[He glances over at him, a split-second thing that's as much about surprise as it is quiet delight. Yeah. Who can beat them, after all? Nobody, that's who, not even a fucked up vampire, because look who's up and at em now?
But it's more than that. It's a feeling of belonging, warm and quiet, settling in the center of his chest. Polnareff smiles faintly as he turns back towards the play, saying nothing for a few seconds.
And it's to his credit that he waits a while before speaking. It just takes til the play gets kinda racy, that's all-- which, hm, super weird to watch next to one of your best friends, like, it's not pornographic but at the same time, he's very aware of the figure next to him.]
Hey. If there's some kinda fuck or die situation, you wanna make a pact we'll help each other out?
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But it's more than that. It's a feeling of belonging, warm and quiet, settling in the center of his chest. Polnareff smiles faintly as he turns back towards the play, saying nothing for a few seconds.
And it's to his credit that he waits a while before speaking. It just takes til the play gets kinda racy, that's all-- which, hm, super weird to watch next to one of your best friends, like, it's not pornographic but at the same time, he's very aware of the figure next to him.]
Hey. If there's some kinda fuck or die situation, you wanna make a pact we'll help each other out?