[ there's something freeing about dancing with them that juno can't put his finger on. the room feels like it disappears, leaving just the sound and the warm washing of the lights and the weight of janus against him like a comfort he never asked for. his fingers trail just a little bit, finding a place along their upper arm, bearing in maybe a little closer just because somehow it totally makes it easier to dance with them. ]

I mean, parties are parties, maybe we do them a little bigger in Hyperion. Flashier, maybe. [ the city likes her neon, her brilliance, big skyscrapers, billboards, claustrophobic streets so lit up you'd think it's still the middle of the day well into the evening. ] Crime rate's higher, keeps me busy. Hell, most parties you go to are probably parties thrown by criminals themselves. It's messy.

[ he thinks about the kanagawas - practically advertising themselves all over the place and the hcpd laying low on their belly, pretending everything's just fine, that what they're doing on live television isn't a fucking crime in general. he shakes his head a little bit, brings his focus back to janus, to the slop of their nose, the part of their lips still leftover from the previous sentiment.

juno lets a hand slide up further to drape an arm over his shoulder, the warmth of being pleasantly buzzing through him. ]

Kissing's still just kissing, nothing all that complicated about it. 'Cause really, if it ain't broke no one needs to go fixing it.

[ he laughs and maybe comes a little too forward, but it can't be helped - he feels off-balanced and content and their foreheads just kind of end up knocking together a little as he leans. ]

No weird Martian make out tricks.