean Keagan is the closet thing to a nickname I have, because it’s my stage name- birth name being Cooper. Which funnily enough, out of all my siblings, I am the only one- in my opinion, who didn’t get a fucking Irish sounding name.. Kelsey, and Ashleign - my twin brothers, and Charisma, my little sister.. And my name is Cooper. So I said screw you when I got to Hollywood, and Keagan was born. What’s more Irish sounding? I couldn’t sound more Irish unless my name was like.. I don’t know.. Shamus.. “ - he laughed loudly, turning to half bury his face in the man’s shoulder, before lifting his head.

@Keagan

“Those are some dangerous words to say to me so… just know you’ve been warned,” Michael mused with a light laugh as he rolled his eyes, “and the name’s Michael, newly met psych major is too much of a mouthful; and not in the good way.” It was, honestly, refreshing to be able to tease back and forth with someone without having to worry about saying something wrong. It was obvious at this point that his sense of humor was a bit on the inappropriate side, that and he could be a bit flirtatious, but the other young man didn’t seem to mind it so he thought nothing of it; he certainly wasn’t about to dial it down just for some social pleasantries. “Seriously? I’m glad I don’t look the type, especially since I preferred watching those shows in private…. so I could yell at the T.V. and not be judged for it– and I didn’t have a Buffy t-shirt. Spike maybe, but not a Buffy. Cute snorts by the way.”

“ I’m a man- I can take it. If you can dish it.. I prefer my meals served hot and vegan though so you’ll have to take that into account when dishing. “ - he snickered, but couldn’t help snort again,” Hey We like big words and complex tools of learning such as books, instead of kindle’s.. We can handle some long ass names.. Right? “ - he said teasingly as he nudged his arm just slightly with his own, as he continued to walk,” I completely understand your need to watch things in private without being judged.. I used to be terribly in the closet, so my love for Rupauls Drag Race was uhm.. very private. I couldn’t even watch it in my dressing room. Now I do- but I put in headphones on my tablet. “ - he felt such a kindred enjoyment of the other man’s company.. It was something he hadn’t felt since he’d dated August, and to be fair, he’d never had quite this much of a bond with August.. He fell all over himself with the other man, but now- he felt like he was on equal playing ground.. Perhaps it was because he was out, and he had nothing to hide anymore.. Or perhaps Michael just made it that easy..” Tsh.. Cute Snort. My snorts and laughter are the bane of many a man, but I’m glad my pug snort is cute to you.. Heh.. “- Keagan snorted again, scrunching up his face in mock disdain for the sound.

“You might not want to do that, my imagination can be a very vivid and out-there place,” he teased back with a subtle shake of his head. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. One of those guys? Why do I have the feeling that was not a failed attempt at complimenting my show choice growing up?” Rising from his seat, he stood there for a moment and sized the other young man up before dropping down into a crouch to collect all the books he’d brought with him so he could stuff them back into his duffle. “You know,” Michael said with a teasing smirk as he looked up at the other, “there’s actually been a shit ton of studies on why people hate watching themselves on film, or listening to their voices on recording, so I guess I can see where you’re coming from– but sorry, I’m still going to make you suffer through it with me.” Rising to his feet, his duffle now full and hanging off his right shoulder, he shot the young man a quizzical look before broke down into a laugh of his own; mostly thanks to that little snort. “Your conditions are popcorn and using your own theater? Alright Goof, you’ve got a deal– despite how this sounds like the beginning to a cheesy porno with the hole in the bottom of the popcorn carton and everything. So maybe you were trying to flirt earlier, what with your body of work and all.”

“ That so? Well- it’s never really been my thing to stunt someones creativity, so be as out there  as you want to be.. Newly met psych major. “ - Keagan couldn’t stop himself, this entire conversation was right up his alley. He was grinning from ear to ear, and it felt good, for once to just have fun..to not over analyze a conversation, to not be afraid of interacting with someone.. Michael made it feel easy to just be playful.. And that’s how he liked it.. With a louder snort, the young actor moved slightly to the side as the blond moved to gather his things and pressed his lips together, trying to keep his laughter at bay,” Honestly - all those shows make me think of someone sitting in their room with a group of friends, eating pizza, and wearing like.. a Buffy t-shirt.. clutching their pillows. Like screaming ‘ No Spike! You love her! Angel stop being a douche! ‘ - And when I look at you, I definitely don’t see that.. Which makes it so much better. “ -

This time a genuine laugh rolled off Michael’s tongue as his lips curled into an amused line. “Your body of work? Is that industry talk or are you trying to flirt with some kind of thinly veiled innuendo,” he of course paused to look him over, licking his lips just to play with him, before he looked back up to meet his gaze with a cocked brow, “I’m sorry– did you just say you’re in a show about teenage werewolves?” Michael could have gone along with the assumption that he wouldn’t like it, since he did basically set that up himself, but he as already somewhat enjoying the other’s company so he figured honesty would be the best option. “My holy trinity of shows I used to watch growing? Angel, Buffy, and Charmed so I’ll make you a deal goofy best-friend side kick. If you let me borrow this dvd box set, that they so rudely made you purchase, then you have to watch it with me.”

He couldn’t deny it, but he absolutely loved it when he could get people to laugh, that was why he nearly always played the goofy characters.. The characters that allowed him to make people feel good, or even just snicker at how dumb he was being. “ You know, I’ll leave it up to your imagination. “ - Keagan grinned in retort as he shifted so that his hand was now in his pocket, and he was using the small space between his wrist and pants, to hold onto the book the other young man had handed him. When he’d brought up having watched all those oldschool supernatural style shows- the more lithe brunette had to let out a rather melodic laugh, shifting his stance as he looked him over,” Oh no.. Oh no no no.. You’re one of those guys? “ - he playfully teased as he found the nearest surface, and leaned his body into it,” Oh man- you’re seriously going to put me through that? You realize that’s probably one of the most agonizing forms of torture for an actor? Watching your own work.. That’s like being put through one of the 9 rungs of hell. “ - Keagan snickered- only long enough to choke out a small snort and averted his gaze,” Alright Pig Russian man, you’ve got yourself a deal. I will watch them with you under the conditions that you eat popcorn and view it in my unused theatre.. “

“Yeah, well, technically it’s not my book so,” Michael countered with a loose smirk as he looked the young actor over. Crossing his arms over his chest, now that his hands were free, he straightened out his posture as he lifted his shoulders in another shrug. “Sorry kid, mainstream is not my thing. Well, if I’m honest I just don’t really watch T.V. or movies or crap like that. I’m more the type that likes to torture myself with big worded text books and music. I might just change that up now, just so I can say I met someone whose on prime time.” He gave a weak laugh in reply as he feigned the best smile he could muster; though it was clearly forced. “More like one of those weeks, but yeah… you could say that.”

He couldn’t help but glance to the ground as the other young man even offered him a semblance of a smirk, shaking his head in amusement,” Ah..touche.. “ - Keagan chuckled softly, closing the apparent library book, as he rocked on his heels. “ Well it might be good for me, in case you don't like my body of work..- I mean as a generalization.. you don’t like mainstream so you’re definitely probably predisposition-ed to have a distaste for a show about teenage werewolves , where the lead is a werewolf, and his goofy best friend sidekick, played by yours truly- have to ..fight a plethora of super natural creatures. I mean- I could give you a copy of the dvd box set. Which, ironically I had to buy- despite being a part of the cast. But uh, you could check it out at your leisure.. Maybe it could take the edge off your week- you could even laugh at potentially how uncool my work is.. “

“Really? Well, be my guest,” Michael offered with a nonchalant shrug. His curiosity had been peaked when the other mentioned his shoots, making him either a model, photographer, or actor, but his head was too clouded for him to remember that was a conversational point that he should probably ask about; just to keep it flowing. “Ah, your an actor. I was about to ask you about the whole shoots thing,” which was a lie, “but that makes sense. Hell, I bet acting is more fun than having to deal with all this crap so I wouldn’t even wish it on ya know that I know you don’t actually go here.” He let out a soft sigh as he leaned back a bit, stretching out his back while he spoke, “It’s normally one of my favorites too but today? Just not feelin’ it.”

“ Really? I think you’d be a little unprepared if I took off with your book.” - Keagan chuckled, moving to tuck one of his hands into his pocket as he looked through the book, still balanced in his other hand. “ Yeah- Movies, TV.. that lot.. I won’t go into detail about what ones, but if you don’t recognize my face then you probably don’t watch a lot of mainstream stuff anyway. The most I’ll say is that I’m uh- on prime time tv. “ - the young man smirked thoughtfully as he closed his book, and glanced up at him once more,” Yeah I get that feeling sometimes.. You uh.. just having one of those days..? “

“The Oxford Companion to the Mind,” Michael offered in a loose mumble as he handed the book over, “which is required for my major but I’ve got to be honest with you kid… just reading that shit makes me think I need to switch majors. If your geek-anese, or whatever that is, can understand it maybe I should just pay you to take it for me.”

“ Oh..wow, that’s pretty impressive- I’d probably love to take this with me on long shoots.. “ - Keagan paused as the other young man called him kid, seeming a bit amused by the term, considering he gathered he was either older than him, or nearly the same age. “ I would love to take your class for you however I uh.. definitely don’t have the time. Acting is a pretty steady gig for me, also- I don’t even attend this school so.. I mean I can help- but .. otherwise I’m pretty useless.. Translation wise- that’s easy and fair enough. Psychology honestly is one of my favorite things to read about ..”

“What the fuck, is this book even written in english? It’s like I’m reading Pig Latin translated into Russian or some shit. Jesus…”

What kind of book is that? If you pass it here.. I might be able to see if I can uh.. give you any hints as to what its talking about.. Or translate it.. You know it’s uhm..  - I speak.. a bit of geek-anese too so that might help the situation..