[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles, watching Orpheus. "I... have no idea what to say to that."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans in to kiss him. "Don't say anything, then."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve can do that. He kisses Orpheus back instead.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles against his lips, pulling back with a grin when he's finished washing Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles too, holding Orpheus's face. "Would you like to go out tonight? Dinner and a play, maybe?"

[golden_lyre]

"That sounds lovely."

He pauses and looks down at himself.

"I didn't really bring anything to wear, though."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We could go shopping."

[golden_lyre]

"We could, if you're up for that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, I'm up for it.

"What kind of shops do you usually go to?" He catches Orpheus's hand and pulls him back to the living room so they can get dressed.

[golden_lyre]

"That depends on what kind of clothes I need," Orpheus says, picking up his discarded clothes as they go.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"If we're going out tonight, there's no time to find a tailor," Steve muses as he pulls on his trousers. "I don't think a suit is really necessary, though. Maybe just a jacket and nice pants."


[ooc: Dinnertime.]

[golden_lyre]

"In that case, I put myself in your hands."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls on his T-shirt. "I'll take you where my assistant usually goes for me," he decides. "She says it's easy to shop for me--she just has to think like her grandpa--but I'm sure we can find something there you like."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus says, tugging on his own shirt. "I don't want to come out of this looking like her grandpa."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks down at his white T-shirt and khakis. "This doesn't seem that old-fashioned, does it?"

[ooc: still packing, so will be slow.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus looks him over. "It suits you."


[ooc: Kaykay.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"But do I look... odd? I get looks a lot."

Oh, Steve.

[golden_lyre]

He chuckles. "People stare because you're hot, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, that," Steve says and pulls on a plaid shirt. "I suppose that's better than because I dress wrong.

"Though that seems hard to do nowadays."

[golden_lyre]

"To dress wrong? I suppose so?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I could color my hair green and stick a safety pin through my nose," Steve says and picks up his boots. "Not that I'd want to, but people do."

[golden_lyre]

"There are some places you could go where that would be dressing wrong."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Like where I want to take you tonight," Steve says with a grin, and finishes tying his boots. "Ready?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and pulls on his last shoe. "Whenever you are, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"C'mon," says Steve, picking up his jacket, and reaches for Orpheus's hand.