【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
( ooc: pardon my dust — m/m, m/f, m/*, 16+ characters all a-ok. kizuna is an empath! he can passively sense the emotions of others or be forcibly linked to someone's feelings if they're intense enough. when linked, he can mirror the physical abilities of the other person, such as fighting, stamina, pain-tolerance, skills of dexterity, etc. throw me a note somewhere if you'd like to play with this aspect and to what degree! and if that's not at all or if you'd prefer to slowburn it, no sweat, happy to handwave. )
— EVENS, NEW ARRIVAL.
A — WAKING UP: [ It's not unusual for Kizuna to feel like he's been flipped upside down and submerged. Like he's enveloped in something too close, too searing hot. What is unusual is the fact that there's no one dredging him back up, showing him which direction is which, how to breathe again. When his eyes shoot open, it's to soft light. Softer surroundings. Sheer fabric, the precious glint of metal tones. Breathing — breathing not his own. Weight not his own. Senses illuminating, he smells sugar, skin. He's likely awake first, consciousness needled into overdrive. It's enough to take note of the decadent surroundings, the fresh press of his white tuxedo studded with sapphire and gold accents. Reaching immediately for his left ear, he finds the hoop earring gone and replaced with a chunk of diamond.
He could be frightened. He could be confused, allowing the growing knot in the pit of his stomach to twist upwards at his emotions. But as he feels someone else stir beside him, he opts to allow this atmosphere to take him. Newlyweds. Devotion. Love. Propping himself up on one elbow to gaze downward, his eyes crinkle fondly at their corners as if he's been waiting all his life for this moment. ]
Good morning~ ♥ [ He smiles like he has a secret. (He doesn't, but when in Rome.) ] Did you sleep well, darling?
B — WELCOMING: [ Given time to sit in the splendor of the suite arranged just for them, Kizuna eventually happens upon the most blatant and yet unassuming of the gifts: the little velvet boxes. Snapping one open on its soft hinges, Kizuna takes out the wedding band, peering at it amiably. ]
Hmm. Shall we see if it's a perfect fit?
[ Kizuna removes it from the box and fearlessly slips it onto his ring finger for size. It's then that he stills, golden eyes pinning wide for a moment, pupils looking... strange. Whatever it's done to him, it's enough to send a crack ribboning through his otherwise stable demeanor. It lasts only a second before he shifts, fussing with the band before flashing an apologetic smile. His shroud of whimsy momentarily peels back and reveals the sincerity beneath. ]
I know it's tradition, but maybe you shouldn't try this on. Still, look at that.
[ A leading glance at the rest of the wedding gifts. ]
Lucky us, there's so many other things to open.
— ODDS, NEW ARRIVAL.
OCTOPI: [ If you thought you would get a brief respite from the theatrics of the resort above, you'll probably have the misfortune of witnessing a pathetic sight in the depths of the caverns below: Kizuna with his once-nice pants rolled up to his knees, hauling ass through the water. Behind him, a sticky surge of creatures roils behind him, hot on his trail. In his panic, he has not yet had the foresight to try and vault up onto one of the carved ledges. ]
Noooo, I hate fighting!! But I don't have enough [ hands ] [ holes ] attention for all of you, I'm sorry! Wah —
[ He stumbles, looking like he might eat shit in the water. ...there is also a tiny octopus happily latched onto his back that he hasn't actually noticed yet. ]
— WELCOME, ELEVATORS.
A — THE HARD-UP MAIDEN (ota kinks): [ Taking the elevator in a fancy casino, sure. Having company in that elevator? Also not really out of the ordinary, regardless of his curiosities and how they spread through him like a fever. But where agitation should be there is only eerie smoothness, acceptance held over a deep reservoir of observation. Which is why when the elevator lurches on its cables and grinds to a halt, he's more ready to listen to the pleas of the painted maiden-fair than he ought to be.
In fact, there's a sort of downhearted look in his eyes as he hums low in his throat, considering the options. ]
You know, I do feel sorry for her.
[ Yes, this is what he's focusing on rather than escaping. ]
B — THE TEASING TRIO (ota kinks): Aha. ☆ Did you hear them? We look cute together.
[ Evidently, Kizuna either doesn't think it's weird that 1. the elevator has just plain stopped, or 2. the painting is not only talking, but playing a little bit of matchmaker. Not his first rodeo? Has he simply given up any hope for normalcy? After the last few encounters in this place, it seems he's just gone full tilt and let his suspension of disbelief take over his better senses (most of which are a wreck by now anyway, but shh, he won't be the first to let on.) ]
What do you think? [ A capricious and very obliging wink. ] Should we prove it?
— FREE LOVE.
EROTIC ENCOUNTERS (cw: crossdressing): [ Hello, perhaps you've had the misfortune of encountering Kizuna fresh out of Alice and the Parrots. Not for the Adorable and Sexy line, but, well — well.
Here he is, decked out in full maid gear: a beautiful full skirt affixed to his waist by an expertly fitted apron hemmed in ruffles. Each seam and crease seems to mold to his body thanks to the tailors; crowned with a little headband and armed with a fluffy feather duster, he looks more pleased to be wearing this costume than his usual disposition might suggest, given the circumstances. Almost as if he's been here before... but anyway.
With a flirty flip of his skirt, he grins. ]
Pretty, right? A lot of craftsmanship went into this! It shows, don't you think? [ Fixing the nearest onlooker with a cheeky gaze, he approaches and gives a flick of the duster over their cheek. ] And you'll never guess what I'm wearing underneath~ ♥
[ Unclear whether it's the costume or if he's just Like This. ]
— POP UP.
A — WEDDING SLOT MACHINE (ota sweet or spicy pulls, can rng as we go): I've had my fill of marital bliss, I think.
[ Kizuna remarks with no ill-will, instead meaning to commiserate with anyone exploring the Chapel like he is. Might as well, given the sorts of things he's gotten up to so far. Leave no stone unturned, so forth. He's instead eyeing the slot machines thoughtfully. There are some suspect slots on there, but hey.
Giving a toss of his head towards the mechanical whirring and jingling, his gaze is quieter but no less outgoing. ]
But we are in a casino. Want to test one of the slot machines with me? [ Removing one of his hands from his pocket, he gives his watch an enterprising little wiggle. ] I've heard the money's good.
B — BRIDAL SUITE (he's fucking dying bro): [ In the end, Kizuna finds himself in remarkably similar surroundings to what he'd awoken in: the luscious trappings of a bridal suite, meant to charm and ensnare and soothe the ache of being alone somewhere new. It's been a good distraction. Intimacy has always been Kizuna's first offense when he stands to gain something (understanding, knowledge) but it has always come at a price. Because he's come here alone, no one is going to remind him of that, least of all himself.
Which is why anyone looking to escape to one of the bridal suites in the Phoenix Chapel will find one occupied, but not in the way they might think. Seated on the edge of the bed, Kizuna pinches his brow briefly before sliding his fingers towards his earlobe, clutching the diamond earring there like a lifeline. ]
Aah, turn it off, turn it off... I might really die at this rate. [ With a defeated sigh, he flops over, too listless to really express the frustration he feels. A puff of rose petals shoots out from his weight — and it's then he realizes he's not alone, staring upside-down and haggardly at whoever's wandered in. ] Oh.
[ He squints in the low halo of candlelight and can't find it in himself to sit upright. ]
( It's annoying enough trying to traverse these tunnels in a wedding dress. Esikko has pulled up the ends enough to tie them into a knot at his side, making it easier to move his legs freely— but he's still trying to be careful to avoid sloshing through too much water, let alone facing down those tentacles...
But someone running screaming down the tunnel makes that a little difficult. The pink haired prince is right in the path of Kizuna, and while he's in the perfect position to catch the stranger who's just stumbled straight towards him—
He side steps instead, not wanting to get dragged into that water. He watches Kizuna fall with a splash, expression a little flat as he then tries to scramble up and out to the carved ledges himself. )
Oops. Ah, you know, you should really be more careful—
( The splashes of octopi following quickly after are deafening, and he scrambles, barely making it to the edge, and hardly in any stable position. )
[ And there he was, grateful to see someone else in these dark, damp caverns... only to be snubbed by this beautiful prince on this, the day of their wedding?!
Okay, so maybe Esikko isn't the one he woke up next to earlier, but look, they're in what was surely nice wedding attire at one point, down here together. It has to mean something. Or so he'd thought before he was left to trip like an anime maiden and land face-first in the water. There's some flailing and hysterical bubbling as he finally breaks the surface again, half-swimming and half-scrabbling up to the same ledge. ]
Umm! [ COUGH ] Well — [ SNIFF... don't mind him as he just reaches up to try and get a hold of Esi's dress hem... ] I lost count after a while?!
[He's a curious person - this place is full of little nooks and crannies to poke one's nose in, so Nathaniel can't help to open any door he finds like a kid who doesn't know better.]
[This suit is occupied, it seems, and he freezes for a moment, staring right back at the man who so haggardly gives him a greeting.]
Oh. Sorry.
[And a beat - he has half a mind to leave well enough alone, but...well, there's that curiosity thing, again.]
[ Momentarily, Kizuna is caught in that peculiar space: between the feeling of being left alone and the feeling of being seen. It's not often that someone he doesn't know catches him with a dent in his usual cavalier exterior. For a moment he lays there contemplating what he should do or say... and eventually winds up puffing a huge sigh, rolling over onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow, the plush comforter sinking beneath his weight. ]
No, no dying. Not yet. [ He smiles, a little drawn. Then conversationally: ] Were you concerned?
[Having been here for a little while now, Matoba finds that the greatest challenge in the resort is not withstanding its aphrodisiacs and compulsions, nor is it even his fellow players- it's staving off the boredom of a wonderland without a care. As a man used to being quite busy, anything he can investigate is a decent replacement in the meantime.]
[He, too, is curious about the slot machines. He remembers seeing couples and groups playing with the dice at the masquerade around the time he arrived, and he wonders if this is much the same- a little nudge into compliance from the resort. But, he hasn't tested it yet himself.]
[Why not use this man as a guinea pig?]
Sure, [Matoba smiles, head tilting to one side; it shifts his bangs, revealing more of a strange paper eyepatch covering his right eye.] There is a wealth of things one can earn from the casino besides just chips. Do you want to find out what they are, together?
-- [ooc; Down for whatever slots-wise! There's some empath info here! Tl;dr slimy, icky white noise; he's experienced in being closed off, if Kizuna'd like to note it.]
( ooc: you got it :eyes: down for the 🌶️ option? )
[ Sure. In a single word, Kizuna takes pause, the easy cadence of his demeanor flickering; the sensation of something dark and oily slides down the back of his throat, its kaleidoscopic glint slipping into the pit of his stomach. Kizuna stares openly at the other man for a moment, but the rift mends as soon as it's torn open, allayed by familiarity with sensations like this.
The sounds of the chapel roar back into his ears and Kizuna reorients, gaze moving aside. ]
Oh? Other things, then? It sounds as if you're somewhat familiar already. [ The smile that crosses his features is slower this time but no less sincere. Kizuna wards an arm out. ] After you.
[ At least there's someone else who's had enough of the marital craze.
Six is torn between walking out of the casino versus staying put and feeding his own curiousity, but it looks like the cat is about to die in this one. He peers towards the slot machines that were gestured at, his right ear flicking once with interest. ]
Would the prize be worth the trouble?
[ He doesn't trust anything in this casino, bro. ]
[ the elevator's gears grind to a halt and with it, Getou's last nerve of patience snaps in two. ]
[ his clothing is covered in mud and he smells like the inside of a beach creature's ass. seaweed tangles indelicately in his messy, fallen hair; there's ocean shale and pebbling beneath his fingernails. his suite has finally, finally been assigned to him and mercy of all mercies, he gets his own private shower. an elevator ride from the basement to the middle suites shouldn't be a problem, right? right? ]
[ wrong, apparently. and the one he's been trapped with is either a real lover or has lost his sense of smell. Getou flashes him a soul-drained look and does his best not to let his features curl into a snarl of disgust. ]
Have you ever kissed a dead fish? I imagine this is how it might be. [ a wide gesture to himself in the berth he's given himself. he has a high tolerance for swallowing detritus, but he doesn't expect the next guy to. ]
Eeh? [ Except it doesn't seem love is exactly on his mind, despite his jaunty declarations of moments prior. And much to the Trio's burgeoning disappointment, he clarifies: ] Who said anything about kissing?
[ Instead, Kizuna moves around Getou, consolingly picking bits of seaweed out of his hair, brushing away what bits of sand he can see embellishing his shoulders. Before he can really think not to, his expression twists in concern. ]
My nose may be working fine, but it's not really me having the bad day here.
( erza is truly living her best life in all these fancy ( and not so fancy ) clothing shops. there are several bags on her arms as she contemplates where she wants to go to next. however, she's waylaid by a man in a maid costume; it's not the worst delay she's ever had in her life.
she makes a small, startled noise when the duster brushes over her cheek and stares at him in rather open amazement and near awe. which is probably weird, but, whatever. it suits him, in some weird way. eyes round and sparkling, she peers at him to take it all in — why not, if he's pleased to be in it? — and then offers a big, bright smile, )
It's very pretty. ( her brows raise, lips rounded into a small o-shape for a moment as her hand lifts to tap at her chin, ) But, what do you mean? Is there something special underneath?
[ What a cute look. So heartfelt, too. Kizuna's expression mellows, a little less promiscuous. But only a little. He gives the duster another flutter and punctuates it with a wink, more coy this time. ]
I'm sure the shop would love to hear that praise! Then again, so do I.
[ And with that innocence in mind, he tuts softly. ]
We can leave some things to the imagination for now, though. [ His gaze flicks to Erza's handfuls of bags. ] Have you been having fun too?
[ the voice touches his ears and even before he can react with words, pink touches his cheeks. a giggle threatens to part smiling lips and then does so without warning--- almost instinctive in nature. that regardless of where he is, what kind of new dream he's having, it's already setting a scene? how could he not play the part of a bride who is waking up next to their newly wed husband?
and then robin realizes it's not some strange fantasy. it's real. eyelashes flutter and the smile fades as he jolts upward, sitting in the bed. that he's not wearing comfortable pajamas, wrapped up in what is becoming his favorite blankets and surrounded by his favorite stuffed animals (bears and rabbits bearing ribbons of green and pink), but. a completely new bed. and.
someone greeting him. ]
Oh! [ the straps on his shoulders are halfway to falling off. he's wearing a white silken dress of sorts. as he reaches up to touch his neck, where a thin golden necklace is resting around his throat, his fingers touch the scars before he lets his hand rest back down in his lap. ]
[ Curious, to see where his hands immediately go in a situation like this. There's a minuscule flit of his eyes to the scars before Kizuna's focus hones in on his now-awake "bride". The comment makes the fondness crease deeper at the corners of his eyes and his mouth, sincere in spite of the situation. He tried, and it was very cute. ]
I slept wonderfully, but I think I prefer being awake. I can see you now, after all.
[ If he can lay it on thick, he will. Canting his head, Kizuna's knuckles curl against his jaw curiously. And with the other hand, he reaches out to gently pluck at one of the satiny straps, smoothing it back up onto Robin's shoulder. ]
( does it show... kirma is only here on an errand, not even for himself. he stops when addressed; he isn't rude. he just isn't the one to be asking here, he thinks. though he doesn't show it, the displeasure rolls off of him in waves. somehow, kizuna's ruffles do little to abate it. )
Nothing.
( by now, he's starting to get a measure of the place. the guess is easy, obvious, and with any luck, incorrect. )
no. actually, he can. it’s not even the first (potentially not even the second??) time this has happened to makoto, but it’s not like he has any fucking choice. after his first little encounter in the elevators with the portraits and their demands, he had pointedly started to take the stairs wherever he went, regardless of distance or exhaustion. at first, he felt as though the layout of the resort was trying to punish him for his choice, making the flights go on forever—still, he’d prefer wind up winded and aching than once again played around with like he was a doll on a stage. but then the resort got cleverer. it seemingly started moving the entrances to the stairwells entirely, making him stumble across doorways to wide, empty activity rooms or entirely blank walls.
so, if he wants to go anywhere in this damnable place, he has to use the elevators. and this keeps happening to him. truly, this place is more of a hell than hell itself.
the portrait in here isn’t john, though, here to reap another sordid secret of his. instead, it’s a trio that demand to see something cute, something sweet, some excitement in the youthful thrill of flirtation. makoto’s stomach turns. his companion in this elevator ride—a taller young man who has the sort of handsome face that makes makoto feel embarrassed to even stand next to him—seems rather taken with the idea, even as makoto slowly sinks beneath the weight of his own irritation at what’s going on.
but—he supposes it’s better than admitting a dark secret. maybe.
makoto turns to look up at kizuna as he offers a sly wink. it’s then that his peeved expression breaks, revealing some uncertainty below it. ) I… I’m—not the best at, “sweet.”
( because, ya know, he’s more of savory guy. ba-dum-tish. )
But… ( he turns, and with boldness incongruent with what he’d said just a moment before, he takes the stranger’s hand. there’s a sort of youthful nervousness and tenderness to the action; he holds it gently, but firmly, coin-silver eyes on kizuna’s. ) We can try.
[ It comes out as a disbelieving sputter, and Mona's cheeks quickly flush pink.
She has never actually seen a gentleman wear women's clothes before, so this—it's definitely unfamiliar to her. But like the stranger says, it does somehow suit him. The rich fabric hugs his narrow waist, unexpectedly drawing Mona's attention there first. Since when has a man's hips ever caused her to stare? It takes a moment for her to tear her gaze away and focus on the feather duster in his hand. The little accessory completes his overall outfit.
Oh, if only the resort had been kind enough to supply her with proper attire, too. She had been wandering in a daze for some time now, and when she'd snapped to, she was still unfortunately wearing her skimpy maid-themed lingerie bikini... thing. Woe is me and all that. ]
I beg your pardon?
[ And yet, Mona does end up glancing down at his groin as if expecting to see something lacy there. ]
[ Nearby and likewise checking out these new slot machines, Rokurou snorts lightly at the small jab toward marital bliss. He rubs his upper lip with mirth as he studies the panels of the slot machines, amused, since it seems that the wedding theme marches on even here. He may be a man of commitment but even he's found the celebrations to be a bit much. Unsurprising, given his experiences in the Peacock thusfar. They never do anything in small amounts. ]
Sure, I can always use more chips. [ being a low rank comes mostly with disadantages. namely, having to pay for everything. the upper ranks get freebies just for going outside, but the lowly basement dwellers can't get so much as shampoo without forking over some money. he's in no position to turn his nose up. ] These actually look pretty fun.
[ He drops into one of the seats in front of the slot machine, strapping an arm across the back in comfortable lean. ]
After you. ( ooc: hello hello ♥ ro's emotions are actually dulled/cut so any sensing from him would likely offer a numbing sensation if you'd like to play with that. or he flips to intense bloodlust which... you'll know.... ANYWAY yes, cheers! )
[ Seimei is actually enjoying investigating the various rooms of the resort and finding out just what they have in store for the guests. He should be more concerned for his safety--or at least his pride--but Seimei has rarely experienced any real fear in his life, and he has yet to really learn his lesson. Perching up on one of the ledges, he is definitely not where he belongs. This is what happens when you poke into places without permission, but the onmyouji still looks pleased with himself. ]
Hello there!
[ He calls out to Kizuna just as he's about to trip back into the water. With a wave of his hand, Seimei casts a gust of wind down to catch the other guest, propping him back on his feet. ]
Are you swimming? You look like you're making too many friends.
[ Oh my, what a handsome and genial young man. As far as partners to be trapped in a small space with, he's far from the worst choice. His playful wink prompts an answering smile and coy flutter of her own lashes, a low laugh escaping past her lips. ]
How could I possibly say no when you've asked so charmingly?
[ Evidently this is also not her first rodeo, though after 500 years of existence most things are no longer new to her. She sashays a little closer, peering at him through her lashes, that easy smile still present on her lips. The portrait on the wall seems to approve of their combined antics, letting out an encouraging whistle. ]
But how much proving will be enough, do you think?
[ there's something ironic about the fact that he's found himself here just as they're doing a wedding special. not that he's familiar with the context of the decor, but he can put two and two together. either way, after getting roped into officiating multiple impromptu weddings, wolfwood figured he's earned himself a smoke break, wandering into one of the bridal suites just for a moment of reprieve.
he spots kizuna as he lights the end of one, flicking his lighter closed as he takes a deep drag, watching the way the other man flops over onto the massive bed. wolfwood meets kizuna's haggard, upside-down stare with a quirked brow, something close to amusement playing on his lips. ]
Hi. [ he has the decency to blow the smoke away from kizuna at least, as he leans down a little. ] Feelin' overwhelmed?
[ooc: Sasuke is........ radiating emotion at the best of times, so feel free to have Kizuna pick up on that! Most likely a tangle of embarrassment/frustration/confusion in this scenario. I'll do my best to give u some juicy meta to work with as well. 🙏]
[This is not where he had intended to be. As much of the resort as he's explored to this point, the shopping area remains an impervious mystery — on account of the fact that he avoids it as much as he possibly can. There's no reason to spend his money on useless commodities, especially when he has so little of it as a rank two. What conservative pool of chips he's managed to earn are reserved almost strictly for food and daily necessities.
Yet, today Sasuke has made an exception. There is something he needs here, and he treats it like a mission — get in and get out without complication, without distractions, and avoid people.
Somewhere he's made a wrong turn. An open look of horror regards the interior of Alice and the Parrots' boutique, stopped short near a display of lingerie. It's enough opportunity for someone to approach him — sensed, belatedly, as Sasuke's hand flashes out to catch the offender's wrist. Don't just? tickle his cheek? Excuse me?]
What's wrong with you? [Point-blank accusation.] ... Why are you dressed like a woman?
[By this point, he’s aware of the (intended) purpose for these interim spaces—but that doesn’t deter him from darting inside the bridal suite with the look of a wanted man, eyes wide and breaths ragged. Stiles leans back against the closed door, head cocked as he listens to the commotion just outside. Yet again, he’s been caught counting cards; the dealers have demonstrated little tolerance for it, considering his pitiful rank as a measly two of spades. Still, it seems like security failed to note his hasty escape into this room.
Just like the American teen failed to note that said room is already occupied. He startles at the sound of Kizuna’s voice, head whipping around to locate the source. The other man’s histrionics incite a spike of mild alarm in Stiles, who hopes the grievance wasn’t overheard by anyone outside. Desperate to placate his temporary companion, he sets out to fix the problem.
Obviously, Kizuna is complaining about the tasteless “mood” music. Stiles darts across the space on tip toes to where the offensive symphony is emitting, ruthlessly pressing buttons on the player until it finally is subdued.]
There. [His voice is hushed, gaze swinging back toward the door before he glances at Kizuna.] It’s off. No dying now. Or, if you really have to, just do it quietly. Like, with a pillow over your face maybe?
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(a hundred years it has been since kimihiro’s eyes rested upon something that isn’t the shop he owns. it’s the price he paid, both ‘he’s - one must keep his journey, never staying in the same place, and kimihiro? kimihiro can’t leave the store, or, well, he couldn’t. he promised that he’d wait for her in the place she taught him he was worth something, where she guided and annoyed him, so there had never been any intentions of leaving within him anyway. even know, with knowledge that he is powerful enough to override it and breathe new airs, he won’t move, stubborn to the bone, clinging to something gone in hopes his wish can come true, while he works on everyone else’s.
which is why when he awakens, he’s in a state of utter confusion. may it be a dream? no, he can tell them now. that’s the dimension he walks more often than not, but then again — how? who? eyes, one golden and one blue, look around almost in bewilderment. if not a dream, then what is it? and then, those clothes— he doesn’t remember ever being asked in marriage, let alone agreeing to it. the japanese groom attire fit him perfectly, and he takes a look at the person next to him as he sits.
… bro. seriously, bro.
his current job and the years made him tired, his voice and demeanor often customer service-y, but the fact is that underneath, he is still hot-headed, just much more dulled out. therefore, what his brain produces is a very loud WHAT THE FUCK, while his lips say a much more polite version of it, yet the tone does tell him the 17-year-old who is actually that plus a hundred is not pleased.)
… Who are you, what am I doing here? I ask that I am not taken from my store willy-nilly.
kagami kizuna — you shouldn't ask him.
— EVENS, NEW ARRIVAL.
— ODDS, NEW ARRIVAL.
— WELCOME, ELEVATORS.
— FREE LOVE.
— POP UP.
octopi!!!
But someone running screaming down the tunnel makes that a little difficult. The pink haired prince is right in the path of Kizuna, and while he's in the perfect position to catch the stranger who's just stumbled straight towards him—
He side steps instead, not wanting to get dragged into that water. He watches Kizuna fall with a splash, expression a little flat as he then tries to scramble up and out to the carved ledges himself. )
Oops. Ah, you know, you should really be more careful—
( The splashes of octopi following quickly after are deafening, and he scrambles, barely making it to the edge, and hardly in any stable position. )
How many were following you?!
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Okay, so maybe Esikko isn't the one he woke up next to earlier, but look, they're in what was surely nice wedding attire at one point, down here together. It has to mean something. Or so he'd thought before he was left to trip like an anime maiden and land face-first in the water. There's some flailing and hysterical bubbling as he finally breaks the surface again, half-swimming and half-scrabbling up to the same ledge. ]
Umm! [ COUGH ] Well — [ SNIFF... don't mind him as he just reaches up to try and get a hold of Esi's dress hem... ] I lost count after a while?!
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[This suit is occupied, it seems, and he freezes for a moment, staring right back at the man who so haggardly gives him a greeting.]
Oh. Sorry.
[And a beat - he has half a mind to leave well enough alone, but...well, there's that curiosity thing, again.]
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You really aren't dying, right?
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No, no dying. Not yet. [ He smiles, a little drawn. Then conversationally: ] Were you concerned?
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[He, too, is curious about the slot machines. He remembers seeing couples and groups playing with the dice at the masquerade around the time he arrived, and he wonders if this is much the same- a little nudge into compliance from the resort. But, he hasn't tested it yet himself.]
[Why not use this man as a guinea pig?]
Sure, [Matoba smiles, head tilting to one side; it shifts his bangs, revealing more of a strange paper eyepatch covering his right eye.] There is a wealth of things one can earn from the casino besides just chips. Do you want to find out what they are, together?
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[ooc; Down for whatever slots-wise! There's some empath info here! Tl;dr slimy, icky white noise; he's experienced in being closed off, if Kizuna'd like to note it.]
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[ Sure. In a single word, Kizuna takes pause, the easy cadence of his demeanor flickering; the sensation of something dark and oily slides down the back of his throat, its kaleidoscopic glint slipping into the pit of his stomach. Kizuna stares openly at the other man for a moment, but the rift mends as soon as it's torn open, allayed by familiarity with sensations like this.
The sounds of the chapel roar back into his ears and Kizuna reorients, gaze moving aside. ]
Oh? Other things, then? It sounds as if you're somewhat familiar already. [ The smile that crosses his features is slower this time but no less sincere. Kizuna wards an arm out. ] After you.
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Six is torn between walking out of the casino versus staying put and feeding his own curiousity, but it looks like the cat is about to die in this one. He peers towards the slot machines that were gestured at, his right ear flicking once with interest. ]
Would the prize be worth the trouble?
[ He doesn't trust anything in this casino, bro. ]
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Hmm... [ His smile shifts, intentions less high-handed. ] I can't say. But if we're stuck here for now, why not play their game?
[ To resist or to relent... really, will the end result be any different? ]
Give me your hand.
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🍰 or 🌶️ choose your otome route
🍰 i chickened out
my favorite coward
six would just die if they fuck in public lbr here
they coulda just sucked face
he'll still die
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[ his clothing is covered in mud and he smells like the inside of a beach creature's ass. seaweed tangles indelicately in his messy, fallen hair; there's ocean shale and pebbling beneath his fingernails. his suite has finally, finally been assigned to him and mercy of all mercies, he gets his own private shower. an elevator ride from the basement to the middle suites shouldn't be a problem, right? right? ]
[ wrong, apparently. and the one he's been trapped with is either a real lover or has lost his sense of smell. Getou flashes him a soul-drained look and does his best not to let his features curl into a snarl of disgust. ]
Have you ever kissed a dead fish? I imagine this is how it might be. [ a wide gesture to himself in the berth he's given himself. he has a high tolerance for swallowing detritus, but he doesn't expect the next guy to. ]
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Eeh? [ Except it doesn't seem love is exactly on his mind, despite his jaunty declarations of moments prior. And much to the Trio's burgeoning disappointment, he clarifies: ] Who said anything about kissing?
[ Instead, Kizuna moves around Getou, consolingly picking bits of seaweed out of his hair, brushing away what bits of sand he can see embellishing his shoulders. Before he can really think not to, his expression twists in concern. ]
My nose may be working fine, but it's not really me having the bad day here.
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free love
she makes a small, startled noise when the duster brushes over her cheek and stares at him in rather open amazement and near awe. which is probably weird, but, whatever. it suits him, in some weird way. eyes round and sparkling, she peers at him to take it all in — why not, if he's pleased to be in it? — and then offers a big, bright smile, )
It's very pretty. ( her brows raise, lips rounded into a small o-shape for a moment as her hand lifts to tap at her chin, ) But, what do you mean? Is there something special underneath?
( yes, she's innocently and genuinely asking )
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I'm sure the shop would love to hear that praise! Then again, so do I.
[ And with that innocence in mind, he tuts softly. ]
We can leave some things to the imagination for now, though. [ His gaze flicks to Erza's handfuls of bags. ] Have you been having fun too?
evens, a
and then robin realizes it's not some strange fantasy. it's real. eyelashes flutter and the smile fades as he jolts upward, sitting in the bed. that he's not wearing comfortable pajamas, wrapped up in what is becoming his favorite blankets and surrounded by his favorite stuffed animals (bears and rabbits bearing ribbons of green and pink), but. a completely new bed. and.
someone greeting him. ]
Oh! [ the straps on his shoulders are halfway to falling off. he's wearing a white silken dress of sorts. as he reaches up to touch his neck, where a thin golden necklace is resting around his throat, his fingers touch the scars before he lets his hand rest back down in his lap. ]
Um. I... did. Yes. I slept very well.
[ at least he's handsome. ]
How about you, um. My... love?
[ and robin's no actor. ]
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I slept wonderfully, but I think I prefer being awake. I can see you now, after all.
[ If he can lay it on thick, he will. Canting his head, Kizuna's knuckles curl against his jaw curiously. And with the other hand, he reaches out to gently pluck at one of the satiny straps, smoothing it back up onto Robin's shoulder. ]
Were you having a nice dream?
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Nothing.
( by now, he's starting to get a measure of the place. the guess is easy, obvious, and with any luck, incorrect. )
sad he can't read rn
😔 just like jared, 19...
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elevators, b.
no. actually, he can. it’s not even the first (potentially not even the second??) time this has happened to makoto, but it’s not like he has any fucking choice. after his first little encounter in the elevators with the portraits and their demands, he had pointedly started to take the stairs wherever he went, regardless of distance or exhaustion. at first, he felt as though the layout of the resort was trying to punish him for his choice, making the flights go on forever—still, he’d prefer wind up winded and aching than once again played around with like he was a doll on a stage. but then the resort got cleverer. it seemingly started moving the entrances to the stairwells entirely, making him stumble across doorways to wide, empty activity rooms or entirely blank walls.
so, if he wants to go anywhere in this damnable place, he has to use the elevators. and this keeps happening to him. truly, this place is more of a hell than hell itself.
the portrait in here isn’t john, though, here to reap another sordid secret of his. instead, it’s a trio that demand to see something cute, something sweet, some excitement in the youthful thrill of flirtation. makoto’s stomach turns. his companion in this elevator ride—a taller young man who has the sort of handsome face that makes makoto feel embarrassed to even stand next to him—seems rather taken with the idea, even as makoto slowly sinks beneath the weight of his own irritation at what’s going on.
but—he supposes it’s better than admitting a dark secret. maybe.
makoto turns to look up at kizuna as he offers a sly wink. it’s then that his peeved expression breaks, revealing some uncertainty below it. ) I… I’m—not the best at, “sweet.”
( because, ya know, he’s more of savory guy. ba-dum-tish. )
But… ( he turns, and with boldness incongruent with what he’d said just a moment before, he takes the stranger’s hand. there’s a sort of youthful nervousness and tenderness to the action; he holds it gently, but firmly, coin-silver eyes on kizuna’s. ) We can try.
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[ It comes out as a disbelieving sputter, and Mona's cheeks quickly flush pink.
She has never actually seen a gentleman wear women's clothes before, so this—it's definitely unfamiliar to her. But like the stranger says, it does somehow suit him. The rich fabric hugs his narrow waist, unexpectedly drawing Mona's attention there first. Since when has a man's hips ever caused her to stare? It takes a moment for her to tear her gaze away and focus on the feather duster in his hand. The little accessory completes his overall outfit.
Oh, if only the resort had been kind enough to supply her with proper attire, too. She had been wandering in a daze for some time now, and when she'd snapped to, she was still unfortunately wearing her skimpy maid-themed lingerie bikini... thing. Woe is me and all that. ]
I beg your pardon?
[ And yet, Mona does end up glancing down at his groin as if expecting to see something lacy there. ]
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joins the wedding slots line ✨ cool w sweet or spicy eeyy
Sure, I can always use more chips. [ being a low rank comes mostly with disadantages. namely, having to pay for everything. the upper ranks get freebies just for going outside, but the lowly basement dwellers can't get so much as shampoo without forking over some money. he's in no position to turn his nose up. ] These actually look pretty fun.
[ He drops into one of the seats in front of the slot machine, strapping an arm across the back in comfortable lean. ]
After you.
( ooc: hello hello ♥ ro's emotions are actually dulled/cut so any sensing from him would likely offer a numbing sensation if you'd like to play with that. or he flips to intense bloodlust which... you'll know.... ANYWAY yes, cheers! )
👐🌶️
works perfect 😌
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Hello there!
[ He calls out to Kizuna just as he's about to trip back into the water. With a wave of his hand, Seimei casts a gust of wind down to catch the other guest, propping him back on his feet. ]
Are you swimming? You look like you're making too many friends.
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How could I possibly say no when you've asked so charmingly?
[ Evidently this is also not her first rodeo, though after 500 years of existence most things are no longer new to her. She sashays a little closer, peering at him through her lashes, that easy smile still present on her lips. The portrait on the wall seems to approve of their combined antics, letting out an encouraging whistle. ]
But how much proving will be enough, do you think?
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pop-up, b. (feel free to go wild with the empath stuff 👌🏻)
he spots kizuna as he lights the end of one, flicking his lighter closed as he takes a deep drag, watching the way the other man flops over onto the massive bed. wolfwood meets kizuna's haggard, upside-down stare with a quirked brow, something close to amusement playing on his lips. ]
Hi. [ he has the decency to blow the smoke away from kizuna at least, as he leans down a little. ] Feelin' overwhelmed?
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don't look at the timestamp
free love
[This is not where he had intended to be. As much of the resort as he's explored to this point, the shopping area remains an impervious mystery — on account of the fact that he avoids it as much as he possibly can. There's no reason to spend his money on useless commodities, especially when he has so little of it as a rank two. What conservative pool of chips he's managed to earn are reserved almost strictly for food and daily necessities.
Yet, today Sasuke has made an exception. There is something he needs here, and he treats it like a mission — get in and get out without complication, without distractions, and avoid people.
Somewhere he's made a wrong turn. An open look of horror regards the interior of Alice and the Parrots' boutique, stopped short near a display of lingerie. It's enough opportunity for someone to approach him — sensed, belatedly, as Sasuke's hand flashes out to catch the offender's wrist. Don't just? tickle his cheek? Excuse me?]
What's wrong with you? [Point-blank accusation.] ... Why are you dressed like a woman?
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Just like the American teen failed to note that said room is already occupied. He startles at the sound of Kizuna’s voice, head whipping around to locate the source. The other man’s histrionics incite a spike of mild alarm in Stiles, who hopes the grievance wasn’t overheard by anyone outside. Desperate to placate his temporary companion, he sets out to fix the problem.
Obviously, Kizuna is complaining about the tasteless “mood” music. Stiles darts across the space on tip toes to where the offensive symphony is emitting, ruthlessly pressing buttons on the player until it finally is subdued.]
There. [His voice is hushed, gaze swinging back toward the door before he glances at Kizuna.] It’s off. No dying now. Or, if you really have to, just do it quietly. Like, with a pillow over your face maybe?
[Stiles Stilinski—a true helper.]
(ooc | Hello! Please feel free to have Kizuna sense/link with Stiles to whatever degree is fun for you! Stiles is an extremely emotional individual, so it’s a hot mess in there. If they did link…well, have fun with the physical abilities of a completely mundane human teenager???)
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so sorry for the wait!
we chill ❤️
ty dude!
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a waking up
which is why when he awakens, he’s in a state of utter confusion. may it be a dream? no, he can tell them now. that’s the dimension he walks more often than not, but then again — how? who? eyes, one golden and one blue, look around almost in bewilderment. if not a dream, then what is it? and then, those clothes— he doesn’t remember ever being asked in marriage, let alone agreeing to it. the japanese groom attire fit him perfectly, and he takes a look at the person next to him as he sits.
… bro. seriously, bro.
his current job and the years made him tired, his voice and demeanor often customer service-y, but the fact is that underneath, he is still hot-headed, just much more dulled out. therefore, what his brain produces is a very loud WHAT THE FUCK, while his lips say a much more polite version of it, yet the tone does tell him the 17-year-old who is actually that plus a hundred is not pleased.)
… Who are you, what am I doing here? I ask that I am not taken from my store willy-nilly.
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let me know if this is ok! if anything i can go back and edit!!
perfectly fine!
if you'd like, i can post it on the overflow too!
either is fine with me!!