RP Sunday: Open to all, happy Spring~

[dainty_ofcourse]

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[asher_embry]

“He teaches you about embalming. This can’t be that much weirder,” Ash replied, trying to brush aside Lacroix’s concern. The fact that Hector would be interested in death fetish to begin with spoke volumes about just what sort of dark secret society Lacroix was part of. No, Ash certainly didn’t know the details, knew nothing of Hector and Lacroix’s magic, only knew that both men studied some heavy topics, many of which involved death. Some kind of death cult? Maybe. But he couldn’t bring himself to trouble over it because Lacroix was charming and sneaky and adorable and his death cult definitely did not completely define who he was.

Besides, it was hard for Ash to open up about his occupation as well. It didn’t quite carry as bad of a stigma as prostitution did, but it was right up there. He didn’t want Lacroix to think less of him for it so he’d kept quiet about it until now. By this point he enjoyed Lacroix’s company so much that he was even more reluctant to open up because he was scared to lose what friendship -- or whatever they were -- that they’d already built. But he knew he’d have to be open about it eventually; he’d have to explain his background at the start of the lecture, after all.

“And anyway,” Ash continued, trying to subdue his smirk just a little. “I’m going to use you as my assistant if I do any demonstrations. I’ll ask if I can get an assistant from the audience, but no matter who raises their hands, I’m going to pick you.” That’ll help Lacroix relax, right? ...or maybe that would make him even more nervous, on second thought.

[lacroix_styles]

"Embalming isn't that strange, just...sort of messy." Obviously he was getting used to some of the oddity of Hector's habits and interests if he could say that with a straight face and not cringe. Death was a part of life, and for some people it was life; they were just wired in a way that was wrapped up in darkness.
That didn't mean that circumstance and surroundings were the full measure of a person though.

It did mean there were issues he couldn't be honest with, not with anyone outside the small and exclusive little group he had ended up a part of. No more than he might have been comfortable out and about in the world without the security blanket of those arm warmers he wore constantly, short of sleeping in them in most cases.

"Uh, what?" Not so certain Ash wasn't just trying to force him into another fit of stumbling his way through the conversation, he was guarded against believing the words too easily.

[asher_embry]

Ash of course felt so very smug that he was able to make Lacroix at a loss for words. It was a guilty pleasure of late; he was rarely in the presence of anyone so innocent and it gave him a bit of a rush to be playful with Lacroix. “Nothing too kinky, promise. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of Hector. But you could at least pretend to like what I’m talking about. I mean... wouldn’t you liking it make Hector want to let me be around you more?” In theory, anyway; Ash was determined to do something to make Hector not mind him being around, even if it was giving lectures on death fetish.

“Assuming you want me around. Don’t let me force myself on you.” Yeah, he was a bit forward about flirting, but if it at any point made Lacroix really uncomfortable, then he hoped Lacroix would say something about it.

[lacroix_styles]

His disadvantage was in the lack of social interaction; he was outgoing enough that friendly conversation came easily for him, but being the center of attention that directly in a positive way was far outside his scope of normal. After all, he was the kid in school that people felt sorry for because of his family situation and late on avoided because he was in a constant state of rattled anxiety over the things he could see that normal people could not; that didn't leave much room for personal encounters or even attention.
And life had gone too complicated the last few years; under the burden of social paranoia at being singled out as a freak solitude was more favorable.

Which left him somewhat at odds currently, but he was learning quickly, if not a bit flawed in the effort now and then.

"He'd probably be thrilled about that, oh yes." The words were accompanied by a groan and a slump, hands lifted to cover his head in a gesture of bemused exasperation. The prospects of faking interest in some of Hector's amusements was flat out daunting.

But he did try to keep a sense of humor about it, without humor he probably would have lost his mind years ago. "Obviously I must want you around, because you're an awful lot of trouble." His head was still covered so the smile went unseen, the faint amused sound probably didn't go unheard though.