"Sure. Whatever."

Noiz regards the man at length enough to seem wary, pale green eyes searching quickly over his posture while trying to figure him out; an innate defensiveness, etched into him in some irreversible way, to study first before making any move. He waits a moment more before shrugging, helpless.

He parts his lips to answer, but seals them again with a faint furrow of his brow. His eyes flicker to the umbrella, and then back again. "Do you need something?"

Noiz glances up at Sly's face between cuts, lazily studying him from under faint lashes. "Another," he demands, a hand sliding up from the bed to settle atop a thigh, squirming pleasantly beneath the weight.

@slyaoba.bsky.social ♡

// 👀👀👀

// Hey, I'd for sure love that! (I'm also @rurakan.bsky.social, just fyi, lolol)

// TBH I've been wanting to do smut but idk how to Recruit People to do smut rp with me without it sounding WEIRD.

// OH HI, it's so nice to hear from you!! I hope you've been well!

// It's completely fine to be uncomfortable with certain subjects (including the ones you'd label as 'taboo'), but that means you blacklist it, not make others privy to that personal conflict.

But, of course, that doesn't evoke the same rush as a sense of moral superiority.

// Nothing quite causes alarm fatigue like repeatedly seeing people making claims like "[person] is a pedophile" only find out they're talking about some dead dove RP account who's just minding their own business. Like, who cares! Just block and move on!

in hopes of attaining something from him, usually information or sex.

"You didn't come here just to kiss my ass," drawls Noiz, his face falling into the same emotionless expression from before. "Get to the point."

// I can stand the presence of maybe 2 straight cis men w/o getting a headache, lol. Obviously no pressure, but you can always write to me on here or discord if you ever want to plot!

"What do you want?" the kid says at last, avoiding the question, not even in what he would consider a defiant way. He has merely learned to deal with situations literally instead of attempting to read around people's bullshit, certainly helpful in his line of work.

Patting his hands clumsily across his chest and smearing fingerprints on his tie, he says "Hey," quietly, somewhat loathe to break the stillness in the alley.