<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/JNEFg4a.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Liam O'Hara and <strong>Balor</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured + chipped forest green nail polish and faded jeans</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 9th; morning</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Boy's Cabin</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Thorne | </em><br/><hr/><br/>"Yeah, I've noticed that," Liam breathes. And there's... a moment there, he thinks, of something shared. Because he really does feel like Thorne understands a little, in a way most other people don't. On one hand it's nice, on the other hand he feels for anyone that might have been in a similar situation to himself. He's finding he likes Thorne, a bit, and it's sad to think the other boy might have grown up poor as well.<br/><br/>He likely had it worse, Liam thinks, judging from a couple of the things he's sort of let slip. But now is hardly the time to think about it or interrogate the other, not when they're getting along and it's early and this is... it's nice. Pleasant. Maybe even, dare he say, comfortable.<br/><br/>It's a comfort that's tested a little as the conversation continues. The lack of outright rejection at least seems to have Liam contemplative, because yeah, it<em>is</em>likely every big star had had their moments of self-doubt, of questioning, wondering if they should do something<em>normal</em>and boring and safe. He'd maybe have liked more blatant encouragement, but Liam isn't used to such things regardless so he's not sure what he'd even do with it if he had it. Besides, he's getting the feeling that's not Thorne's style. "Trying is definitely something I can do," he agrees, lips quirking. "Sometimes I think I just kept with the guitar out of spite, because people said I wouldn't. Or that I'd never be any good at it."<br/><br/>And that's... getting a little too honest even for Liam, who bites his bottom lip and is clearly cursing himself. He's really, really bad about knowing when to shut his big mouth. He's altogether too happy when the conversation shifts. This isn't meant to be a tell-all about Liam, but he's finding it difficult to stop when Thorne is<em>right there</em>and the seemingly interested, or at least commenting.<br/><br/>Having Thorne examine him so blatantly isn't much better, Liam admits. There's a weight to the other boy's stare and he fidgets, waiting, though the color choices end up making him grin. "Noted on the lips." Balor seemingly can't help himself, chiming in dryly,<strong>"Maybe he could use it, he always looks like he's pouting."</strong>Liam turns a betrayed glance on the cat, who flicks its tail in a shrug. "Excuse you. No comments from the peanut gallery, unless you want to see how well these<em>actually</em>test on animals." He throws back, and Balor sniffs haughtily.<br/><br/>Glancing in the mirror, Liam muses. "Gold, bronze, and purple huh. Can we...?" he chances, seemingly a little hopeful. He's not sure what makeup Thorne actually brought with him, but. He'd like to try, if possible.<br/><br/>Though either way the conversation goes down darker paths again, and it's obvious both of them have history. The snapping makes him flinch a bit, but he still tries to meet Thorne's eyes. "I didn't think that," he offers quietly. "If I had another place to go, maybe I'd run too." Running a hand through his hair, he doesn't know where to go with this. "Why... don't you like to stick around?" Liam asks, tentative. "We can go back to the makeup, if you'd prefer," he offers almost immediately after, not wanting to actually chase Thorne away and not sure where the boundaries are.<br/><br/>It's clear it's a sensitive subject.<br/><br/>The dichotomy between their conversation and the stuffed animals might be amusing at another point, as Balor seems to be taking the game seriously and counting with all of his eyes shut. When he reaches the requisite number they all open, and he's immediately looking around. Prowling, the stuffed animal grins and it's almost an odd echo of Liam's. Having seen how Sad Kitty interacts with Thorne, behind him is the first place Balor looks. He crouches down low, hind quarters wiggling, before he pounces forward with an<strong>"Ah-hah!"</strong>, only to mrow to himself when he doesn't find the other cat.<strong>"Where else...,"</strong>he muses.<strong>"Come out, come out...,"</strong>Balor teases, enjoying himself.