[ At some point, after the lights have lowered (it's half past eight now, they've been here for literal hours and it doesn't feel like much, it doesn't feel like enough by far) and the light artist's work has been shown off properly, neon colours glowing in tubes between specifically chosen sculptures, like futuristic miniature roads, Claude steers them towards the small array of tents, the bumper car arena right next to them, loud screaming accompanying their every step down the earthy path, most of the grass long since trampled under foot or dead from the cold. Winter has been harsh this year - and they say global warming's a myth.
They're walking by various kinds of games, Whack-a-Mole, weight-guessing (slightly problematic, that one), fishbowl and Skee Ball - and Claude is getting ready to call it a night for now, they paid their due, now he wants to get home and heat up properly once more, preferably on Jean Louis' cock. He still feels the peck from earlier, like a tingle down his spine. Something soft and comforting that way. A little bit uneasy, for no discernible reason. Then, he spots the shooting gallery, get all the balloons and win a teddy bear-kinda game.
He halts, almost dead in his tracks, forcing Jean Louis to a sudden stop as well, but only because he's on his good side or he'd never. Staring for a long time at the tent, currently free and lit up by a row of big lightbulbs hanging along the roof and bright spots inside the tent, too, they won't even have to rub shoulders with anyone else, he turns slightly towards the other man and smiles at him, wide, a little bit of a challenge in it. ]
How's your aim? You think you could win me a teddy bear?
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They're walking by various kinds of games, Whack-a-Mole, weight-guessing (slightly problematic, that one), fishbowl and Skee Ball - and Claude is getting ready to call it a night for now, they paid their due, now he wants to get home and heat up properly once more, preferably on Jean Louis' cock. He still feels the peck from earlier, like a tingle down his spine. Something soft and comforting that way. A little bit uneasy, for no discernible reason. Then, he spots the shooting gallery, get all the balloons and win a teddy bear-kinda game.
He halts, almost dead in his tracks, forcing Jean Louis to a sudden stop as well, but only because he's on his good side or he'd never. Staring for a long time at the tent, currently free and lit up by a row of big lightbulbs hanging along the roof and bright spots inside the tent, too, they won't even have to rub shoulders with anyone else, he turns slightly towards the other man and smiles at him, wide, a little bit of a challenge in it. ]
How's your aim? You think you could win me a teddy bear?