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It's not far from Jack's apartment. He might even be walking home from work--or more likely, a bar or club. Normal people wouldn't spot the Bright One so easily--but to Lost? They're basically a beacon, neon lights shining down from the top of a low building.
hey - look down ;) Jack sends the text as he strolls closer, hands in the pockets of his leather coat. He's got the thing zipped up against the increasingly chilly evening, and he's probably a little hard to spot in the shadows of the building.
Several seconds go by--then two little firefly sized lights appear over the side of the building--Lux's eyes blinking down at him. "Yo! Come on up!" ...How??? There's no stairs.
Jack grins...and disappears as he steps into one of the deeper shadows on the ground. The coppery tang of blood drifts up toward Lux, but Jack's nowhere to be seen. "Hey," comes his voice in their ear a couple seconds later, and there he is, crouched next to them and still grinning.
Lux blinks, squinting downwards as Jack just disappears. They look down and around curiously--then startle as he whispers. They blink over at him, then huff-snort while shoving hard at his shoulder. "What the hell? Did you run up here?"
"Just walked up the wall." He shrugs. "How'd you get up here?"
"...I walked up the wall." Lux glares playfully. "You should have told me you could do that! I would have dragged you to all my cool places!"
"I don't do it a lot, honestly sometimes I forget I can." He sounds a little embarrassed. "And I don't have the skills to do any of your parkour shit. So you'd have to wait for me to pick my way across roofs."
Their eyes roll. "Well, this is a great chance to learn how to keep up, isn't it?" They start walking to the center of the roof, where there's a large bulkhead that houses the stairs into the building. Fresh spraypaint covers the whole side of it, several different colors of cans resting on the ground in front of it, beside a backpack. The painting is a chaotic yet aesthetically appealing mess of swirling wires that--to fae eyes at least--might make one think of tangled thorns. But definitely just wires. They connect to and coil around a large microphone, out of the holes of which flows lines of neon color that look like a combination of airwaves and lightning bolts.
Jack follows, and after a few steps pulls them back a little to wrap his arms around them from behind. "Shit, Lux. That's gorgeous. What's your inspiration for it?" It's maybe a little teasing.
Lux 'oofs' softly, but lets themself be pull back against him. They grin, then shrug. "I dunno. Thought I'd do something big to celebrate Spring."
"It's not quite done yet, though."
"What d'you gotta do still?" Jack nuzzles their neck, leaving soft kisses.
"Just gotta clean up some lines and add some lettering," they reply, head tipping to the side to expose their neck. "How was work?"
"Mmmph," he mumbles. "Nothing new, still shitty. 'S getting hard to concentrate on all the other gigs I get, with this looming over our heads. 'N I'm not the only one. I...I got that TV interview tomorrow, just got confirmation."
Lux frowns thoughtfully. "Hmm..." They tilt their head back to look at him. "Anything I can do to help? Do you want to practice interview with me?"
"Last time we tried that we ended up practicing something very different," he chuckles. "But I'd be up for trying again. 'F I can do it not quite sober, I can do it however I am tomorrow, right?" Yeah, Jack. That's totally how it works.
"I'll be good tonight," they say with a heavy sigh, as if this was so much to ask of them. "Sounds like a plan. Let me finish up here real quick?"
"Sure." Another soft kiss, and Jack lets them go, flopping down on the roof to watch them work.
Lux steps away and grabs up a couple cans of spray paint to get back to work. They move quickly, trusting their dexterity and intuition rather than overthinking things. The painting is cleaned up, then they stretch to paint above it in sweeping script that intermingled with the colored lines in blocky colorful letters: LIFE STARTS AT THE END OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE. They hop back once they're finished, head tilting this way and that. It's not their best work but still quite pretty. "Good enough." They lean down and start scooping up cans into their backpack.
"That feels...pointed," Jack says with a laugh. But c'mon Jack, not everything's about you, right? He stands when Lux comes over, holding a hand out in an offer to help pack everything up.
Lux just shrugs, letting him help, but they're mostly just throwing things into the already paint stained backpack. They shrug it on, grinning at him. "So, your place?"
"...Wanna run there?" they offer, waving to the rooftops.
"You ever gonna let me see your place?" He's mostly teasing. Mostly. "But yeah, my place is fine."
"Next time," Lux says with a kiss to his cheek. They've said that the last three or four times Jack has asked... They grin, then take off running for the edge of the roof, launching themself across to the next, then continues running, leaving arcs and streaks of light behind them.
"You gonna...wait for me?" He laughs quietly as they zip away, and he slides into invisibility to make his unseen way back to his apartment.
"Nope!" They call back merrily. It doesn't take them long at all to get to the window of Jack's apartment. They climb up and force the door open. Or cheat with magic, if they have to. Then they perch on the window sill to wait for Jack, legs swinging over the edge idly.
It's a good couple minutes, before Jack gets home. Lux can probably hear him trudge up the stairs through the thin walls of his apartment, and he sighs heavily as he fumbles to put the key in the door.
Lux is already lounged across his couch, laying on their stomach with their shoes kicked off and backpack thrown off to the side. "Took you long enough," they tease, then toss a baggie towards him--inside is a couple already rolled blunts. "I promised you weed, too. Though maybe we should practice before getting high..."
"JesusChrist," Jack flinches in surprise at Lux's semi-unexpected glow on his couch. "D'you fuckin'...pull a Hostile Takeover? On my apartment?" It only takes him a second or two to calm down, and he sniffs in incredulous amusement as he drops his messenger bag by the door. The bag of blunts ends up on the floor too as he fails to catch it, and he groans quietly as he stoops to pick it up.
"Ummm... yeah." They eye him uncertainly. "...Guess I should have asked first. Sorry. You cool?"
"Yeah it's..." he waves it away. "It's fine." Is it really, Jack? He's walked into the tiny kitchen, making his expression impossible to see. "D'you want a drink?"
The Bright One at least has the decency to look guilty. "Uh... yeah, sure. Whatever you're having." They shift around to sit up on the couch, eyes following him to the kitchen.
Cheap beer it is, then, and Jack uncaps them both before plodding back into the living room. He looks tired, as usual, but not particularly upset. "Alright..." He hands Lux a beer. "I'm gonna go get my notes, 'n then you can ask me shit."
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