Eric watched from a clear vantage point, an empty aisle several feet away where he could pretend to examine the various brands of tape for sale as he watched Godric and the man through gaps in the shelving. The man's back faced Eric, so his expressions were hidden, but he could see Godric clearly: the youthful bubble of space, openness and innocence that were entirely learned.
Richard smiled politely, almost shyly, at Godric. "It's a good one," he offered, pointing at the carton. "You really need two people for it, though." He wore khakis, a clean striped navy buttondown, brown shoes. Attractive enough, if you liked middle managers who golfed.
Godric looked up, a bright smile on his face. Richard was just a little too far into his personal space to be entirely innocuous, something that most fourteen-year-old humans wouldn't be wise or wary enough to pick up on. It most certainly was not lost on Godric.
"Yeah, my dad said he'd play it with me when it came out, but he and my mom are out of town right now." He shrugged cutely, looking a little annoyed. "Sucks, you know? Now all my friends are going to be able to play it before me."
Richard smiled again, in a way that seemed mostly friendly. "That totally sucks."
Eric snerked quietly to himself. If only the bastard knew. Everything was going to suck for him, soon.
Richard shoved his hands in his pockets. Unconsciously he mimicked the teenaged body language that generally set them at ease. "I'd be happy to play it with you. Show you a few Easter eggs I've found." He shrugged a little, as if to say it was no big deal.
"Really?" Godric grinned excitedly. "Man, I didn't even know anyone had found the easter eggs yet. Do you work for the industry or something?" He was guileless as he gave the man another opening, leading him like a pig to slaughter. Had he been any less perfect in his persona, any less bright-eyed and beautiful, the frequency at which he gave Richard cues to manipulate him might have seemed suspicious. As it was, he only seemed entirely ignorant of the evils of the world. Pure, unspoiled and trusting.
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Richard smiled politely, almost shyly, at Godric. "It's a good one," he offered, pointing at the carton. "You really need two people for it, though." He wore khakis, a clean striped navy buttondown, brown shoes. Attractive enough, if you liked middle managers who golfed.
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"Yeah, my dad said he'd play it with me when it came out, but he and my mom are out of town right now." He shrugged cutely, looking a little annoyed. "Sucks, you know? Now all my friends are going to be able to play it before me."
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Eric snerked quietly to himself. If only the bastard knew. Everything was going to suck for him, soon.
Richard shoved his hands in his pockets. Unconsciously he mimicked the teenaged body language that generally set them at ease. "I'd be happy to play it with you. Show you a few Easter eggs I've found." He shrugged a little, as if to say it was no big deal.
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