Thread: The Songs Are No More (Chantho/Misanthropic)

Ezra blinked in surprise when Damien dropped into the chair beside him and smiled up through a zydrate induced haze. They never made contact with one another at these parties, always keeping to some designated spot for the rest of the evening until it was time to go. The artist thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't part of the clean up crew, that would have just been too much. As he looked down at his friend and listened to the almost childlike way he spoke, it struck him that he'd never seen Damien act this way at the benefits before. He seemed almost cheerful. It was kind of amusing. This would be the first time they'd ever really talked on the job before. Perhaps it was something they should try more often, since it made a welcome distraction from the chaos going on around them. I'm always here, Ezra pointed out patiently, well aware of Damien's habit. How could he be not when he saw him taking vials from his locker after a job? To be fair, he couldn't blame the doctor for wanting some way to separate himself from his work. He personally had never experienced the drug's affects, not even in surgery, when they had replaced the bones in his shoulder with metal alloy needed to connect the new arm. The pain had been unlike any he'd ever known, but Ezra had point blank refused to be put under. He'd seen what happened to zydrate addicts on the streets where he lived and he was not going to end up like that. As a result, the joints still ached at times and occasionally woke him from a sound sleep, but it was worth it to know he wasn't selling his belongings to satisfy an addiction. Of course he'd never mention any of this to Damien who he worried might take it as an insult. We just never talked before, that's all. So which lady off- Luigi's voice rose suddenly, calling attention away from the seedlings of their conversation. By now, he was through fucking Gigaslut6niner and was currently engaged in what looked to be a shouting match between him and Pavi. The younger of the pair was grabbing his crotch and making some lewd comment that caused Luigi to bellow and slam his fist into the face of a GENtern who'd made the mistake of standing too close. Ezra snorted and turned away again. Those two were positively absurd. Once his attention was back on Damien, the blonde could feel a fresh heat rising in face. Earlier, when they'd been preparing the bodies, he hadn't really gotten a good look at the costume his friend was wearing. Like his own, very little was left to the imagination and he couldn't help but not that the other truly did have a very attractive body. He'd seen Damien naked before, but it had been so long ago. At this stage in his life Ezra determined he had no business reacting to partial nudity like this when it was something that surrounded him even at this very minute. Looking at the doctor this way made him very aware of his own state of dress and he cursed whoever had been chosen to design the costumes for tonight. The worst part was, that because he lacked any kind of shirt, the juncture between his clavicle and prosthetic was clearly visible. It was a little thing, but it made Ezra feel more self conscious that he was used too. I can't believe you get to wear a jacket, man. I'm freezing my ass off in here.