Crankit City. Dancing+

Snowy spins around in an epic twirl, taking you with him. Its the Shargabin celebration of light, witch entitles drinking, hard partying, and everyone of his family glaring at you because their not all that happy that your his Snipet, still a bit sore over past incidents.

"Yo look a bit sad man, whats wrong?" he pulls you out to the iron balcony overlooking the city.

"I don't think your family likes me....." you glance back to see the party in full swing.

"I don't care if they don't like yo, I do." he grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes, you couldn't look away from that intense gaze.

"Maybe I should go home...." you look away, you can't hide the hurt in your own eyes, his fingers tip your chin up to face him again.

"Tommy," he looked at you pleadingly, "Tommy look at me." your eyes move to his finally, "I'm only gonna say this once tonight," his lips where a centimeter away from yours, "I love you." and then he fricklick you gently. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean in to him.

He's fricklicked you before, but it had never been like this before, it had been more childish, something that hadn't mattered. But this was far different then the last time, or any other time. There was feeling behind it, feeling and passion, and what you could assume was love, and it was just so new, and wonderful, and nothing you had ever felt before.

Someone clears their throat from the sliding doors, you part to see it is, of all horrors, his mother, the living terror herself. Well shit, she would obviously hate him even more now than she did five minutes ago when her son was sweeping him around. Snowy grabs your hand and starts walking you past her, and surprisingly, out of the apartment, down the hall, out of the complex, and back to your own just next door. He takes you to the roof, and plugs in a small, beaten up radio, turning it to a station playing Shargabin music for the celebration.

He turns to you and holds out his hand.

"May I have this dance?" He says with a grin.

"I would be delighted." Your surprised that he starts waltzing you about, in a change of pace from his usual dub-stepping, head-banging, arm-flailing nonsense.

You can hear the party in his apartment, but at the top of the highrise in it's occupants garden, you didn't really care in the least, this party for two is much better. He stopped at the end of the song, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Can I-" he looks at you funny.

"If you want another fricklick, you don't have to ask-"

"No, I-I want to kiss you." you where taken aback by this.

You had never heard him use that old world word, it was far more meaningful in that way. Your eyes widen as he asks you this, you weren't expecting this, this sudden tenderness coming form him. Normally if he wanted to 'kiss' you, he would just do it, he just did what he wanted, but he always used the new slang for them, -kissing- Fricklicking, -friend- snipit, those were normal, expected.

"S-So you don't want me to-" Snowy looked away.

"I don't remember saying that...." you grab his chin and turn it towards yourself, and you carefully place a small kiss on his cheek.

Snowy leaned down and placed a small kiss on your lips. Yeah, fricklicking could just go screw it's self, kissing was way better. You'd have to tell Snowy that latter, but not right now, you'll just enjoy this while you can.


68/47/99 (The Shargabin Festival of Light.)