So gallant! Armani places his hand just so and eagerly surrenders his lead to follow Laszlo's instead.
"You're more than worth it," he responds softly, doing his best to sell this image of tender affection by tucking a lock of hair behind Laszlo's ear before returning his hand to his shoulder. "I've been having fun with everyone, but I'm glad it's just the two of us now."
Laszlo's incapable of being smooth. He holds very still as Armani touches his hair, careful not to interrupt him. "Should I kiss you at some point?" he asks, breaking character for a moment. There's no one listening in, and Laszlo doesn't mind the privacy. Quite the opposite, actually.
Armani lowers his gaze for a moment, considering the offer. It's not that he's opposed, and part of him is curious to see what it'd be like, but all his reasons to say yes are selfish. It's too much to ask of Laszlo when it's not necessary for the ruse.
He shakes his head, looking back up to him. "Ahh, no, you don't have to. But thank you. You're already doing so much for me already." He pats his cheek affectionately. "Oh- um..." Even more quietly, "Was the hair thing okay?"
Laszlo nods without hesitation. He's smiling, and it's not hard to do, not like it sometimes is. "Yes," he confirms, "you would have done that anyway. Or you could have. If you wanted to. I didn't mind."
It reminds him of his mother. He remembers being very young as she tried to control his curls. And now he remembers this summer and she's doing the same thing, but with less success. He would wait, still and emotionless, as she sits nearby and tries to make sense of all the tangles. There's no way to win, but Laszlo doesn't dislike the attempts. He doesn't miss the potions that straightened every knot and curl, and doesn't mind the extra attention.
Now that's an expression he loves to see! The anxious little knit in his brow relaxes and he smiles brightly in return.
"I would have done that anyway, you're right," he says with a laugh, gently plucking at another curl and stretching it before letting it spring back into place. Armani's always been the physically affectionate friend and Laszlo's been on the receiving end of his preening and petting countless times.
"But it feels different when-- uh... the intent is different? I feel a little nervous? But not the bad kind of nervous, you know? It's fun. I think, at least." There's that little knit in his brow again-- it didn't take long. Uncertainty. He doesn't usually think twice about sharing his thoughts and feelings with Laszlo, but now that it's about Laszlo...
Laszlo tilts his head as he listens. He doesn't quite connect with it, but he doesn't really connect with most things and people. But for some of them, he tries. He thinks he can understand what Armani's trying to tell him, and so he nods.
"It's fine," he says slowly, but he already knows it's insufficient. Laszlo exhales in a little huff as he recites several different responses in his head. "You're— you're perfect."
Armani gives an airy little laugh and leans into Laszlo, resting his head against his shoulder. Laszlo's probably just saying that to be nice (or to get back into character) but it's just the sort of praise he'd want to hear from a DATE-date so he gobbles it up. It doesn't take much to impress him.
"I could say the same." It comes out as sort of a purr. Like he wants to sound sultry, but can't fully commit. Something to workshop later in the mirror before the next big party. "Hold me closer for the rest of this song? And then we can steal away to the Hatchery?"
It's not really stealing away if he wants everyone to see and assume they're about to do some mega makeouts by the romantic glow of alien eggs. But. Y'know.
Laszlo's not sure what Armani was doing with his voice, but it makes Laszlo smile a little, confused and amused. It doesn't stop him from taking directions, though. Laszlo wraps his arms around Armani's waist and pulls him in a little more. He feels particularly tall right now.
"Perfect, yes, just like that! And then I'll--" He lifts his head to look back up at him, arms reaching to loop around his neck. "Do this?" There's an anxious flutter in his stomach and he lowers his gaze, suddenly shy now that he's got what he wanted.
Nothing they've done would score above a G rating but Armani's still hot in the face and a little bit sweaty, like he's gotten away with something positively indecent. If this was a real DATE-date, he doesn't know if he could make it this far. But this is Laszlo. And Laszlo is Safe. And this is good practice for the real thing!
"Is this okay?"
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DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
"You're more than worth it," he responds softly, doing his best to sell this image of tender affection by tucking a lock of hair behind Laszlo's ear before returning his hand to his shoulder. "I've been having fun with everyone, but I'm glad it's just the two of us now."
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
He shakes his head, looking back up to him. "Ahh, no, you don't have to. But thank you. You're already doing so much for me already." He pats his cheek affectionately. "Oh- um..." Even more quietly, "Was the hair thing okay?"
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
It reminds him of his mother. He remembers being very young as she tried to control his curls. And now he remembers this summer and she's doing the same thing, but with less success. He would wait, still and emotionless, as she sits nearby and tries to make sense of all the tangles. There's no way to win, but Laszlo doesn't dislike the attempts. He doesn't miss the potions that straightened every knot and curl, and doesn't mind the extra attention.
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
"I would have done that anyway, you're right," he says with a laugh, gently plucking at another curl and stretching it before letting it spring back into place. Armani's always been the physically affectionate friend and Laszlo's been on the receiving end of his preening and petting countless times.
"But it feels different when-- uh... the intent is different? I feel a little nervous? But not the bad kind of nervous, you know? It's fun. I think, at least." There's that little knit in his brow again-- it didn't take long. Uncertainty. He doesn't usually think twice about sharing his thoughts and feelings with Laszlo, but now that it's about Laszlo...
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
"It's fine," he says slowly, but he already knows it's insufficient. Laszlo exhales in a little huff as he recites several different responses in his head. "You're— you're perfect."
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
"I could say the same." It comes out as sort of a purr. Like he wants to sound sultry, but can't fully commit. Something to workshop later in the mirror before the next big party. "Hold me closer for the rest of this song? And then we can steal away to the Hatchery?"
It's not really stealing away if he wants everyone to see and assume they're about to do some mega makeouts by the romantic glow of alien eggs. But. Y'know.
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
"Like this?" he looks down at Armani expectantly.
DANCE FLOOR: Armani & his DATE-date
Nothing they've done would score above a G rating but Armani's still hot in the face and a little bit sweaty, like he's gotten away with something positively indecent. If this was a real DATE-date, he doesn't know if he could make it this far. But this is Laszlo. And Laszlo is Safe. And this is good practice for the real thing!
"Is this okay?"