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"Not good as in messy?" Kale asks as he follows Travis inside. He finds the decor amusing, but doesn't say anything to that effect, that would just be rude.

"Not good as in terrifying."

That's still not very descriptive, and Nicholas would probably kill Travis for giving people the wrong ideas, but if it keeps people out of there, he's happy.

"Mine's this one."

His room -- the one on the other side of the corridor -- is a bit more personal, and unlike the rest of the flat, actually feels lived in.

"Terrifying..." He turns his head to the door, but decides to let it drop.

"Oh... what sort of game system is it?" Can he take it apart and see how it works? He's gotten the idea that there's no magic in this world and to see how something technological works without magic is ... exciting.

"Oh, it's a PS2," he says. "Not exactly my idea of foreplay, but if it works for you."

He might be joking, but he's willing to experiment.

He plops right down in front of it and runs his hands lightly over the system. It's an almost reverent and perhaps caressing movement.

"Oh... yes..." he says.

"Okay," he says with an odd little laugh. "If that's what you're into."

He sits down behind Kale and takes his shirt off, ready to see where this goes.

Kale shrugs off his jacket.

This is good, right?

And then goes for his shoes.

"Oh. Yes. yes. It's beautiful."

What?

Well, all right. Whatever works.

Travis mumbles something affirmative and nudges a bit closer to Kale. See him here? With no shirt. Willing to give you far more attention than a gaming system?

"I need to get something out of my pants..."

"I bet you do," Travis says.

Now they're getting to the good part.

SCREWDRIVER!

Yes.

Kale pulls out a screwdriver. It's not sonic, alas, but a regular screwdriver.

He bends over and starts to take apart the PS2

"Oi!" Travis says. "You'll void my warranty, doing that!"

Sorry.

Did he say something?

"It's amazing! There's not a single heat ward on here, how do you ... oh a fan! What about the circuits..." he starts rambling in engineer talk.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Travis mutters, as he falls back onto the floor. "What the hell is going on?"

"Clearly you've got an excess of electricity being used to power the device which likely causes it to short out more often than if you had a power control emitter to smooth out the flow..."

He pauses for a second and then takes off his shirt. It's warm in the room.

"You doing that for me, or for the PS2?" Travis asks boredly.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Travis says. "I'll be over here when you decide you want something."

"Do you have some pliers or tweezers?"

"Nope."

The door opens suddenly, and thin blond bloke pokes his head in.

"Oi, Travis, I--"

Nicholas stops talking, and barks loudly in shock at the sight of... well, whatever's going on in Travis' bedroom, and he slams the door shut.

"Oh, for crying out loud," Travis mutters as he gets up from the floor. "Just... don't go anywhere."

Edited 2010-10-24 07:31 (UTC)

Oh. Wait.

Kale comes out of his OoOH shiny trance for a moment (These could be why he hasn't gotten laid in a while) and of course follows Travis. Though he has the good sense, if it could be called that, to hang back in the doorway of the room to watch.

The two of them stand out in the corridor, Travis still without a shirt.

"Well, what the hell are you doing going in there without knocking?" Travis asks him. "You know what I get up to in there. You're just lucky we weren't on the sofa."

Nicholas pinches the bridge of his nose. "If you were on the sofa, I'm burning it," he says.

Right about now, Nicholas notices Travis' special friend. "Sorry. I didn't realise he had, erm... company."

Kale waves his screwdriver, still in his hand, with a cheerful smile on his face. "Oh, it's all right, mate, I was just poking and prodding, seeing what make's em tick."

He has no shame.

None.

Whatsoever.

Nicholas groans loudly and quickly turns round.

"I don't want to know!" he says. "I'll be back later tonight. Just... be dressed by then."

Travis can't help but laugh as Nicholas leaves the flat, slamming the door behind him.

"Sorry about that," he says. "He's sort of special."

"Yes. I can see. I'm sure he'll be wonderin' what we've been doing with the screwdriver now."

And trying not to, of course.

Travis puts his hands on his hips. "Now. Are you gonna keep fucking around with my PS2, or would you like to do some proper fucking?"

Edited 2010-10-24 07:52 (UTC)

Kale taps the tip of the screwdriver lightly to his lips for a moment.

"I suppose the PS2 will be there when we're done..."

"That's the idea."

Travis pushes his bedroom door open, inviting Kale back in.

"And I'll just put that aside for later," he says with a wink as he takes the screwdriver away.

This time, with his head perhaps more in gear, Kale smiles. "Sure, can't let that warranty get voided."

Though he's sure they can try and get the bed's warranty voided.

"Well, I think it's a little too late for that," Travis says.

Still, he's more than willing to void the bed's warranty.

Some warranty voiding later Kale prances out of the bedroom in search of the kitchen. He knows he saw something kitchen like earlier.

Ah. yes. There we go!

"There should be something good to drink in here." He starts opening cupboards for beer.

Apparently, some time during all the warranty-voiding, Nicholas had come back to attempt his conversation with Travis again.

Which is why he's at the kitchen table, with a cup of tea and one of his newspapers, open to the crossword.

When he sees Kale prancing around like that, he immediately throws up the paper to shield himself from seeing anything he wouldn't want to.

"I'd appreciate it if you wore some clothes whilst in my kitchen," he says stiffly.

"Why? Nothing wrong with the human body, mate. I'm sure you've got one under there like."

Kale grins at him cheerfully.

"Because my name's on the lease, and I will not hesitate to remove you from the premises."

He sounds dead serious. He still hasn't moved the newspaper, though.

"Isn't Travis' on the lease too?"

Beer... beer... beer....

"As a co-sign," Nicholas says stiffly. "Out. Now."

Travis finally emerges from his room in a dressing gown, and holding a second one.

"Just wear it," he all but pleads. "It'll shut him up."

The fact that Travis even has a second dressing gown amuses Kale. But he'll put it on and tie it up with a straight and calm face.

"Better?"

"He's dressed, Nicholas," Travis says.

It still takes Nicholas a few moments to lower the newspaper, but he says nothing.

Travis turns his attention back to Kale. "Sorry about him," he says quietly. "I really did think he'd be gone today."

"It's fine. Just like a cat."

Travis gives him an apologetic smile and fishes out a few cans of lager from the back of the fridge.

"If you want to smoke, you'll have to do that on the balcony," he says.

Kale can probably guess that those are also the boss' orders.

"Nah, don't smoke. Mum would hang me up by my ears if I did."

He takes a can though and gives it a heft. "I can fix your game station though, if y'd like."

"Good," Nicholas says from his crossword. "It's a disgusting habit."

Travis ignores him. "Only if I can watch," he says in response to the remark about fixing the PS2.

Edited 2010-10-25 05:58 (UTC)