let me see you 1-2 step [c]

A wise finger lowered the volume on the device until it was virtually muted. Eyes flicked up at the brunette, patiently listening to his explanation and thinking he'd enjoy to play such a game with February sometime. After that, little karts raced across the screen to distract Bailey while the match was in progress. "That sounds pretty cool. I remember some church kids flocking houses back home--" There was more to the story, but the Junior frowned and stopped talking semi-abruptly.

Videos games were his prime interest, computers kind of melting into that somehow. Bailey didn't really know when he got caught up in the scheme, but he never really got himself out when messing up his major. In some sick way, he didn't care. "I could..." He chirped, finishing in 3rd place. "But I don't remember her name. Sometimes I get called in to be a stand-in, so the hair dresser at the shoot had done it. If February had made a fool of himself, Bailey didn't catch it.

Actually, he felt rude playing the game. He'd started it up on impulse, and seemed to shut it off the same way. Impulsively. Head turned to focus on the tiny dancer, offering up a sincere smile. "I think I could sneak you onto the shoot if I ever get called back." His hand ran through his hair, brushing up the blew to show his natural black. "I don't really keep up with it, but I'll style it if I'm in the mood." The tendrils fell from his palm, slipping down like stiff silk from the styling gel.

"What about you?" He grinned, leaning over to tossle around February's own head of hair. Teasing the latter with the question of who does that messy mane of cluttered locks.

"I was helping out a friend and got sucked in to it..." He admitted with a defeated chuckle. Even though he was happy to help when it fed his egotism such a sweet nectar, to be told he was handsome and attend photoshoots with more attractive people. "Every now and then I get a call to stand in or something, but nothing too glamorous..." The young man smirked at this statement as if he were being modest. It was done by a professional, took a day and another to get it to work perfectly, but the end result was beautiful, vibrant blue so it was all worth it.

To be honest, the bluenette was taken back when the ponytail was brought around. How did he not notice that creature hiding behind February before? He resisted laughing, because really it was actually kinda cute when he accepted the tail beneath his curious fingers. Bailey looked up at the latter with a pleasant smile, "Oh, neat. Like just the tail or all of it?" He sat back and waited for February to answer before quickly chiming up with the probing inquery, "And how does your girlfriend feel about that?" Because it's good to know these sort of things. Even if, surprise, this guy had a girlfriend--which Bailey seriously doubted--a question like this might tell him about the status of their relationship.

And if it would be easier to maybe, oh he wasn't sure, steal February away~

Bailey was already aware of the fact he was impressive, his life and appearance. It's not like they just get anyone to come in and model men's underwear. The only awkward part was the photographer wanting to stay with a particular style, sot they insisted he also wear a fake ring on his tongue and nipples. He was more than happy to play the part of a gritty punk sporting a pair of fitted underwear. And even though he felt it was unnecessary, Bailey later found they enhanced his groin to some ridiculously handsome size.

Could he really complain? At least it was flatting, he guessed.

This quiet brunette was a person that's just naturally funny, or rather he did funny things. To say dark colors suit him, but wears a white hoodie? "You could stain the tips, so it keeps the color, and it'd still be dark since it's not actually dying it..." Bailey used to do that a lot when he was younger, but with black hair it never really worked for him. He let the hair slip across his fingers as he brought his hand down.

Poor February, though. Bailey honestly couldn't help laughing when the question got such a rise, which was quite unexpectedly. Even though this guy seemed a bit shut into a shell, every now and then he surprised Bailey with such bold responses. He really liked that about him so far, so much so he dared to lean closer to him. A comfortable distance, but noticeably leaning in. "No." The simple answer he wanted to be incredibly clear to February. "I'm not dating anyone at the moment."

Although his mismtached hues were locked on the latter, they seemed to wink after what he'd said. Inviting him in to the sort of place a handful of others had regrettably ventured with the bluenette. Had he leaned closer? "Though..." Bailey murmured, "I'd like to..."

Bailey felt the electric tension splicing through the atmosphere between them. They were magnets of the same end, and the bluenette the force driving them together despite the protest of natural physical laws. He shouldn't touch February, he couldn't. It was impossible--that is, impossible for anyone not absolutely determined to bring them together. After all, people were like small magnets. All they needed to bend to his opposing attraction was just a little force.

A smirk wrinkled Bailey's cheek. He could feel the quick breathes of his little dancer hot against his lips, yet just as soon as he was close enough to seal the enormous pressure between them hands pushed off February's shoulders. The bluenette pushed up onto his feet, steps taken backward until he regained balance. "After I check my schedule, I think I'll shoot him a text... see if he's free next week."

Of course, Bailey wasn't going to just let this guy have it. He wanted him to want it so bad it would break every law of science, that the polarity between them would shatter and they'd just swing together, melt into each other until they were the same object occupying the same space. It was a little crazy, but whoever this invisible boy was that he'd met Bailey wanted to change him.

"I have to go, though. I'll call you, ok?" He reached down, offering a hand to help February off the ground.