[ a rich rough edged chuckle is the ghoul's first reply to Nick's statement; yeah, impulsiveness does serve him well now and again, and he would have felt... different, about asking Nick to move into Goodneighbor specifically For him, as opposed to just handing him the keys and letting him do as he pleased; that freedom without obligation worked both ways, because Hancock naturally started spending more and more time at Neon Flats as well. They were simply free to enjoy each other's company because they wanted to, not because they had to.
Nick's explicit agreement to pre-discuss the formation of a polycule gets another brighter burst of beach glass and brandy chuckles; he's not exactly gunning for the idea, but it does seem to amuse him. ]
Sounds good, and like I said, don't mean I intend on head-huntin' either. Just watched too much obligation turn into resentment over this kinda stuff, and I don't want that to happen to you n' me.
[ He's more than happy to follow the paralleled statements of Nick's understanding; now he gets the synth experience probably better than any other organic alive, he understands the way Nick's processing works and how he derives and contextualizes meaning and understanding. ]
Yeah, you got it. Know I talk big and bad but... I don't gotta be the only plant in your greenhouse; sure as hell am happy to be, but as long as we all get watered, we all grow. I don't wanna be a reason you ditch a chance for more love n' happiness, and I don't think I'd be happy with a guy who'd feel fine doin' that to me over... what, insecurity? Possessiveness is a killer kink and all, but...
[ He trails off with a vague waving gesture, leaving the background music to complete his point while he drinks more melon punch, and samples some more of the delectable food.
He snaps right back to attention at Nick's explanation of the ring-- that suddenly feels kind of... warm, on his finger? What strange magic is this? Nick just explained the mild radiation, but that shouldn't create a physical sensation, Hancock takes more rads going for a chem run in the rain. He takes another cool sip of punch and lifts his hand, curiously turning the cherished item around his finger with his thumb. ]
What, you kiddin? No way I wanna take it off, now! Not after ya explained all that. Gunna need... I dunno, some kinda radiation-proof case I can hang on my neck or somethin'. This sweet little baby is never leavin' my sights, count on that
[ And he's admiring his ring again, just as though it has a needlessly huge diamond. Actually no, this is even better than some shiny rock .]
That's so unbelievably, fucking romantic Nick! How the hell am I gunna top that? I can't make you a ring outta my insides, that... that doesn't track too good
[ His grin is wild like an unkept garden, overflowing with flowers and thorns. He wants to touch Nick but his hands are busy (punch cup, joint-tube-twirling) so instead Nick gets a spiked coal-colored heel perched upon his thigh; the motion sends those sequins dripping down the ghoul's skin in turn. The move has the equivalent mood of a playfully swatting tiger; affection shown in the inclination to superficially irritate.
It doesn't much sate the ghoul's itch for touch though, so he adds: ]
Think ya can take that off for me? My barks are doggin'
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Nick's explicit agreement to pre-discuss the formation of a polycule gets another brighter burst of beach glass and brandy chuckles; he's not exactly gunning for the idea, but it does seem to amuse him. ]
Sounds good, and like I said, don't mean I intend on head-huntin' either. Just watched too much obligation turn into resentment over this kinda stuff, and I don't want that to happen to you n' me.
[ He's more than happy to follow the paralleled statements of Nick's understanding; now he gets the synth experience probably better than any other organic alive, he understands the way Nick's processing works and how he derives and contextualizes meaning and understanding. ]
Yeah, you got it. Know I talk big and bad but... I don't gotta be the only plant in your greenhouse; sure as hell am happy to be, but as long as we all get watered, we all grow. I don't wanna be a reason you ditch a chance for more love n' happiness, and I don't think I'd be happy with a guy who'd feel fine doin' that to me over... what, insecurity? Possessiveness is a killer kink and all, but...
[ He trails off with a vague waving gesture, leaving the background music to complete his point while he drinks more melon punch, and samples some more of the delectable food.
He snaps right back to attention at Nick's explanation of the ring-- that suddenly feels kind of... warm, on his finger? What strange magic is this? Nick just explained the mild radiation, but that shouldn't create a physical sensation, Hancock takes more rads going for a chem run in the rain. He takes another cool sip of punch and lifts his hand, curiously turning the cherished item around his finger with his thumb. ]
What, you kiddin? No way I wanna take it off, now! Not after ya explained all that. Gunna need... I dunno, some kinda radiation-proof case I can hang on my neck or somethin'. This sweet little baby is never leavin' my sights, count on that
[ And he's admiring his ring again, just as though it has a needlessly huge diamond. Actually no, this is even better than some shiny rock .]
That's so unbelievably, fucking romantic Nick! How the hell am I gunna top that? I can't make you a ring outta my insides, that... that doesn't track too good
[ His grin is wild like an unkept garden, overflowing with flowers and thorns. He wants to touch Nick but his hands are busy (punch cup, joint-tube-twirling) so instead Nick gets a spiked coal-colored heel perched upon his thigh; the motion sends those sequins dripping down the ghoul's skin in turn. The move has the equivalent mood of a playfully swatting tiger; affection shown in the inclination to superficially irritate.
It doesn't much sate the ghoul's itch for touch though, so he adds: ]
Think ya can take that off for me? My barks are doggin'