idolpro | Requiem's Ideal World run #1

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She smiles. “I ain’t too much in your way, am I?”

"No way!" she says. "I got some time before I gotta go on, so let's hang out? Sorry I couldn't wait for you back at the house..."

She shakes her head. “You gotta do what you gotta do. Sorry for wandering off. Would definitely rather chill with you, given the choice.

“Got food too, if you’re up for a bite.”

"Oh, dude, I'm starved," she says, holding the curtain open so you can go back into the dressing room.

She takes her bass off and sets it aside once you're both in, and gestures for you to take the seat while she leans back against the desk.

"Didja take care of what you had to do?"

“Yeah, pretty sure I got that handled.” She places the bags of treats on the desk beside Req, inviting her to dig in. Then eases off the inventory satchel and drops it in a corner away from everything (well, as much as that’s possible in such a small room).

“What kind of show you got planned for us?”

She doesn't seem to question the other bag, but eagerly digs into the one with the food to pull it out and dig in, taking a bite before offering you one as well.

"Just the usual stuff. Kinda did this last minute for funsies so it's just a few songs."

She leans in to take the bite; stays standing closer against her after, attempting not to crowd but still resting her hand light on Req's knee.

"Anything new or just old favorites?"

Mm. The food tastes lovely; salty, savory...

... strangely bland, at the end, like all the taste fades away entirely, and all you can think of is red.

Req leans in at that touch, curling down to press a kiss to her lips, possibly because there's some sauce there but who knows. "Mostly just some covers."

Ah... Nemesis pulls up a smile nevertheless--easier with the sweet kiss.

"Oh yeah? Your original stuff is always so good, though. Trying to switch it up some?

"I'm feeling lazy," she says, pressing another kiss to her lips before pulling back, so she can go for some more of that food.

"'Sides, my new album ain't done yet."

Chuckles, just watching her eat. "Oh yeah? Saw some of the tracks on your reel-to-reel... Hope you don't mind we went into your place. Didn't know you weren't home. But maybe you could play some for me later, if you want."

"Nah, sh'kool," she says, mouth full. She swallows. "You know you're always allowed over whenever you want anyway.

But I'd love to play for you. Just sorry you'd already heard em before they were done. "

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She shakes her head. "Didn't listen to the songs, don't worry. I figured hearing it live'd be better than the recording."

"Oh, good. Well, it will be.

... when I'm done with 'em," she says, setting the food aside to curl a hand over the one on her knee.

"Guess I'll just have to be patient for once." She squeezes Req's knee warmly. "Though it can't take that long, can it?

"It's defs gonna be done by the end of the year. Cross my heart and all."

"Don't gotta go that far," and she cants in a little more. "If there's something I can do to help, uh, let me know."

She's quiet for a moment, gaze on you soft.

"Just... stay with me," she says. Then she pauses, and leans back a little, removing her hand from yours to wave it like she's clearing the air.

"Ugh, sorry. Gettin' all sappy. Don't worry about it-- just be around when you actually have the time to be, you know, like usual."

Nemesis nods, and reaches for Req's hand. "I will. And I can always make time, y'know. You don't gotta just take a ticket and wait for when you think I think you want me around or nothing."

Her hand curls around yours, and she seems kind of embarrassed. "Well-- y'know. It's not like I'm the only person in the world who wants your attention or anything. I'm happy to wait..."

"Well, you don't gotta be. I want your attention, too." This comes out self-conscious as well, her face turned a little away. Nevertheless she laces their fingers; hesitantly brings her free hand to take Req's other one as well.

"Like--I ain't sayin' it should all be on you. You're always independent and cool and got a lot going on all the time, so I-- I mean, I try not to get in your way too much. But just--if you want more space, you can say so. And if you want less space, you can say that, too. I wanna...I'll listen, at least."

"I-- nah, I don't, but--" she hesitates-- does her skin feel a little cooler? Surely not.

"I mean, no reason for me to take you away from peeps that need you more. I thought you were happy, with things like this...?"

She ridges her brows, but keeps her tone soft. "Are you happy with it?"

Earnestly:

"You being happy makes me happier than I can really say. "

"I ain't questioning that. And it's the same for me, believe it or not." She squeezes their linked hands, cheeks warm, and makes a really good case for herself to shut up.

But she's never been great at doing that when she ought to, and pushes on, smile going a little smaller. "If you gotta be unhappy just so I can be happy...that don't seem like the best arrangement. And maybe that ain't how it is, in which case, great. But if it is--or if it becomes that way--we should prolly do something about it...that's all I'm saying."

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