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[Rude generally doesn't get the chance to do things like this, and he wouldn't want to do this to strangers at home, but the situation here is different. While it's possible that he's just trying to throw himself into it and get comfortable as fast as possible, it's more likely that there's something about Aventurine that he's attracted to. More than just his face, maybe. His presence?
He'll have plenty of time to stop and think about it once they're done. But for now he just wants to enjoy the moment and make him feel good. The way he moves onto the tips of his toes to position better for him makes his body allocate more blood to fuel his arousal. Rude makes a soft sound, trying but failing to muffle it as he uses one hand to reach around to Aventurine's cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate as he considers the question.]
No. [He sounds more defensive than he means to, biting at the soft part of one of his cheeks in retaliation for that last comment before he's back to what he was doing, tongue trying to slide its way inside Aventurine while he gets to feel how wet he gets with precum on his fingertips.]
( it sends a jolt down his spine, the touch on his cock. he doesn't mind slow, not just yet, chasing after the feeling as much as he can. the torture and desperation is fine, he enjoys it, makes him almost lose his mind in a way that is all too dangerous for the kind of job and life he has, but it's a respite that aventurine gets to enjoy, in this place.
he laughs, too, at the bite, in response to what he said. some card games require cards to be discarded in order to obtain a better hand - reading people is much like that. ideas and assumptions made to be discarded, so the light of a better picture can be brought to his attention. like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle falling into place. )
You already fulfilled your dice roll. The game is over. ( because he still remembers this is a game, a game within a game, and aventurine tries to turn to look behind him. ) I don't see why you can't just do what you want, my friend. Though...
( and here, aventurine deliberately brings a finger to his mouth, open with his tongue flat and certainly wet, and he taps against it as though to bring rude's attention to it. he closes it with a teasing smirk. this is the golden peacock, where lube is certainly available in every crook and corner, but making his own fun is part of being a player. ) I can help you with that.
[Rude stops when Aventurine points out the obvious, wondering if the proper thing would be to get up and leave. But it would be a lie to pretend that he could do that at this point without seeing that he finishes everything he's started.]
I want that in writing. That I should just do what I want.
[Rude jokes, pausing what he's doing just for a moment to put two fingers into Aventurine's mouth curiously. He plays with his tongue to get his fingers wet enough so that when he removes them, they slide inside him easily, one at a time. Rude doesn't really know where or how he's learned to do any of this, maybe second hand knowledge from being curious or not interrupting when anyone wants to go into detail about their sexual encounters at work.
He twists his fingers just a bit, then curls them to feel around inside Aventurine, curiously prodding at a particular spot like he has no idea what that might do to a man.]
( lucky rude, that the fingers in his mouth stop aventurine from talking more. he does a damn good job at coating them with saliva, sufficiently wet so the imminent intrusion goes smoothly... not that he would have minded otherwise. it wouldn't be aventurine if he didn't mind a little - or a lot - of pain, after all. even if he has long stopped being able to feel that pain he consistently chases after.
he never really minded the tongue so much - he had once come just from that, before -, but it is a much better feeling to have fingers inside of him, that particular fullness almost making him purr in satisfaction. it is thanks to that curling and prodding that rude hits the right spot, and the suddenness of it steals from aventurine a particularly loud moan, his toes stretching further and his head hanging low again. years of experience can't help him from how good that feels, every time.
and yet still, aventurine tries to look back again, his face now properly flushed. )
Ahah, is that what you wanted? To hear me moan like that?
[Rude has a lot of questions that he keeps tucking away to bring up later whenever they're done. First the game was keeping him on track, and now he's thoroughly invested in Aventurine and making him cum for reasons entirely unrelated to the first thing.
He knows it's the right choice when his toes curl and he lowers his head further. Rude only reconsiders not still having his tongue inside him, but something about the way he can feel Aventurine tense around his fingers is deeply satisfying. The sounds he makes are just icing on the cake while he works his fingers in deeper, his own cock aching in jealousy.]
Yes... and you look cute like that. [Rude adds, his other hand coming down to give himself a little bit of relief. He leans in again, sliding his tongue back in as he strokes himself, using a lot more saliva than necessary with each lick over his hole, and every time he nudges inside.]
( the praise is a little weird, as it tends to be with aventurine, but maybe it's the fingers fucking him open, later replaced by rude's tongue again, that makes him not mind it so much. instead, it's almost as though it has made him more sensitive to touch, feeling rude all the better, letting out louder and more honest noises in response. maybe it's his enthusiasm and determination to eat his ass, maybe it's something entirely else. aventurine wouldn't know.
but his body is all the honest, chasing after that pleasure, greed and lust raising his ass high, almost as though he's presenting himself. and for what it's worth, maybe he is. it certainly wouldn't be unlike aventurine. but it's still not enough, not for him. through deep gasps and choked moans, aventurine finds support against the stool, arching his back in a fashion nearly erotic to look back at rude, again. )
If you want me to look cuter, ( aventurine bites down on his lip to hold back a moan, ) you could just fuck me, you know?
[Rude could have gotten off to teasing Aventurine to the edge of his sanity, but it's the little glances and moans and how he arches his ass up for more. It's impossible not to want more when he behaves like that, but this was the same man that insisted that he should do what he wants.
And apparently, it's what they both want. He gets to his feet, positioning behind him, rubbing the head of his length against his hole before trying to nudge inside him.]
I didn't think you'd agree this easily. That you're cute, I mean.
[He has a piercing at the head of his cock, but isn't sure Aventurine would be able to tell without looking once he's sinking in deeper, stretching him open in ways his tongue and fingers couldn't manage. Rude swears softly at how good he feels, one hand on the back of Aventurine's thigh and the other on his shoulder to help steady him as he thrusts in the rest of the way. Maybe if he hadn't taken so long playing with his food he wouldn't be quite this desperate for release, and his pace gives that away.]
( aventurine has half a mind to reply back immediately, but the words die in his throat as he feels the intrusion inside of him. it's a shocking wave of pleasure that hits him, head thrown back and his cock twitching in delight. he'll be able to parse that piercing eventually, as rude thrusts inside of him and there's a particular attrition that is not unfamiliar, but certainly uncommon. something else to their long list of things to talk about, once they ride out their lust, at a later time.
in the midst of that, aventurine reaches an arm back to hold rude's own, seeking support. being fucked over a stool may not be the most comfortable position, but it's not like he truly minds the discomfort. little things he just accepts as part of his life. nothing rude needs knowing, just like - )
Hahah, ( a laugh broken by a choked moan, as aventurine attempts speaking, ) Did I, mm, come across as someone... who doesn't like being complimented?
( because it's... well. not entirely untrue. his appearance has just been praised enough times that it bears a bit of a negative connotation to him, but aventurine is no fool, and knows how to employ it as a weapon. if rude thinks he's handsome, or beautiful, or cute, then he'll simply empower it, and use it to his advantage. )
[Rude leans forward to make it easier for Aventurine to reach back and use him for support. The stool wasn't made for this purpose, he's sure, and Rude takes a quick look around for alternative locations.]
No, but you do seem like the type to be particular about the compliments that you do get.
[It's a polite way to suggest that he sees the brattiness in him without having to use such a loaded word. Rude draws back a little to push into him again, afraid to use more force because he doesn't want to make Aventurine too uncomfortable on that stool. So he pulls him up to turn him around, having to disconnect for just a moment so he can sit on the stool with Aventurine on his lap facing him, using the wall behind him to lean back against if he needs it.
Rude lowers him down onto his cock again, eyes fluttering at how good he feels, and for better or worse the other man can see for himself while they're facing each other.]
( that's a curious reading of him, and aventurine would've had half the mind to muse what in his current behavior brought about such assumption had his thoughts not been disrupted altogether by the sudden manhandling. it's a perk of being short and weighing basically nothing - his cock twitches in interest, a little too turned-on over something so insignificant, and the added feeling of fullness returning to him, deeper and far clearer this time, only makes aventurine believe that some more of this and he could easily reach his climax. for all of his experience, some things come easily.
this is nicer, though. it gives aventurine some control over the situation that he appreciates, a smirk returning to his face. )
No? ( aventurine cants his head to the side, exposing a reddened and vulnerable throat, his face flushed and a couple of blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead. he knows exactly what he's doing, weaponing his charm, yet plays the fool all the same.
worse yet, he guides rude's hands to his waist, thin with more bones than meat, before he starts to move his hips; grinding on his lap, slow but precise movements that hits all the right spots inside of him. it's a conscious thought, holding back his moans in favor of continuing his sentence - ) Then, how do I look right now?
[Rude also finds the stool to be uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that it would do anything to keep him from enjoying their time together to the fullest.
Aventurine's behavior is not overtly bratty, but it's the tone of his voice, his mannerisms. The way he logics his way through conversations, even. And as Rude observes him, that look Aventurine gives him only confirms his theories. Cute is certainly not the word. The man is dangerous in a way he's never seen before.
He rocks his hips upward in response, then takes the bait. Rude leans in to kiss his neck, sucking and scraping his teeth against his skin to leave marks behind as his hands grip Aventurine's waist. The deliberate movements make Rude moan into bruised skin, and he draws away from his neck to watch him instead. His head tilts back to rest against the wall behind them, eyes fluttering in pleasure, but the stimulation is just as much visual as it is physical.]
Dangerous. [His toes curl and the muscles of his thighs tense up in pleasure, not sure how much of this he can take, but clearly enjoying how much control he's put into Aventurine's hands.]
( there's a quick second where something more genuine flashes in aventurine's face, at being called dangerous. he had expected anything else, and there's something unfortunately real in that word that forces a particular kind of smile to appear on his face, the one that can't help but submit to his fate, but it disappears soon after, replaced by the usual smile he wears around people. the one trained to be everything but a window into his real feelings. )
Hahah, scared I'll eat you up? ( almost the more curious side of him inquiring, and it only motivates aventurine to do more.
it takes a bit of readjusting from his legs, finding support where it can, to start pushing his hips far up, then slowly back down. that alone steals a long and deep moan from aventurine, enjoying the feeling of rude inside of him, filling him to the brim. it doesn't take much to find himself a consistent rhythm, and this time aventurine is deliberate in how lewd the sounds coming out from him are, though genuine all the same, but he doesn't hold back his whimpers and moans. )
[Rude can see the change in his expression, and can't tell if the power has gotten to his head or if the assessment has pushed a button. He'll consider it later. Right now he's fully engrossed in the way he moves, biting on his own lip for a moment when the sound of Aventurine making himself moan like that hits his eardrums.]
Too late to be scared now.
[With his back against the wall for support he keeps one hand on Aventurine's hip to help support him, and the other encircles his cock, stroking him with a deliberate urgency as he feels himself getting closer. The muscles of his stomach and thighs tense up when he comes, hips bucking up into Aventurine desperately until he empties inside him.]
( so much for dangerous, when the high of aventurine's own climax is reliant on rude's touches on him, whether with a hand on or off his cock; it's the combination of all of it, the stimulation from the front with how deep he can feel him from behind that turns aventurine into a lewd mess of choked whimpers, and there's a particular irony in this, from their earlier conversation on intimacy, that they ride their releases nearly in unison.
he lifts off his cock, panting and all, to feel some of the come slip down his thighs. something he knows his partners tend to enjoy seeing, and though it's a very deliberate behavior, aventurine masks as anything but. his eyes are on rude's hand, after all, where most of his own come landed on. )
Let me clean you up, then. To make up for... ( how does he put it. hmm. ) scaring you.
( a finger that he taps on his lips, to let the implication sit, though he's sure he could find tissues and towels within close range. )
[Rude doesn't expect for Aventurine to move while he's rocking his hips up to shoot his load inside him, and he makes a mess of the other man, the insides of his thighs dripping with his release. His grip around Aventurine's cock slips as he realizes they'd cum at the same time, but he continues to stroke him through it, not minding the mess on his own fingers at all.]
Scaring me?
[Considering their conversation at the start and also how it ended, he's not entirely sure which part he's apologizing for, but either way, Rude shakes his head.]
You don't have to do that. [But he brings his hand up to Aventurine's mouth anyway, his free hand spread across his lower back to keep him close even after they're not joined anymore.]
( it's aventurine's turn to wonder which he means - the subtle apology, or what he wants to do, to make up for something that has gotten way into his head. such is the way with aventurine, who needs clarifications and elaborations lest he overthinks and assumes the worst, each and every time.
still, he accepts the fingers, and laps at them almost pitifully, with a lingering unspoken apology in his demeanor, for getting rude dirty. it might be the overall nature of sex, but it doesn't mean aventurine isn't putting up pretenses, even here.
at least he hardly minds the taste of his own come. though he doesn't make a show of it, he still diligently gets rude's fingers clean, licking his lips once he's finished. )
You have a party to get back to, don't you, Mr. Handsome? We wouldn't want you to look messy to your suitors.
( spoken entirely in jest, though the true nature behind it is the dehumanization of aventurine. nothing rude truly needs knowing. )
[Rude just observes him and quietly settles on his earlier assessment that Aventurine is indeed dangerous. He must realize the power he could wield over people if he plays his cards right, and, on second thought, it's presumptuous to think that he doesn't already use his skills to get what he needs.]
My suitors? [He just shakes his head and laughs, tempted to keep Aventurine where he is for a while longer, but ultimately allows him to go if he wants to--just not before he steals a kiss, deliberately tasting him.]
I think I'm all partied out, but I'll see you around. I hope.
( there's an unfortunate, muffled voice inside of aventurine that tells him to stay, perhaps. that there's a touch that lingers, a touch that doesn't burn nearly as much as he thinks it does, a touch comforting and maybe even reassuring. he doesn't immediately leave, undisturbed by the kiss that he reciprocates. he wouldn't have minded staying, maybe, but there's something in rude's words that set a particular fear in him, and aventurine steps back - inscrutable smile back on his face and all. )
I thought a guy like you would have people lining up to talk to you.
( he means the words, as aventurine looks and reaches for a box of tissues that he knows exactly where it is, working on getting his thighs cleaned with a particular ease of a man who has done this exact thing before. )
I work here, ( is what he says in response to the last bit, though aventurine doesn't elaborate. ) And you know my name. You can text me, or find me here at night, if you miss me that much. Who knows, maybe we can even play another game.
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He'll have plenty of time to stop and think about it once they're done. But for now he just wants to enjoy the moment and make him feel good. The way he moves onto the tips of his toes to position better for him makes his body allocate more blood to fuel his arousal. Rude makes a soft sound, trying but failing to muffle it as he uses one hand to reach around to Aventurine's cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate as he considers the question.]
No. [He sounds more defensive than he means to, biting at the soft part of one of his cheeks in retaliation for that last comment before he's back to what he was doing, tongue trying to slide its way inside Aventurine while he gets to feel how wet he gets with precum on his fingertips.]
Maybe I should use my fingers instead.
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he laughs, too, at the bite, in response to what he said. some card games require cards to be discarded in order to obtain a better hand - reading people is much like that. ideas and assumptions made to be discarded, so the light of a better picture can be brought to his attention. like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle falling into place. )
You already fulfilled your dice roll. The game is over. ( because he still remembers this is a game, a game within a game, and aventurine tries to turn to look behind him. ) I don't see why you can't just do what you want, my friend. Though...
( and here, aventurine deliberately brings a finger to his mouth, open with his tongue flat and certainly wet, and he taps against it as though to bring rude's attention to it. he closes it with a teasing smirk. this is the golden peacock, where lube is certainly available in every crook and corner, but making his own fun is part of being a player. ) I can help you with that.
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I want that in writing. That I should just do what I want.
[Rude jokes, pausing what he's doing just for a moment to put two fingers into Aventurine's mouth curiously. He plays with his tongue to get his fingers wet enough so that when he removes them, they slide inside him easily, one at a time. Rude doesn't really know where or how he's learned to do any of this, maybe second hand knowledge from being curious or not interrupting when anyone wants to go into detail about their sexual encounters at work.
He twists his fingers just a bit, then curls them to feel around inside Aventurine, curiously prodding at a particular spot like he has no idea what that might do to a man.]
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he never really minded the tongue so much - he had once come just from that, before -, but it is a much better feeling to have fingers inside of him, that particular fullness almost making him purr in satisfaction. it is thanks to that curling and prodding that rude hits the right spot, and the suddenness of it steals from aventurine a particularly loud moan, his toes stretching further and his head hanging low again. years of experience can't help him from how good that feels, every time.
and yet still, aventurine tries to look back again, his face now properly flushed. )
Ahah, is that what you wanted? To hear me moan like that?
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He knows it's the right choice when his toes curl and he lowers his head further. Rude only reconsiders not still having his tongue inside him, but something about the way he can feel Aventurine tense around his fingers is deeply satisfying. The sounds he makes are just icing on the cake while he works his fingers in deeper, his own cock aching in jealousy.]
Yes... and you look cute like that. [Rude adds, his other hand coming down to give himself a little bit of relief. He leans in again, sliding his tongue back in as he strokes himself, using a lot more saliva than necessary with each lick over his hole, and every time he nudges inside.]
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but his body is all the honest, chasing after that pleasure, greed and lust raising his ass high, almost as though he's presenting himself. and for what it's worth, maybe he is. it certainly wouldn't be unlike aventurine. but it's still not enough, not for him. through deep gasps and choked moans, aventurine finds support against the stool, arching his back in a fashion nearly erotic to look back at rude, again. )
If you want me to look cuter, ( aventurine bites down on his lip to hold back a moan, ) you could just fuck me, you know?
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And apparently, it's what they both want. He gets to his feet, positioning behind him, rubbing the head of his length against his hole before trying to nudge inside him.]
I didn't think you'd agree this easily. That you're cute, I mean.
[He has a piercing at the head of his cock, but isn't sure Aventurine would be able to tell without looking once he's sinking in deeper, stretching him open in ways his tongue and fingers couldn't manage. Rude swears softly at how good he feels, one hand on the back of Aventurine's thigh and the other on his shoulder to help steady him as he thrusts in the rest of the way. Maybe if he hadn't taken so long playing with his food he wouldn't be quite this desperate for release, and his pace gives that away.]
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in the midst of that, aventurine reaches an arm back to hold rude's own, seeking support. being fucked over a stool may not be the most comfortable position, but it's not like he truly minds the discomfort. little things he just accepts as part of his life. nothing rude needs knowing, just like - )
Hahah, ( a laugh broken by a choked moan, as aventurine attempts speaking, ) Did I, mm, come across as someone... who doesn't like being complimented?
( because it's... well. not entirely untrue. his appearance has just been praised enough times that it bears a bit of a negative connotation to him, but aventurine is no fool, and knows how to employ it as a weapon. if rude thinks he's handsome, or beautiful, or cute, then he'll simply empower it, and use it to his advantage. )
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No, but you do seem like the type to be particular about the compliments that you do get.
[It's a polite way to suggest that he sees the brattiness in him without having to use such a loaded word. Rude draws back a little to push into him again, afraid to use more force because he doesn't want to make Aventurine too uncomfortable on that stool. So he pulls him up to turn him around, having to disconnect for just a moment so he can sit on the stool with Aventurine on his lap facing him, using the wall behind him to lean back against if he needs it.
Rude lowers him down onto his cock again, eyes fluttering at how good he feels, and for better or worse the other man can see for himself while they're facing each other.]
I don't.. think cute is the right word anymore.
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this is nicer, though. it gives aventurine some control over the situation that he appreciates, a smirk returning to his face. )
No? ( aventurine cants his head to the side, exposing a reddened and vulnerable throat, his face flushed and a couple of blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead. he knows exactly what he's doing, weaponing his charm, yet plays the fool all the same.
worse yet, he guides rude's hands to his waist, thin with more bones than meat, before he starts to move his hips; grinding on his lap, slow but precise movements that hits all the right spots inside of him. it's a conscious thought, holding back his moans in favor of continuing his sentence - ) Then, how do I look right now?
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Aventurine's behavior is not overtly bratty, but it's the tone of his voice, his mannerisms. The way he logics his way through conversations, even. And as Rude observes him, that look Aventurine gives him only confirms his theories. Cute is certainly not the word. The man is dangerous in a way he's never seen before.
He rocks his hips upward in response, then takes the bait. Rude leans in to kiss his neck, sucking and scraping his teeth against his skin to leave marks behind as his hands grip Aventurine's waist. The deliberate movements make Rude moan into bruised skin, and he draws away from his neck to watch him instead. His head tilts back to rest against the wall behind them, eyes fluttering in pleasure, but the stimulation is just as much visual as it is physical.]
Dangerous. [His toes curl and the muscles of his thighs tense up in pleasure, not sure how much of this he can take, but clearly enjoying how much control he's put into Aventurine's hands.]
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Hahah, scared I'll eat you up? ( almost the more curious side of him inquiring, and it only motivates aventurine to do more.
it takes a bit of readjusting from his legs, finding support where it can, to start pushing his hips far up, then slowly back down. that alone steals a long and deep moan from aventurine, enjoying the feeling of rude inside of him, filling him to the brim. it doesn't take much to find himself a consistent rhythm, and this time aventurine is deliberate in how lewd the sounds coming out from him are, though genuine all the same, but he doesn't hold back his whimpers and moans. )
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Too late to be scared now.
[With his back against the wall for support he keeps one hand on Aventurine's hip to help support him, and the other encircles his cock, stroking him with a deliberate urgency as he feels himself getting closer. The muscles of his stomach and thighs tense up when he comes, hips bucking up into Aventurine desperately until he empties inside him.]
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he lifts off his cock, panting and all, to feel some of the come slip down his thighs. something he knows his partners tend to enjoy seeing, and though it's a very deliberate behavior, aventurine masks as anything but. his eyes are on rude's hand, after all, where most of his own come landed on. )
Let me clean you up, then. To make up for... ( how does he put it. hmm. ) scaring you.
( a finger that he taps on his lips, to let the implication sit, though he's sure he could find tissues and towels within close range. )
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Scaring me?
[Considering their conversation at the start and also how it ended, he's not entirely sure which part he's apologizing for, but either way, Rude shakes his head.]
You don't have to do that. [But he brings his hand up to Aventurine's mouth anyway, his free hand spread across his lower back to keep him close even after they're not joined anymore.]
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still, he accepts the fingers, and laps at them almost pitifully, with a lingering unspoken apology in his demeanor, for getting rude dirty. it might be the overall nature of sex, but it doesn't mean aventurine isn't putting up pretenses, even here.
at least he hardly minds the taste of his own come. though he doesn't make a show of it, he still diligently gets rude's fingers clean, licking his lips once he's finished. )
You have a party to get back to, don't you, Mr. Handsome? We wouldn't want you to look messy to your suitors.
( spoken entirely in jest, though the true nature behind it is the dehumanization of aventurine. nothing rude truly needs knowing. )
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My suitors? [He just shakes his head and laughs, tempted to keep Aventurine where he is for a while longer, but ultimately allows him to go if he wants to--just not before he steals a kiss, deliberately tasting him.]
I think I'm all partied out, but I'll see you around. I hope.
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I thought a guy like you would have people lining up to talk to you.
( he means the words, as aventurine looks and reaches for a box of tissues that he knows exactly where it is, working on getting his thighs cleaned with a particular ease of a man who has done this exact thing before. )
I work here, ( is what he says in response to the last bit, though aventurine doesn't elaborate. ) And you know my name. You can text me, or find me here at night, if you miss me that much. Who knows, maybe we can even play another game.