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
[Dodger huffs softly. This is going poorly, but still about as well as he could expect it to. Toma is still here and listening to him, that's a win of some sort.]
Toma, I don't want to figure out how to kill you. It's safer for you if I don't. I have enough information to keep myself from killing Chobe by accident, that's all I need.
[He's still pretty sure he could kill Chobe if he wasn't careful, but only because he got uncomfortably close during their fight as far as he's aware.]
I can't promise I'm gonna keep my hands off of him. Or out of him. But I can try to go easier on him if it makes you feel better - I just want to look out for him.
[Toma leans forward, just slightly, over the table. He deliberately ignores most of what Dodger says - keep from killing Chobe by accident, his ass. The bastard has the audacity to claim to be looking out for him, as if Toma is supposed to believe it? As if he can trust anyone but himself to actually look out for his brother's safety? Chobe included, frankly; it sounds like he's going to have to pay much closer attention to the state of his Tao.]
You didn't trip and land wrist-deep in my brother, idiot. This is not a matter of trying, and a promise doesn't mean shit. I am telling you, as a statement of fact, that if you try anything like that again I will tear you apart. Do you understand that?
No, I didn't, he asked me to touch it. That's why I'm not making promises, because he does shit to my head. And I don't make promises I can't keep.
[Dodger's expression softens a bit. He does get it. And he doesn't really expect Toma to accept that he means well.]
I understand, I'll deal with it if it happens again. You can kill me, that's fine. And if Esikko tries to start shit because of it, I'll deal with him too.
[He pauses.]
I owe him, I'm not turning him down if he wants something from me.
[Toma doesn't seem to relax at all at Dodger's clarification - but he doesn't lunge over the table, nor does he walk out. Just keeps glaring with roughly the same intensity, only glancing away to scoff.
He can't argue with the fact that Chobe is hard to say no to; that, he knows better than almost anyone. But that doesn't make him any more inclined to accept it as an excuse; if he can't forgive himself for letting Chobe put himself in danger when they were younger, he certainly can't accept Dodger actively contributing to that danger.
So, his only answer is:] Oh, he won't start anything. He's made it pretty clear I'm free to do as I please to you.
[He's not even surprised - if anything, it's just a relief. He was serious when he told Esikko he doesn't want to be involved in their drama, the last thing he wants is for anything involving him to start up more drama between Esikko and the brothers.
He's quiet for a moment after that last bit, and his gaze lowers to the table. Mostly, he just wants to get his thoughts straight without Toma's expression affecting him.]
Yeah, I owe him. He had a chance to fuck me up and he didn't. He's been... shifting the way I think about things, I guess.
[That's almost no information, and he knows it. But admitting exactly what happened and the journey of soul-searching it set off is far too vulnerable for how the conversation is going.]
[Even with so little to go on, Dodger's explanation is telling enough. Toma knows better than most how few limits Chobe actually has - and where those limits lie. There are only so many circumstances that could be described as him specifically "having a chance" to hurt someone - not just in the day-to-day sense that he can and will hurt pretty much anyone if he feels like it, but an opportunity handed to him - where he wouldn't take it.
Shifting the way he thinks about things, he says. Maybe he really thought being the villains they were meant they were of the same kind as him - or that anyone would be, in a sprawling calcification of the suspicion that rests perpetually in Toma's own mind.]
...Well, even we have our limits.
[He leans back in his seat again, slowly; the tension in his hands, between his brows, eases a bit, even if it doesn't go away entirely.]
Look - the best dogs know when to think for themselves. If you really want to do right by him, that's all the more reason not to just blindly do whatever he asks when it puts him at risk. If he makes it an issue, you're free to tell him I said to knock it off.
[Dodger lets out a little sigh through his nose. It's relief, that he doesn't have to spell out what he's talking about. Toma must know what Chobe's capable of, and therefore what he considers off-limits. And really, it's Dodger slowly learning about what Chobe does and does not consider acceptable that's forced him to reconsider his own standards.
He still can't say he entirely gets it. He still thinks people in Boston are just worse than whatever worlds other people are coming from, more capable of and accepting of human cruelty. But at least within the resort, he's slowly adjusting to the new status quo and he can't argue with the results he's getting.]
Dogs who think for themselves have a time and place.
[Although he realizes that sentiment is empty, because he's supposed to be Esikko's dog and he's certainly been thinking for himself just fine where that's concerned. Even if he really wishes he wasn't.]
But I'll see what I can do. Like I said, no promises.
Time and place. Of course; like when you decide you'd rather screw a mark than watch them, right? [Said sharply, venom seeping back into his voice as quickly as it had started to fade.]
But, when someone you claim to care about asks you to do something you know will put him in danger - but you want to do it - then, well. There's no turning him down, is there?
[He sets a hand flat on the table - and, this time, he stands.] And like I said, a promise wouldn't mean a thing from you, anyway.
[It's muttered under his breath, because he can already tell he's lost this conversation. A thing that is possible to do and normal to think about.
Dodger's fingers tap nervously on the table, and ducks his head like a dog being scolded. Toma has a point, and he hates that he does. Dodger has good intentions, yes, but he also has negligible control over his fire specifically. And even knowing Chobe's weakness, knowing the steps he'd need to take to kill him, is a danger in itself when Dodger is notoriously unpredictable. But he's been doing better here than he ever did in Boston, barely losing his temper and certainly not blacking out.
He can't say he would trust Toma if the situation was reversed, though. Far from it.]
...Whatever. You're welcome for the information.
[Trying to convince Toma to stay feels like a mistake, and the only other urge he could act on is offering to keep away from Chobe if Toma keeps paying attention to him. Definitely not trying that. Better to just put up a wall and pretend losing Toma's favor (or what little he had of it) isn't bothering him.]
[No point to reminding Dodger that Toma may have suggested it, but Dodger sure wasn't opposed. No point to saying much of anything.
So Toma just sneers down at him, and says:] Goodbye, Dodger.
[He walks out without another word - slipping past a waiter with a bowl in each hand, who seems to have seen a few too many dates gone horribly wrong to be all that surprised to see one of the men they were bringing food to storming out.]
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Toma, I don't want to figure out how to kill you. It's safer for you if I don't. I have enough information to keep myself from killing Chobe by accident, that's all I need.
[He's still pretty sure he could kill Chobe if he wasn't careful, but only because he got uncomfortably close during their fight as far as he's aware.]
I can't promise I'm gonna keep my hands off of him. Or out of him. But I can try to go easier on him if it makes you feel better - I just want to look out for him.
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[Toma leans forward, just slightly, over the table. He deliberately ignores most of what Dodger says - keep from killing Chobe by accident, his ass. The bastard has the audacity to claim to be looking out for him, as if Toma is supposed to believe it? As if he can trust anyone but himself to actually look out for his brother's safety? Chobe included, frankly; it sounds like he's going to have to pay much closer attention to the state of his Tao.]
You didn't trip and land wrist-deep in my brother, idiot. This is not a matter of trying, and a promise doesn't mean shit. I am telling you, as a statement of fact, that if you try anything like that again I will tear you apart. Do you understand that?
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[Dodger's expression softens a bit. He does get it. And he doesn't really expect Toma to accept that he means well.]
I understand, I'll deal with it if it happens again. You can kill me, that's fine. And if Esikko tries to start shit because of it, I'll deal with him too.
[He pauses.]
I owe him, I'm not turning him down if he wants something from me.
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He can't argue with the fact that Chobe is hard to say no to; that, he knows better than almost anyone. But that doesn't make him any more inclined to accept it as an excuse; if he can't forgive himself for letting Chobe put himself in danger when they were younger, he certainly can't accept Dodger actively contributing to that danger.
So, his only answer is:] Oh, he won't start anything. He's made it pretty clear I'm free to do as I please to you.
[His lip curls, just slightly.]
Owe him, huh.
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[He's not even surprised - if anything, it's just a relief. He was serious when he told Esikko he doesn't want to be involved in their drama, the last thing he wants is for anything involving him to start up more drama between Esikko and the brothers.
He's quiet for a moment after that last bit, and his gaze lowers to the table. Mostly, he just wants to get his thoughts straight without Toma's expression affecting him.]
Yeah, I owe him. He had a chance to fuck me up and he didn't. He's been... shifting the way I think about things, I guess.
[That's almost no information, and he knows it. But admitting exactly what happened and the journey of soul-searching it set off is far too vulnerable for how the conversation is going.]
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Shifting the way he thinks about things, he says. Maybe he really thought being the villains they were meant they were of the same kind as him - or that anyone would be, in a sprawling calcification of the suspicion that rests perpetually in Toma's own mind.]
...Well, even we have our limits.
[He leans back in his seat again, slowly; the tension in his hands, between his brows, eases a bit, even if it doesn't go away entirely.]
Look - the best dogs know when to think for themselves. If you really want to do right by him, that's all the more reason not to just blindly do whatever he asks when it puts him at risk. If he makes it an issue, you're free to tell him I said to knock it off.
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He still can't say he entirely gets it. He still thinks people in Boston are just worse than whatever worlds other people are coming from, more capable of and accepting of human cruelty. But at least within the resort, he's slowly adjusting to the new status quo and he can't argue with the results he's getting.]
Dogs who think for themselves have a time and place.
[Although he realizes that sentiment is empty, because he's supposed to be Esikko's dog and he's certainly been thinking for himself just fine where that's concerned. Even if he really wishes he wasn't.]
But I'll see what I can do. Like I said, no promises.
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But, when someone you claim to care about asks you to do something you know will put him in danger - but you want to do it - then, well. There's no turning him down, is there?
[He sets a hand flat on the table - and, this time, he stands.] And like I said, a promise wouldn't mean a thing from you, anyway.
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[It's muttered under his breath, because he can already tell he's lost this conversation.
A thing that is possible to do and normal to think about.Dodger's fingers tap nervously on the table, and ducks his head like a dog being scolded. Toma has a point, and he hates that he does. Dodger has good intentions, yes, but he also has negligible control over his fire specifically. And even knowing Chobe's weakness, knowing the steps he'd need to take to kill him, is a danger in itself when Dodger is notoriously unpredictable. But he's been doing better here than he ever did in Boston, barely losing his temper and certainly not blacking out.
He can't say he would trust Toma if the situation was reversed, though. Far from it.]
...Whatever. You're welcome for the information.
[Trying to convince Toma to stay feels like a mistake, and the only other urge he could act on is offering to keep away from Chobe if Toma keeps paying attention to him. Definitely not trying that. Better to just put up a wall and pretend losing Toma's favor (or what little he had of it) isn't bothering him.]
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So Toma just sneers down at him, and says:] Goodbye, Dodger.
[He walks out without another word - slipping past a waiter with a bowl in each hand, who seems to have seen a few too many dates gone horribly wrong to be all that surprised to see one of the men they were bringing food to storming out.]