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
Don't think I've tried that here, yet... Random chance isn't a bad way of choosing, either, though.
[Toma tilts his head a bit, answering with just the faintest (shitty) smile.] That so...? Well, it's good to know I won't have to entirely hold your hand through what's available.
[Given that he's kind of gotten the impression so far that Dodger is not... really one for, like. Going places, or trying things.
But, he can meet one bit of harmless information with another.]
My brother and I had been living in Hong Kong for some time before arriving here. As interesting as it's been to try so many new foods, it's nice to have something more familiar once in a while.
[Dodger is, in fact, very hesitant to try new things most of the time. But food is fuel, and he's never found anything he wasn't willing to eat.]
You're Japanese, right? [He thinks??] So those are the only two countries you've been to?
[He's mildly curious about other countries - it's hard to really care about places he'll never visit, but he's aware that the information can be useful. And, to a lesser extent, he's aware that people like talking about their homelands.]
Right, and right. [Two entire correct answers, the man is on a roll today. Toma sighs, flicking a stray lock of hair over his shoulder.] Here I'd hoped it was close enough not to be too obvious... but I suppose there's no accounting for assumptions.
[Even if he was technically right, Toma maintains Dodger was wrong in every way that matters, dammit.]
Gotta pick things that make more sense if they're true. My lie was "I got all my tattoos in the last five years", and I've only been old enough to get them legally for seven.
[Although he's pretty sure that anyone who's met him would have no trouble guessing that legality doesn't factor into any of Dodger's choices.]
Ugh, good point. I swear, this place has me getting rusty... [As though he hasn't been lying So Much since arriving.] Should have gone with claiming my mother taught me to cook, that one may have stuck better.
Hm... [He pauses, raising a hand to call a server over before he answers - and to buy himself a bit of time to call that answer to mind. Hard to track the passing years already, harder when he doesn't have illicit business to keep track of.] 1840... something. 1845 or so?
[Thinking it over so specifically, he may have had his age off by a bit when he set his profile up... Not like it really matters if whatever small proportion of people find that think he's 141 or 148.
[Dodger's expression softens a bit. He's not going to call attention to it, but that's... an endearing thing to learn about Toma, that his mother didn't teach him to cook for whatever reason. Even if Dodger is pretty sure he could have guessed that too, just from how aggressively close the brothers are.
He waits until they've made their orders before answering - he's gonna get that char siu bowl, and a double-shot of whiskey.]
So I was way off. [He shrugs.] It was 2035, last I knew. I think I'm the furthest in the future out of everyone from Earth.
[It does make him curious if other people are from his and Scott's world, just from before mutants started cropping up everywhere. But Toma and Chobe started human, which definitely isn't how mutants work.]
[That would have been the risk of that lie, in turn; those who had a sense of how Toma and Chobe were with each other, even if they hadn't gotten outright confirmation that the two were all the family they had, may be inclined to doubt any claims that could seem to imply a "normal" upbringing.
In any case, it's probably fortunate that Toma is occupied with ordering (the bibimbap Dodger mentioned, and a flask of sake) and misses that shift in expression.]
Huh... I certainly can't say I've met anyone from further forward, no. A few others from the 21st century, but just the first couple of decades.
[Dodger nods slowly, although he's getting lost in his own thoughts. It's... isolating, in a different way than it must be for people like Henry and Toma. A lot of things he takes for granted aren't normal yet for anyone else. Maybe not as extreme an issue as Henry being too far in the past to know what a potato is, but it's something.]
Viktor and Jayce Talis come from a world that's similar to mine, tech-wise, but it's definitely not Earth. Otherwise... yeah. I don't know.
[He stews for a little longer.]
Were you sleeping with men back home, or is that new?
[Viktor and Jayce... He remembers Viktor's profile catching his eye on the most recent mingle, though he quickly ended up too busy to contact him. In any case, he nods, quietly committing those names to memory.
Dodger's next question gives him a moment's pause - partly because it's so personal (though, admittedly, they've already crossed several lines in that regard), and partly for what Dodger's phrasing seems to him to imply.]
Rather than ask outright, though, Toma... opts to keep in mind that he sure Said That. Just something he figures could have the potential to put other things in perspective later. For now, he tilts his head a bit, answering with a soft hum.]
Not really. I suppose there were men I thought were attractive now and then, but... [A smile flickers over his lips - faint, but genuinely fond. Not even like the most convincing moments of his "wedding night" act.] I've never really wanted anyone but him.
[There are probably some things to unpack there! Toma will not be doing that.]
Sure. It's normal to get attached to your caretakers, right? They're who you learn about family dynamics from, and what relationships are supposed to look like.
[He's extrapolating a little - Toma's mother wasn't raising him, or at least not passing on skills, both brothers seem like they've only been able to depend on each other. So much like Dodger's relationships with his adoptive family were heavily muddled by circumstance, he can see how that would happen to Toma and Chobe.]
I've never really been one person's. Must be nice, having that sort of... focus.
[His tone makes it almost sound like a question. He has a deep well of devotion that he pushes onto whoever his current boss is, but with a few exceptions it hasn't really been sexual or romantic. And neither that nor being in a relationship ever stops him from sleeping around. He can't really wrap his head around not wanting anyone else.]
I suppose so - though, I'm not sure either of us are fit to be talking about what's "normal".
[Like. Listen. He will defend his and his brother's absolutely fucked relationship to the end of time, but he does know that most consider the two of them to at least be a bit off.
And Dodger... well. He's Dodger.
In any case, he did draw some pretty accurate conclusions: For all intents and purposes, the two of them were all they had. The bandits they lived with certainly didn't do much to raise them, after all - just another hazard that, if they played their cards right, could be turned to their advantage.]
It is - I'd say so, anyway. Even in this place, no matter what, we both know who we belong to.
[...At this point, it could be argued he's just bragging, but, hey: He figures Dodger basically invited it.]
[He did invite it, and he doesn't mind the bragging. He's a little jealous, yes, but only because he's never had someone return the sort of devotion he feels toward the people he attaches himself to. It sounds nice.
There is Esikko, but that's... complicated. By far the closest Dodger's gotten to what he wants, but he still figures Esikko doesn't feel quite as strong of a bond as Dodger feels.]
Lucky you.
[Despite the wording, his tone sounds like it's a genuine compliment. Or Dodger's best attempt at one.]
Speaking of... people we belong to, I guess. I told Chobe this but I wasn't sure if he'd take me up on it - if you need me to keep Bloemrose away from you for a bit, let me know. No questions asked. I owe you after...
[He gestures vaguely. The wedding night, the werewolf thing, the whole fucking "friendship" they've had so far. But mostly the wedding night.]
[That answer really is a bit of a surprise - maybe because Toma is so used to, say, the prince's bitter sniping any time Toma and Chobe's relationship comes up.
And... speaking of the prince. The moment Dodger mentions Esikko, something shutters over Toma's expression. He leans back in his seat, lacing his fingers together on the table.]
I appreciate the offer, but there's no need. We can handle him fine - and he knows it's his friends' necks on the line if he tries anything.
[Dodger's expression, in turn, flickers with fresh interest. He thinks he knows most of what happened between Esikko and the brothers, but... it's still only what Esikko told him. And he definitely got the sense that it wasn't the full story.]
It's not about being able to handle him. It's about getting things done without him knowing. What I mean is, if you needed to do something that you think he'd get in the way of, I can distract him for a few hours. I'm good at that.
[Not that he's going to push much further than this, because it's certainly easier for him if neither of the brothers want to bite.]
The offer's open, doesn't have to be any time soon. I'm just offering you a tool to keep in your belt.
[When Dodger clarifies, Toma does... pause. Indeed, a hypothetical future distraction is of a lot more potential value to him than a vague, general assurance.
He nods, after a few moments' consideration - a faint bit of the tension eases from his shoulders, even if not all of it.]
...I'll keep it in mind. Thank you.
This what you meant about making it up to me, then?
[Accidentally, this is adding to Dodger's assumption that Toma is the leader between the brothers. Toma seems to be the tactician, after all, and Chobe... is Chobe. He's a scrappy mutt with a decent head on his shoulders, but Dodger can't say that he'd be as willing to swear loyalty to him as he would be for Toma.]
Whatever we've got going on is valuable. I took more than my share during Halloween, so I wanted to... keep things even, I guess.
[That doesn't feel quite right, because he still needs Toma more than Toma needs him. But he's wording it as best as he can.]
[It's funny, in a way; while Toma is certainly more inclined to plan ahead between the two of them, he doesn't consider that much of a leadership quality. It was, after all, Chobe's ability to think on his feet, to handle circumstances they couldn't possibly have prepared for as they came up, that always got then through the most dire moments of their lives. Toma can offer advice, guidelines, the shape of a plan - but, even now, being more proactive than he was growing up, he'll usually just trust Chobe's judgment in the moment.
Toma raises an eyebrow slightly.] Even, huh.
[...Yeah, he really couldn't leave that without comment, huh - even if, in the next moment, he turns to the server approaching with their drinks with a perfectly polite smile, and doesn't say anything further on the topic.
Honestly, though, it kind of works for him that what they each get out of this arrangement is so mismatched - and that Dodger isn't even aware of the benefit exposure to his Tao offers Toma. If he has to live in close quarters with someone like Dodger anyway, there are potential advantages to making sure Dodger knows he owes him.]
[There's an uncomfortable edge to Dodger's tone, but he lets the topic drop when the server shows up. He makes himself busy, drinking some of his whiskey and lighting a new cigarette. Given how quickly he goes through them, he's probably going to have filled the ashtray up by the time they leave - but he is using the ashtray, as a sign of respect.]
I wouldn't mind another training session, after we're done here.
[He's trying to keep his voice even, like he isn't hungry for it. Like there was any doubt that it's still most of what he wants from Toma.]
It's up to you. But I don't want to let it sit for too long.
[Aaand there it is. It really is no surprise; Toma was already inclined to see this whole "date" as nothing more than a weak attempt to feign personal interest. A thin shroud, draped over what Dodger actually wants from him.
It shouldn't annoy him. Dodger doesn't deserve even that much acknowledgement - as though it mattered whether he actually had any interest in Toma as a person.]
Hmm... maybe another time. I'm rather busy tonight.
[He isn't. But, suddenly, he's all the more inclined to remind Dodger that sex with him isn't that valuable.
He lifts the flask of sake, nodding at the cups sitting on the tray with it - casually, his tone light, as though nothing were different.]
[Dodger can tell he made a mistake, but he doesn't entirely understand why. He's putting it in Toma's hands, and he's putting in effort to do things other than just demand sex whenever they talk. And he's explicitly offering sex where Toma is in charge, something he tries to avoid with anyone else. So there's a flash of quiet frustration in his eyes, before he reminds himself that the point was to leave it up to Toma and accept whatever answer he got.]
Sure.
[To both the refusal, and the offer of sake. He pours himself a small amount, just because he already knows he doesn't tend to like sake, and nudges his glass of whiskey forward.]
You can try some of mine, if you want. It's cinnamon-infused, the spice is most of what I can taste.
[Even then, he can't taste very much of it, but it's why Dodger gravitates to spicy food.]
[Toma... doesn't much like whiskey or spice, but he nods and accepts the glass anyway. May as well try it, so--
--Oh, yep, no, that really burns. As soon as he takes a sip, he sets the glass down in a hurry (carefully), bringing the back of his other hand to his mouth to cover a discreet cough.]
Not-- for me, I think. I can see why you would like it.
[Dodger lets out an amused snort, while he's downing his sake. Yeah, this sucks - there's barely any burn and he can't taste much aside from that. It smells nice, though.]
First alcohol I ever tried was Fireball, 'cause I thought it was funny. It's still my favorite. Harder to find here, but all cinnamon whiskey's pretty good.
[He's taking his whiskey back, and drinking it as easily as if it was water.]
That stuff suits you, though. It's... understated.
[The fuck is-- well, no, he can guess what Fireball is. Toma makes a bit of a face.]
I'll take your word for it.
[Toma pours himself a cup of sake in turn, raising his eyebrows a bit.] Thank you, I think... [The corner of his lips twitches a bit.] Unless that's another way of calling me boring.
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[Toma tilts his head a bit, answering with just the faintest (shitty) smile.] That so...? Well, it's good to know I won't have to entirely hold your hand through what's available.
[Given that he's kind of gotten the impression so far that Dodger is not... really one for, like. Going places, or trying things.
But, he can meet one bit of harmless information with another.]
My brother and I had been living in Hong Kong for some time before arriving here. As interesting as it's been to try so many new foods, it's nice to have something more familiar once in a while.
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You're Japanese, right? [He thinks??] So those are the only two countries you've been to?
[He's mildly curious about other countries - it's hard to really care about places he'll never visit, but he's aware that the information can be useful. And, to a lesser extent, he's aware that people like talking about their homelands.]
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[Even if he was technically right, Toma maintains Dodger was wrong in every way that matters, dammit.]
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[Although he's pretty sure that anyone who's met him would have no trouble guessing that legality doesn't factor into any of Dodger's choices.]
...What year was it, when you got brought here?
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Hm... [He pauses, raising a hand to call a server over before he answers - and to buy himself a bit of time to call that answer to mind. Hard to track the passing years already, harder when he doesn't have illicit business to keep track of.] 1840... something. 1845 or so?
[Thinking it over so specifically, he may have had his age off by a bit when he set his profile up... Not like it really matters if whatever small proportion of people find that think he's 141 or 148.
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He waits until they've made their orders before answering - he's gonna get that char siu bowl, and a double-shot of whiskey.]
So I was way off. [He shrugs.] It was 2035, last I knew. I think I'm the furthest in the future out of everyone from Earth.
[It does make him curious if other people are from his and Scott's world, just from before mutants started cropping up everywhere. But Toma and Chobe started human, which definitely isn't how mutants work.]
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In any case, it's probably fortunate that Toma is occupied with ordering (the bibimbap Dodger mentioned, and a flask of sake) and misses that shift in expression.]
Huh... I certainly can't say I've met anyone from further forward, no. A few others from the 21st century, but just the first couple of decades.
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Viktor and Jayce Talis come from a world that's similar to mine, tech-wise, but it's definitely not Earth. Otherwise... yeah. I don't know.
[He stews for a little longer.]
Were you sleeping with men back home, or is that new?
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Dodger's next question gives him a moment's pause - partly because it's so personal (though, admittedly, they've already crossed several lines in that regard), and partly for what Dodger's phrasing seems to him to imply.]
...Yes and no. Man, singular.
[One guess as to who.]
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Keeping it in the family, huh... I can respect that.
[What does he mean by that...]
Did you think about other men, or were you always with Chobe?
[He's not actually going anywhere with this, he just got fully got derailed by realizing Toma is less experienced than he gave him credit(?) for.]
belatedly remembers: cw incest talk going forward
Rather than ask outright, though, Toma... opts to keep in mind that he sure Said That. Just something he figures could have the potential to put other things in perspective later. For now, he tilts his head a bit, answering with a soft hum.]
Not really. I suppose there were men I thought were attractive now and then, but... [A smile flickers over his lips - faint, but genuinely fond. Not even like the most convincing moments of his "wedding night" act.] I've never really wanted anyone but him.
[There are probably some things to unpack there! Toma will not be doing that.]
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[He's extrapolating a little - Toma's mother wasn't raising him, or at least not passing on skills, both brothers seem like they've only been able to depend on each other. So much like Dodger's relationships with his adoptive family were heavily muddled by circumstance, he can see how that would happen to Toma and Chobe.]
I've never really been one person's. Must be nice, having that sort of... focus.
[His tone makes it almost sound like a question. He has a deep well of devotion that he pushes onto whoever his current boss is, but with a few exceptions it hasn't really been sexual or romantic. And neither that nor being in a relationship ever stops him from sleeping around. He can't really wrap his head around not wanting anyone else.]
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[Like. Listen. He will defend his and his brother's absolutely fucked relationship to the end of time, but he does know that most consider the two of them to at least be a bit off.
And Dodger... well. He's Dodger.
In any case, he did draw some pretty accurate conclusions: For all intents and purposes, the two of them were all they had. The bandits they lived with certainly didn't do much to raise them, after all - just another hazard that, if they played their cards right, could be turned to their advantage.]
It is - I'd say so, anyway. Even in this place, no matter what, we both know who we belong to.
[...At this point, it could be argued he's just bragging, but, hey: He figures Dodger basically invited it.]
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There is Esikko, but that's... complicated. By far the closest Dodger's gotten to what he wants, but he still figures Esikko doesn't feel quite as strong of a bond as Dodger feels.]
Lucky you.
[Despite the wording, his tone sounds like it's a genuine compliment. Or Dodger's best attempt at one.]
Speaking of... people we belong to, I guess. I told Chobe this but I wasn't sure if he'd take me up on it - if you need me to keep Bloemrose away from you for a bit, let me know. No questions asked. I owe you after...
[He gestures vaguely. The wedding night, the werewolf thing, the whole fucking "friendship" they've had so far. But mostly the wedding night.]
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And... speaking of the prince. The moment Dodger mentions Esikko, something shutters over Toma's expression. He leans back in his seat, lacing his fingers together on the table.]
I appreciate the offer, but there's no need. We can handle him fine - and he knows it's his friends' necks on the line if he tries anything.
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It's not about being able to handle him. It's about getting things done without him knowing. What I mean is, if you needed to do something that you think he'd get in the way of, I can distract him for a few hours. I'm good at that.
[Not that he's going to push much further than this, because it's certainly easier for him if neither of the brothers want to bite.]
The offer's open, doesn't have to be any time soon. I'm just offering you a tool to keep in your belt.
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He nods, after a few moments' consideration - a faint bit of the tension eases from his shoulders, even if not all of it.]
...I'll keep it in mind. Thank you.
This what you meant about making it up to me, then?
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[Accidentally, this is adding to Dodger's assumption that Toma is the leader between the brothers. Toma seems to be the tactician, after all, and Chobe... is Chobe. He's a scrappy mutt with a decent head on his shoulders, but Dodger can't say that he'd be as willing to swear loyalty to him as he would be for Toma.]
Whatever we've got going on is valuable. I took more than my share during Halloween, so I wanted to... keep things even, I guess.
[That doesn't feel quite right, because he still needs Toma more than Toma needs him. But he's wording it as best as he can.]
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Toma raises an eyebrow slightly.] Even, huh.
[...Yeah, he really couldn't leave that without comment, huh - even if, in the next moment, he turns to the server approaching with their drinks with a perfectly polite smile, and doesn't say anything further on the topic.
Honestly, though, it kind of works for him that what they each get out of this arrangement is so mismatched - and that Dodger isn't even aware of the benefit exposure to his Tao offers Toma. If he has to live in close quarters with someone like Dodger anyway, there are potential advantages to making sure Dodger knows he owes him.]
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[There's an uncomfortable edge to Dodger's tone, but he lets the topic drop when the server shows up. He makes himself busy, drinking some of his whiskey and lighting a new cigarette. Given how quickly he goes through them, he's probably going to have filled the ashtray up by the time they leave - but he is using the ashtray, as a sign of respect.]
I wouldn't mind another training session, after we're done here.
[He's trying to keep his voice even, like he isn't hungry for it. Like there was any doubt that it's still most of what he wants from Toma.]
It's up to you. But I don't want to let it sit for too long.
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It shouldn't annoy him. Dodger doesn't deserve even that much acknowledgement - as though it mattered whether he actually had any interest in Toma as a person.]
Hmm... maybe another time. I'm rather busy tonight.
[He isn't. But, suddenly, he's all the more inclined to remind Dodger that sex with him isn't that valuable.
He lifts the flask of sake, nodding at the cups sitting on the tray with it - casually, his tone light, as though nothing were different.]
Would you like some? They gave me two cups.
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Sure.
[To both the refusal, and the offer of sake. He pours himself a small amount, just because he already knows he doesn't tend to like sake, and nudges his glass of whiskey forward.]
You can try some of mine, if you want. It's cinnamon-infused, the spice is most of what I can taste.
[Even then, he can't taste very much of it, but it's why Dodger gravitates to spicy food.]
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--Oh, yep, no, that really burns. As soon as he takes a sip, he sets the glass down in a hurry (carefully), bringing the back of his other hand to his mouth to cover a discreet cough.]
Not-- for me, I think. I can see why you would like it.
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First alcohol I ever tried was Fireball, 'cause I thought it was funny. It's still my favorite. Harder to find here, but all cinnamon whiskey's pretty good.
[He's taking his whiskey back, and drinking it as easily as if it was water.]
That stuff suits you, though. It's... understated.
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I'll take your word for it.
[Toma pours himself a cup of sake in turn, raising his eyebrows a bit.] Thank you, I think... [The corner of his lips twitches a bit.] Unless that's another way of calling me boring.
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