[ Judging by the giggles around them, the sight of Church climbing up must be absurd. Maine doesn't care about the laughter. He's never given a shit what other people think of him — and besides, it's not like they'll be laughing for long. He keeps his focus on Church, hoping that the other man's general lack of coordination doesn't cause him to fall…
Then, just for a moment, their skin makes contact.
Turns out that the fabric on Maine's chest is indeed thick enough to block the glow. Maine barely notices. The irritation and concern warring in his thoughts abruptly settle as familiar emotions that aren't his own briefly flood his mind.
It's just a second, but it's enough to calm him down. Enough so that, when Church settles in and demands to be shown the town, Maine doesn't immediately aim for the nearest low clearance doorway. He holds onto Church's shins to help him balance, then stands up without a hint of difficulty.
The lingering laughter dies in an instant. Maine casts a scowl at a knot of onlookers: they scramble out of the way, and he starts off in that direction.
Despite the shitty origins of this festival, there's still plenty to see. Bright lights, people dancing, street-wide games of laser tag, and all kinds of other things. Maine parts the crowd with ease and never has to fight to find a good vantage point. He's content to wander for a while, stopping if Church wants but always careful to avoid any history booths. Eventually, they draw near a group of decorated food trucks. ]
Hungry?
[ Said with a little squeeze to Church's shin, asking for attention. ]
no subject
Then, just for a moment, their skin makes contact.
Turns out that the fabric on Maine's chest is indeed thick enough to block the glow. Maine barely notices. The irritation and concern warring in his thoughts abruptly settle as familiar emotions that aren't his own briefly flood his mind.
It's just a second, but it's enough to calm him down. Enough so that, when Church settles in and demands to be shown the town, Maine doesn't immediately aim for the nearest low clearance doorway. He holds onto Church's shins to help him balance, then stands up without a hint of difficulty.
The lingering laughter dies in an instant. Maine casts a scowl at a knot of onlookers: they scramble out of the way, and he starts off in that direction.
Despite the shitty origins of this festival, there's still plenty to see. Bright lights, people dancing, street-wide games of laser tag, and all kinds of other things. Maine parts the crowd with ease and never has to fight to find a good vantage point. He's content to wander for a while, stopping if Church wants but always careful to avoid any history booths. Eventually, they draw near a group of decorated food trucks. ]
Hungry?
[ Said with a little squeeze to Church's shin, asking for attention. ]