[Hancock doesn't give him hell about it, and for that Nick's grateful. It's a passing fancy and seems to have caught the ghoul's imagination as well. Nick hadn't considered that he'd be making noise but his imagination was running a little to the left of Hancock's. It's part and parcel of being present with two different Ids, he supposes. (Or, at least, that's what he's going to blame that crazy fantasy on.)]
Oh yeah? [Nick asks as he finds the nerve to pick his head up off Hancock's shin. He huffs another silent laugh and his fingers get back to work, undoing that delicate strap.]
I--uh--Hadn't really thought about that.
[Hancock is all legs and dripping red sequins, flashing in the dreamy light. The smoke curls around him in thin tendrils, a haze like fog on water, and catch the rays the disco ball throws off. Nick can't help but be entranced by the sight. The strap on that other shoe goes slack and lets his good hand wander again, sliding casually back and forth across Hancock's shin. He's not going to take the thing off his chest, but he's still holding the shoe whenever Hancock decides he's had enough.]
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Oh yeah? [Nick asks as he finds the nerve to pick his head up off Hancock's shin. He huffs another silent laugh and his fingers get back to work, undoing that delicate strap.]
I--uh--Hadn't really thought about that.
[Hancock is all legs and dripping red sequins, flashing in the dreamy light. The smoke curls around him in thin tendrils, a haze like fog on water, and catch the rays the disco ball throws off. Nick can't help but be entranced by the sight. The strap on that other shoe goes slack and lets his good hand wander again, sliding casually back and forth across Hancock's shin. He's not going to take the thing off his chest, but he's still holding the shoe whenever Hancock decides he's had enough.]
You wanna make me sing?