[ he sets most of the disguise down, giving long stretch after doing so. he leaves the last shift on, walking over to where sam is shrugging on the pack. it's a split second as the wings go out and peter moves out of its way with a smooth set of steps, the reaction on his face never once shifting from the thrill of seeing them even as stationary as they are. he leans in just a bit to have a closer look at the mechanism. he's no engineer, but he's made up of all kinds of curious parts, mind heating over with fascination that pings off itself over and over again. ]
I can't blame you for taking them back, these are incredible.
[ he lifts a hand and levels his eyes with sam's. he's tactile. you can't blame him for wanting to touch. his fingers are practically itching. ]
Could I?
[ asking for permission is not something peter nureyev does when it comes to putting his fingers on something he's fascinated by, but hadrian black is polite, so he will ask with an imploring smile to match. ]
no subject
[ he sets most of the disguise down, giving long stretch after doing so. he leaves the last shift on, walking over to where sam is shrugging on the pack. it's a split second as the wings go out and peter moves out of its way with a smooth set of steps, the reaction on his face never once shifting from the thrill of seeing them even as stationary as they are. he leans in just a bit to have a closer look at the mechanism. he's no engineer, but he's made up of all kinds of curious parts, mind heating over with fascination that pings off itself over and over again. ]
I can't blame you for taking them back, these are incredible.
[ he lifts a hand and levels his eyes with sam's. he's tactile. you can't blame him for wanting to touch. his fingers are practically itching. ]
Could I?
[ asking for permission is not something peter nureyev does when it comes to putting his fingers on something he's fascinated by, but hadrian black is polite, so he will ask with an imploring smile to match. ]