[ Kim doesn't comment as Midnight cranes over to see what he's writing. He's writing notes on him, after all, which is to say that if anyone is entitled to a peek, then he is. Not that he'll get much information out of it, but you can't blame the man for trying. If Kim wants to take notes on Midnight as a person - and he may still want to do that later - he'll do that in comfortable seclusion.
Midnight's constant allusions to flirtation seems almost second nature to him, though he had just confessed that he had once been a shy, retiring sort. You just get used to it, Kim figures. It creates a false intimacy as quickly as it creates distance, putting space between your heart and the ones who feel should own it. He had felt the same way watching Harrier stumble around with the Smoker, a fellow sex worker, so quick with his gentle flirtations and his coy remarks that they never really managed to get anything of use out of him. A professional entertainer knows how to couch dangerous things in palatable terms. ]
To be perfectly frank, I prefer to be the one playing hard to get. I don't care for their attempts at it, [ he says lightly, intending to give as good as he gets... though coming from him, it's a little more comical, and he knows it if that twist of his mouth is any indication. He's not lying, though. ] Much too obvious, if you ask me.
[ Obvious, but not, all at once. They play at being accessible with their little surveys and their little greetings, but there's a wall between them and their captors. ]
But not obvious enough. It would be nice if we knew where a camera or two were, at least. [ He pauses. ] I did meet someone who made it out, by the way. Out-of-bounds, I mean, where we just get turned right back around. I didn't manage to get much out of him, and he's since disappeared from this place, but it is possible.
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Midnight's constant allusions to flirtation seems almost second nature to him, though he had just confessed that he had once been a shy, retiring sort. You just get used to it, Kim figures. It creates a false intimacy as quickly as it creates distance, putting space between your heart and the ones who feel should own it. He had felt the same way watching Harrier stumble around with the Smoker, a fellow sex worker, so quick with his gentle flirtations and his coy remarks that they never really managed to get anything of use out of him. A professional entertainer knows how to couch dangerous things in palatable terms. ]
To be perfectly frank, I prefer to be the one playing hard to get. I don't care for their attempts at it, [ he says lightly, intending to give as good as he gets... though coming from him, it's a little more comical, and he knows it if that twist of his mouth is any indication. He's not lying, though. ] Much too obvious, if you ask me.
[ Obvious, but not, all at once. They play at being accessible with their little surveys and their little greetings, but there's a wall between them and their captors. ]
But not obvious enough. It would be nice if we knew where a camera or two were, at least. [ He pauses. ] I did meet someone who made it out, by the way. Out-of-bounds, I mean, where we just get turned right back around. I didn't manage to get much out of him, and he's since disappeared from this place, but it is possible.