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LOVE IN THE TIME OF SOCIALISM (lo'ak!)

content — FLUFFFFF! i would listen to him for hours dpwm. as someone who is always talked over, this hit home, but i love making others feel heard. like fuck what everyone else is saying, i wanna head you.

mindless chatter, going through one ear and out the other, is all that surrounds you. you see mouths moving but there's not a single string of words that you're able to process.

none of them but his. you watch him with soft eyes and the tiniest smile of fondness adorning your face. every word that leaves his lips is plastered to the surface of your mind, your brain working overtime to store everything that is heard from the boy across from you.

the one who's ears flatten when he's interrupted once again, probably for the fifth time in the last minute, honestly would be considered lucky if he gets a sentence out without being cut off.

the pretty boy before you who rolls his eyes when neteyam starts another story that everyone seems to find more interest in than his own.

it's frustrating that he waited patiently for everyone to finish talking to finally have the spot light and as soon as he does, the wires are cut and he's shut in the dark once again.

it also hurts. what a discouraging realization to have, looking around you to find that everyone couldn't care less about what you have to say or the stories you're eager to share.

so he goes quiet, leaving neteyam to continue his dramatic story telling about the things he's experienced from his home in the forest, your metkayina friends listening intently but there's only one voice you want to hear right about now.

"you said you ended up getting lost? then what? you can't just leave it at that, especially during the best part." though your words don't stop the conversation that surrounds the both of you, it sure does gain the attention of a certain someone.

his ears pipe up unintentionally at your enthusiasm for what he has to say, even more flustered at the fact that you actually recalled parts from his story.

he can't help the way the corners of his lips twitch into a smile before he moves to sit next to you on the rock you're perched on.

the way his hands move around as he exaggerates his words is almost as comical as his tail swaying when he gets to a specific part of his story, one that he has to stand for to add to the climactic experience because he just can't tell it sitting down. it's just too exciting.

he can't stop talking and you can't stop listening, your beam never fading, not even once and lo'ak is loving it. he's loving you. you make him feel special and more importantly, heard. you hear him and he sees you. all he sees right now is you and all you hear right now is him.