Raging on a Sunday//one on one (open)

"What about you?" Kain asked, carrying the conversation easily. He was used to flustered fans, and the slightly quiet responses from Mikhail were actually sort of refreshing

"I'm not that good at singing, I probably would sound horrible," Mikhail answered, when was the last time he sang? Probably never, the most he had done was humming.

"Ah, that's what everyone says. Then you have someone else listen to you and you find out you aren't half bad," Kain said with a small shrug. "Hell, back when I was little, I was the worst-sounding kid there. All the sirens said I sounded like a drowned sailor," he giggled

Mikhail couldn't help but laugh softly, a small smile appearing on his face. "Well, I've never sang, and never learned how to properly sing either. The closest thing I've done to singing is humming, I think."

"Aw, how cute," Kain teased. "Humming isn't so bad, you know. You can turn it into singing all on its own most of the time. You just have to find a good tune."

Mikhail was, to say the least, flustered, but also a bit uncomfortable, considering most of the people that called him 'cute' wanted something from him. Which was usually sex. "Well, I don't listen to that many songs either…"

"We can fix that!" Kain exclaimed excitedly, grinning like a cat that caught the canary. "Why don't you come with me to my place after this? We can listen to music together," he offered

"Sure, that sounds good—only if you're okay with it," Mikhail replied, hoping the other wasn't looking for a hook-up or a one-night stand. If anything did happen, that he didn't like, he could just say he had to go do something and leave.

(hey so I think I might need to drop out of this. I know we're only a few pages in but life is currently hitting me with a hammer lmao)

(Oof it's fine, take your time, I understand. When it was finals week, I barely had any time to get on and I was stressed as hell)

(yeah, sorry man)

(It's fine, take your of yourself first)