Dust, accumulated over what has to be years since this place was occupied. It reminds Mako a little of a club Zolt dragged him to once in the city, back when he was still a skinny angry scrap of a thing in Zolt's shadow, trying not to be terrified of the future being laid out for him.
Later, Wu had taken him to some little show in the city in a room a lot like this one. They'd sat at a table up near the stage and watched a singer croon under a spotlight at them, drinking soju that probably cost about as much as a month's rent at Mako's old place. Wu had mentioned to him that night, actually, that he'd love to be up there someday singing to a rapt audience.
The slight dip of feeling in Wu's voice pulls Mako from his own memories, and he looks down, his heart doing strange things in his chest. Wu is looking out over this place with an expression on his face that Mako's never really seen before. It makes him ache, just a little, to see it. Like he wants something badly, and like he's scared of just how much.
He wraps an arm around Wu's waist, tugs him close against his side, and is glad for the warmth of him. ]
As long as it has a bed somewhere, we can stay here. Doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time. We'd probably be doing it a favor.
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Dust, accumulated over what has to be years since this place was occupied. It reminds Mako a little of a club Zolt dragged him to once in the city, back when he was still a skinny angry scrap of a thing in Zolt's shadow, trying not to be terrified of the future being laid out for him.
That place was a cheap imitation of what this theater could be, all lamé curtains and wreathes of sweet smoke, the laughter and ooze of people playing at money they could never hope to have.
Later, Wu had taken him to some little show in the city in a room a lot like this one. They'd sat at a table up near the stage and watched a singer croon under a spotlight at them, drinking soju that probably cost about as much as a month's rent at Mako's old place. Wu had mentioned to him that night, actually, that he'd love to be up there someday singing to a rapt audience.
The slight dip of feeling in Wu's voice pulls Mako from his own memories, and he looks down, his heart doing strange things in his chest. Wu is looking out over this place with an expression on his face that Mako's never really seen before. It makes him ache, just a little, to see it. Like he wants something badly, and like he's scared of just how much.
He wraps an arm around Wu's waist, tugs him close against his side, and is glad for the warmth of him. ]
As long as it has a bed somewhere, we can stay here. Doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time. We'd probably be doing it a favor.