"I guess not. I apologize for the extreme question." Avon said, easily stroking Smoke's back fur. "I guess I went too far this time." He added. He looked around the room, then. He couldn't meet Nik's gaze, he was honestly awful at people when it came down to it.
"It's alright." he replied easily. "Oh. Do you want anything? Food, water, soda? I probably have a beer somewhere, if you want." he shrugged his shoulders. Smoke arched into Avon's touch, purring louder.
"I'm fine, I promise." Avon said, instinctively. Seconds later, a rumble sounded from his stomach. "Well, maybe something small." He said, softly. "Just make sure I'm not totally intruding on anything you have,"
He laughed, heading to the kitchen. "Nah, it's fine. And come on, don't just stand in the entryway." he vanished into the kitchen, getting stuff out. "Sandwich sound good?" he asked, poking his head back out to look at Avon. Smoke purred, stretching in Avon's arms.
( How'd you know I was imagining a sandwich-? Literally I'm shocked. )
(I…I didn't?? I was just like "well what's an easy food? ooh a sandwich" lmao)
"That sounds awesome, thanks!" Avon responded, with a much better smile. Avon stepped inside, carefully as he could. Nik had a gorgeous house, or at least he thought so. "Gee, Smoke, you've got a great place to be." He said to Smoke.
Nik smiled, and went back to work on making a pair of sandwiches, humming softly. Smoke, hearing his name, meowed, looking up at Avon. The little grey kitten reached up to bat at Avon's chin with his paws, purring happily.
Avon laughed, catching onto Smoke's paw with his own finger. He played with Smoke's soft paws and laughed even more. He listened in on Nik's humming all the while, trying to figure out what he was muttering the beat to. He couldn't even be sure, but it was beautiful.
Smoke purred happily, looking up at Avon with happy, golden eyes. Nik finished the sandwiches, and put the supplies away, then came out, holding a plate out to Avon. "Here." he said with a smile. Smoke sat up in Avon's arms, and sniffed at the sandwich curiously.
"Thanks, and uh, your humming was beautiful." Avon said. He shifted Smoke to a single hand, and held the sandwich in the other. "Mmm~" He said, as he began to gobble the thing up.
He smiled a little bit. "Thanks." he ate his own sandwich. Smoke purred, curling up in Avon's arm and closing his eyes, tail twitching and curling around Avon's wrist.
"You're welcome, haha." Avon continued eating for a few more bites, balancing Smoke as best as he could. "And you can cook, you're astoundingly skilled," He mumbled.
"These are sandwiches. They require little to no skill." he replied with a laugh. "I really can't cook all that well." he shook his head slightly, still eating his sandwich.
"So basically…" Avon said. "I have no skill in that area of expertise. At all." He finished. He finished the rest of his sandwich then, he really needed that thing. He laughed. "You know, I don't tell many people this, but I really don't know how to do a lot of basic things, I'm awful at them."
He let out another little laugh. "Yeah, well." he shrugged, looking over at Avon. "That's not really that bad. I only know the bit of cooking that I do know because…well." he shrugged again, eyes flicking away. He wasn't about to spill his childhood to Avon.
Avon tilted his head, before noticing a familiar feeling in Nik's words. It was the kind of feeling that screamed, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you everything." He laughed, softly. "Don't worry, I get it." He said. "We all have our keepsakes." He said, as he referred to the memories Nik must've had as precious items.
Nik's memories were certainly not precious. They were more of the…vulnerable and scared kind of memories, the ones that still tore at him even years later. He nodded a little bit. "Yeah, alright." he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"I said the wrong thing, didn't I? You're feeling somber, I didn't want to bring you to feel pain," He whispered. "I'm so sorry," He added, instantly. "How can I make you feel better?"
He blinked, and shook his head. "No, no, it's fine." he said quickly. "I'm fine." he ran a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about it."
"Alright then," He muttered. "How about we sing a little bit?" Avon suggested, quite randomly. He loved singing with people he knew adored him somehow. "That would be sweet."
Nik blinked in surprise. "You…want to sing with me?" he asked slowly, studying Avon. He set the plate down, running a hand through his curly hair, surprised by the question. Smoke stretched lazily, purring softly as he rubbed up against Avon.
"Well your humming was melodious, I think I could give it a chance." Avon said, honestly. He looked towards Nik, and noticed his surprised expressions. "You're sweet, Nik. Of course I'd like to."
Nik took a deep breath. "I-I'm not sure…" He fidgeted with his fingers, looking down at his feet, a little shy. "I…"
Avon dropped his head into his own hands. "I messed up again, didn't I?" He asked, with a sigh. "I'm literally so sorry," He mumbled.
"N-no, I just…" he bit his lip. "I'm not…extroverted? I…" he shrugged his shoulders, looking over at Avon. Smoke meowed unhappily at the shift, squirming in Avon's arms.
"Oh-" Avon said, with genuine shock. His eyes filled with wonder, and care. He really didn't interact with his introverted fans a lot, they never seemed to show up. "I'm way too extroverted, makes sense as to why this is awkward," He said, honestly.
He let out a faint laugh, and nodded. "Yeah. I just…I wasn't expecting…that sort of question? Kinda came out of nowhere and…i have a bit of anxiety because of…shit that happened, and…" he shrugged his shoulders, aware that he was babbling a little.
Avon nodded. "It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about it, trust me, you're fine, big time fine, okay?" He said, rushing to make sure that Nik at least felt alright.
Nik stopped, closing his eyes for a moment. "Yeah. Sorry." he said, running a hand through his hair. "I'm…yeah. Sorry." he bit his lip. "I…" he shrugged.
