[Thale, for his part in this insanity, is still trying to figure out the five ws--the first being what, as in what the fuck--and for a large portion of the event, he's been a brooding presence on the fringes, hunching into his sweater almost like he's cold amidst all the close quarters body heat. There are so many people here. So many minds. It's hard to filter all their thoughts out, let alone begin to untangle his.
How he comes to divorce himself from his wall flower position is a matter of curiosity and poor judgement. That damn champagne--he shouldn't have tried it, because letting the bubbles pop on his tongue and the stiff line of his shoulders relax leads him to getting swept up into the crowd in time for the countdown.
Unfortunately for Reggie, someone like Thale wears a good mood differently than most others. He just so happens to be in the right place at the right time to catch Reggie's gaze--a feat, as he has to look up a solid five inches to manage it, get a load of this skyscraper--and returns fire with a playful lift of his own eyebrows.
That said, before Reggie can unknowingly steal the first kiss he's ever had in his entire life, the other boy will be struck with the sudden, visceral vision he's putting the moves on someone he finds deeply, deeply unattractive. It could be a specific person, it could be a pile of slime with teeth--whatever it is, it comes from the depths of Reggie's imagination and it quickly takes Thale's place, feeling completely real as if it were really happening. Pucker up, mate.
What? If you can't abuse psychic abilities for this, when can you?
Thale finds it funny, anyway, and proceeds to laugh.]
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How he comes to divorce himself from his wall flower position is a matter of curiosity and poor judgement. That damn champagne--he shouldn't have tried it, because letting the bubbles pop on his tongue and the stiff line of his shoulders relax leads him to getting swept up into the crowd in time for the countdown.
Unfortunately for Reggie, someone like Thale wears a good mood differently than most others. He just so happens to be in the right place at the right time to catch Reggie's gaze--a feat, as he has to look up a solid five inches to manage it, get a load of this skyscraper--and returns fire with a playful lift of his own eyebrows.
That said, before Reggie can unknowingly steal the first kiss he's ever had in his entire life, the other boy will be struck with the sudden, visceral vision he's putting the moves on someone he finds deeply, deeply unattractive. It could be a specific person, it could be a pile of slime with teeth--whatever it is, it comes from the depths of Reggie's imagination and it quickly takes Thale's place, feeling completely real as if it were really happening. Pucker up, mate.
What? If you can't abuse psychic abilities for this, when can you?
Thale finds it funny, anyway, and proceeds to laugh.]