[ The other man gives him a small laugh, a chuckle, restrained. But somehow, Ed knows it's a true laugh, that it could've been more under different circumstances and the thought makes him smile back in response, his shoulders relaxing an inch or two. For someone so talented, this guy doesn't read arrogant at all which is amazing in itself; artists can be... fickle, supposedly. That's why Izzy hates working these gigs and conversely, why Ed likes it. It's interesting, the way they work, these people. What they see between the shadows and the moving lines of light.
He stretches like a ballet dancer - all cat, maybe one percent human. Ed's back creaks a little at the sight of it, all those joints just rolling with the motion. Fuck, when he stretches he has to take care not to give himself a fucking leg cramp. Ed watches as the man waves at some of the dancers passing by while Ed stares at the ladies or, you know, the dresses. All that fabric, just swishing by in the dark. Once they step out into the light, everything looks so soft and bright, colours swirling against the darkness of the stage floor. Beautiful. He's so caught up in it, he nearly misses the man's follow-up comment, delivered gently, unassuming.
Like you wouldn't even know the man was flirting if you weren't looking for it.
Ed's not gonna lie - it's hard not to look for it when everybody around here is so goddamn gorgeous. ]
Gonna throw my entire body into it, swan dive, the whole thing.
[ A small wink. Two can play that game, thanks, and while he isn't expecting to get laid while on the job (or ever, basically, feels like he's never not working these days), they can have a little back and forth without messing up any schedules, can't they? Can't hurt. Doesn't have to, surely. ]
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He stretches like a ballet dancer - all cat, maybe one percent human. Ed's back creaks a little at the sight of it, all those joints just rolling with the motion. Fuck, when he stretches he has to take care not to give himself a fucking leg cramp. Ed watches as the man waves at some of the dancers passing by while Ed stares at the ladies or, you know, the dresses. All that fabric, just swishing by in the dark. Once they step out into the light, everything looks so soft and bright, colours swirling against the darkness of the stage floor. Beautiful. He's so caught up in it, he nearly misses the man's follow-up comment, delivered gently, unassuming.
Like you wouldn't even know the man was flirting if you weren't looking for it.
Ed's not gonna lie - it's hard not to look for it when everybody around here is so goddamn gorgeous. ]
Gonna throw my entire body into it, swan dive, the whole thing.
[ A small wink. Two can play that game, thanks, and while he isn't expecting to get laid while on the job (or ever, basically, feels like he's never not working these days), they can have a little back and forth without messing up any schedules, can't they? Can't hurt. Doesn't have to, surely. ]
I'm a great swimmer, don't worry.