( he snorts at that. hippies. fucking earth house was full of them. no self-loving hippie wears animal skin, though, so he'll have to shake his head no at the question.

he watches vex drink. possibly, if he were less under the influence, he'd find some subtlety -- although the words subtle and knox never really belong in a sentence together. maybe he'd know what to say, instead, whatever words which might get his hunger satiated with the nameless fellow in black. charmspeak, right? right. maybe. )

« Sit down with me. »

( it's soft, cooing, almost singsongy, like hot chocolate in voice form. knox accepts the bottle back and lets it dangle in his hands, circling loosely around the neck. )

Knew a Pisces, once. Fuckin' difficult to please lot, you are.

( this is, strictly speaking, untrue. a smile could make jay happy. a touch, or a tease, or a compliment, it'd make his whole day. if knox ever manged to say i love you to him, that probably would've made him happy, too. )

( — you fucked it up again, knox.
— i know.
— how long before it's his voice you hear? )

Kinky bunch, you're right. Nice feet too, I think. That's good.