7.5" cock with a firestarter attached to it. we don't have to talk if you'd rather just suck it.
My Future Plans
staying alive.
My Talents
i can skin anything in under 5 minutes. i can take apart an UZI and put it back together in the dark. you can't kill me.
and i play guitar.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
favorite author: ayn rand favorite movie: snowpiercer favorite band: sisters of mercy favorite food: pork lo mein
My Ideal Partner
warm body (warmth optional) who's dtf 24/7 and doesn't ask stupid questions.
Height
5'11"
Body Type
athletic
Smokes
constantly
Drinks
constantly
Drugs
frequently
Sign
capricorn
Education
homeschooled
Occupation
data broker
Income
not your problem
Children
not your problem
Pets
crusher (dog)
Hobbies
activism, drinking, sex
[This feels... incredibly suspicious. Far too good of an offer to come for free. And even if he's getting better about answering his messages since they pop right up on his wrist, it still takes him over an hour to decide how he wants to answer.]
[Generally speaking, Toma is one to try and arrive a bit early to engagements, and this date is no different - even if he, perhaps, cuts it a bit closer than usual. Honestly, he half-expects Dodger to be late, so it's not like it matters; he just texts him when he gets there.
He stands by outside the Red Cardinal, dressed somewhat informally by his own standards for a date (even with someone like Dodger), with the unusual detail of a ribbon tied into his hair.
He's still made sure to style around it, though, with his usual braid hanging by his face - and, as he so often does when his hands are left unoccupied, he twists the end idly between his fingers as he waits.]
[Dodger tends to show up early to things too, surprisingly - but in the interest of not wanting to talk to anyone else (and possibly out of respect for certain people who are avoiding him) he's invisible while he waits for that text. And once Toma has picked a spot, Dodger just... appears, out of nowhere, sitting across from him.
He's dressed... exactly the same as always, except for a band t-shirt he pulls out for special occasions. This is probably the closest Toma will get to "dressing nice", and while Dodger privately notices how much nicer Toma looks, he isn't about to comment on it. That would give him an opening to comment on Dodger's clothes, and he's simply not interested in that.]
( What better place to look for a guy to do a job than a tavern?
The moment Zelos had heard of swords popping up in the temporary marketplace, he knew he had to get his hands on one. Had to make up for the fact that he lost his last one when he turned into a statue, after all— a little hard for a magic swordsman to be of much use without a sword. But, of course it couldn't be all that easy. Snow from a false sky acts as a barrier between himself and something as useful as that, and while he could suck it up and go, the last thing he wants is some shmuck to catch him making eyes at others while reliving memories.
So! The tavern it is, in search of a guy who he's heard some rumbling about. He pegs him from the first glance, on description— scruffy, stocky, smokes more than he breathes— but lingers around in the social scenes of the tavern for a bit before he decides to make his approach. Any information he can gather is helpful, after all.
When he finally meets up with Dodger, it's with a touch of his own beer to the counter (bar, table or otherwise) next to him, a cheery smile on his face as he steps up beside him. )
Rumor around here is that someone's got a plan in place to fix up those cheap swords from the market. ( That's his idea of a greeting, apparently, along with a cutesy little wave of his free hand. ) Sound familiar to you?
[Dodger glances up with a bemused look on his face. It's been a while since someone greeted him like this, but it is a greeting he's used to. It's the hallmark of someone poking around in places they're aware they shouldn't be. And those people tend to come with money.
He gestures a 'cheers' with his own whiskey, as a silent invitation for Zelos to sit down. Unsurprisingly, Dodger's been sitting at the table in the furthest corner, with his back to the wall so he can watch everyone else. And even while they're talking, his gaze keeps straying to scan around the room as though he's trying to keep stock of everyone else.]
Sure. I'm not the talent behind it, but I've been helping him pawn off the swords once they're fixed up.
[His voice normally has a resting sarcastic tone, but there's something light in it right now. Pride, from knowing that he helped Henry figure out the logistics of blacksmithing here, and that he's now finding good homes for these nice new swords.
Well, paying homes. It couldn't be less of Dodger's problem what people do with them after they pay.
As an example, Dodger pulls his own bastard sword partway out of its scabbard. He honestly thinks all of these swords look the same, regardless of quality, but Zelos will be able to tell that it's very well crafted. Even if the design is, intentionally, very simple.]
[Sitting outside his door is a smart-looking folded box of black board sealed with string looped about a stylish orange faux gem clasp. Sitting inside a bed of orange packing paper is handwritten note: a "voucher" for a meal together, either cooking with Bakugo or letting the blonde cook for Dodger. And a card attached to the underside of the box lid.]
We haven't had many interactions, so I don't have a clue what sort of things you like. Sex and food. Cash this in whenever you want and you can have both. You still owe me a spar. I'll kick your ass, no matter how strong you are.
( Esikko has staff deliver this, even if he has to argue with them for a good while to get them to care, with his rank as it is currently.
It's a little gift box, red with a white ribbon, and inside is a packaged, frosted christmas cookie shaped like a dog bone, and a sexy muzzle.
There's a note, written in neat, elegant handwriting despite how it reads: )
Maybe this will help you shut your mouth a little more. Ignore me about who to stay away from again, and the next treat I give you won't be safe for dogs like you.
[Dodger is still feeling restless, even as he settles into the alcove Chobe found. He made his point, and once he's had time to reflect he'll probably be grateful that he didn't actually harm Esikko, but that still leaves him full of anger that doesn't have anywhere in particular to go. So even as he finds a spot to sit, his leg starts bouncing and he immediately needs to light a cigarette.]
I'm not getting soft.
[He's stewing on that, entirely because what he just said is not true. He is getting soft, he's growing far too attached to men that make him feel something. If anything, the brothers are some of the few people he interacts with the way he's used to.]
I told him because I figured if you were letting me put my hands inside you, you were letting other people. And I didn't think you'd take my advice. And it's not because I care, it's because you're a lot less useful to me if everyone here knows how to kill you.
[Entirely untrue. It is very much because Dodger cares, and the idea of Chobe getting hurt in a way he doesn't want bothers Dodger a whole lot.]
[Chobe's managed to lead him away, all's well now, right? Nah. His good eye watches that knee bounce, and Chobe let's out a small resigned huff.]
Don't underestimate me, mutt.
[Said as he lowers himself to a knee, pulling his shirt off overhead. Once off, he's got one hand on Dodger's knee to help still it, the other going to unbuckle his pants.]
I let ya do it cuz I'm confident I could kill ya before you could figure out how to put me down for good. It don't take a genius to find the mark, but there's more to it. And I learned how to kill other fuckers like me long before I turned. [Sort of. He still got thrown into a pit for it,,]
But like hell am I lettin' the heroes know shit, they're too fucking persistent. Can't sway 'em with a deal and a fuck like you.
[this isn't something for the network, so private it is.]
dude, what the fuck is your problem?!
you two used to give each other stupid puppy eyes!
[bakugo... NEVER gets involved with other people's personal relationships. gross talk about feelings and issues was never his business to stick his nose it.
so it's pretty damn telling he gives some kind of big shit to actually come here and message this.]
[Arthur doesn't really stalk people much here, or at all. He doesn't really need to, seeing as he finds whoever he wants even when he doesn't want to find them. But after his conversation with Alan, Arthur is out for blood. He's angry, of course, that he had to be the one to talk about this when he didn't want to! But there's also a part of him that is a little angry Dodger was right.
Either way, he finds him in one of the corridors and calls him out.]
Dodger. Wait a moment?
[He at least sounds pleasant, even if he's seething.]
[Dodger isn't great with tones of voice at the best of times. So if there are any hints of anger under that pleasantness, he doesn't catch it. There is a bit of wariness at being called attention to at all, but he relaxes as soon as he glances over and spots Arthur.]
Hey. What's up?
[As far as he knows, they're on good terms and he hasn't done anything to endanger that. So this should be a good thing?]
You do not know me, but I am a friend of one Alan Ross. He asked me to contact you concerning something magical you wish removed? I am uncertain if I can help, but am willing to take a look.
Please let me know if you are interested in my help and when you are available.
hey. i've got a magic brand on my chest, my world doesn't have magic so i know fuck all about it except what it can do. i know it took a while to put it on, and it's got a codeword to turn it on. and i'm free right now if you're up for it.
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I have a new card for you, I guess.
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sure, you're not the only iron in the fire.
just the most interesting.
what happened?
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what do you need me to do?
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probly a couple days after fucking esi idk time is fake
u can fuck me or i can suck ur dick if u wanna make it productive too
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what happened to me earning it?
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He stands by outside the Red Cardinal, dressed somewhat informally by his own standards for a date (even with someone like Dodger), with the unusual detail of a ribbon tied into his hair.
He's still made sure to style around it, though, with his usual braid hanging by his face - and, as he so often does when his hands are left unoccupied, he twists the end idly between his fingers as he waits.]
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He's dressed... exactly the same as always, except for a band t-shirt he pulls out for special occasions. This is probably the closest Toma will get to "dressing nice", and while Dodger privately notices how much nicer Toma looks, he isn't about to comment on it. That would give him an opening to comment on Dodger's clothes, and he's simply not interested in that.]
Half expected you to stand me up.
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The moment Zelos had heard of swords popping up in the temporary marketplace, he knew he had to get his hands on one. Had to make up for the fact that he lost his last one when he turned into a statue, after all— a little hard for a magic swordsman to be of much use without a sword. But, of course it couldn't be all that easy. Snow from a false sky acts as a barrier between himself and something as useful as that, and while he could suck it up and go, the last thing he wants is some shmuck to catch him making eyes at others while reliving memories.
So! The tavern it is, in search of a guy who he's heard some rumbling about. He pegs him from the first glance, on description— scruffy, stocky, smokes more than he breathes— but lingers around in the social scenes of the tavern for a bit before he decides to make his approach. Any information he can gather is helpful, after all.
When he finally meets up with Dodger, it's with a touch of his own beer to the counter (bar, table or otherwise) next to him, a cheery smile on his face as he steps up beside him. )
Rumor around here is that someone's got a plan in place to fix up those cheap swords from the market. ( That's his idea of a greeting, apparently, along with a cutesy little wave of his free hand. ) Sound familiar to you?
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He gestures a 'cheers' with his own whiskey, as a silent invitation for Zelos to sit down. Unsurprisingly, Dodger's been sitting at the table in the furthest corner, with his back to the wall so he can watch everyone else. And even while they're talking, his gaze keeps straying to scan around the room as though he's trying to keep stock of everyone else.]
Sure. I'm not the talent behind it, but I've been helping him pawn off the swords once they're fixed up.
[His voice normally has a resting sarcastic tone, but there's something light in it right now. Pride, from knowing that he helped Henry figure out the logistics of blacksmithing here, and that he's now finding good homes for these nice new swords.
Well, paying homes. It couldn't be less of Dodger's problem what people do with them after they pay.
As an example, Dodger pulls his own bastard sword partway out of its scabbard. He honestly thinks all of these swords look the same, regardless of quality, but Zelos will be able to tell that it's very well crafted. Even if the design is, intentionally, very simple.]
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what's on your mind?
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December 25th, this morning~
christmas gift delivery
It's a little gift box, red with a white ribbon, and inside is a packaged, frosted christmas cookie shaped like a dog bone, and a sexy muzzle.
There's a note, written in neat, elegant handwriting despite how it reads: )
Maybe this will help you shut your mouth a little more. Ignore me about who to stay away from again, and the next treat I give you won't be safe for dogs like you.
Merry Christmas.
- Esikko
text; un: Ross; some days after Christmas
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why, what do you need?
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[thread continuation - Chobe]
[Dodger is still feeling restless, even as he settles into the alcove Chobe found. He made his point, and once he's had time to reflect he'll probably be grateful that he didn't actually harm Esikko, but that still leaves him full of anger that doesn't have anywhere in particular to go. So even as he finds a spot to sit, his leg starts bouncing and he immediately needs to light a cigarette.]
I'm not getting soft.
[He's stewing on that, entirely because what he just said is not true. He is getting soft, he's growing far too attached to men that make him feel something. If anything, the brothers are some of the few people he interacts with the way he's used to.]
I told him because I figured if you were letting me put my hands inside you, you were letting other people. And I didn't think you'd take my advice. And it's not because I care, it's because you're a lot less useful to me if everyone here knows how to kill you.
[Entirely untrue. It is very much because Dodger cares, and the idea of Chobe getting hurt in a way he doesn't want bothers Dodger a whole lot.]
Re: [thread continuation - Chobe]
Don't underestimate me, mutt.
[Said as he lowers himself to a knee, pulling his shirt off overhead. Once off, he's got one hand on Dodger's knee to help still it, the other going to unbuckle his pants.]
I let ya do it cuz I'm confident I could kill ya before you could figure out how to put me down for good. It don't take a genius to find the mark, but there's more to it. And I learned how to kill other fuckers like me long before I turned. [Sort of. He still got thrown into a pit for it,,]
But like hell am I lettin' the heroes know shit, they're too fucking persistent. Can't sway 'em with a deal and a fuck like you.
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dude, what the fuck is your problem?!
you two used to give each other stupid puppy eyes!
[bakugo... NEVER gets involved with other people's personal relationships. gross talk about feelings and issues was never his business to stick his nose it.
so it's pretty damn telling he gives some kind of big shit to actually come here and message this.]
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...But Bakugo reaching out for his side at all is more than he'd expect, so he's taking it as a small kindness.]
got sick of being a last priority, i guess.
doesn't matter, right?
cause bloemrose got scared and that's all anyone's gonna care about.
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Either way, he finds him in one of the corridors and calls him out.]
Dodger. Wait a moment?
[He at least sounds pleasant, even if he's seething.]
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Hey. What's up?
[As far as he knows, they're on good terms and he hasn't done anything to endanger that. So this should be a good thing?]
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Text | UN: Loki
You do not know me, but I am a friend of one Alan Ross. He asked me to contact you concerning something magical you wish removed? I am uncertain if I can help, but am willing to take a look.
Please let me know if you are interested in my help and when you are available.
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hey.
i've got a magic brand on my chest, my world doesn't have magic so i know fuck all about it except what it can do.
i know it took a while to put it on, and it's got a codeword to turn it on.
and i'm free right now if you're up for it.
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