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𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.

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My Self-Summary

Am I really supposed to fill all this out? It's so long...

There's not much to tell. Name's Lighter. When I'm not too busy being kidnapped, you can find me in the Outer Ring. As the undefeated Champion, I defend the honor of the Sons of Calydon.

My Future Plans

Here? Just playing the game.

My Talents

Settling scores with my fists. Oh, and I'm not half bad at errands.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Caesar's more of the reader between us, but she never lets me touch the books I pick up for her. Movies... disaster? Romance is alright too. Music is whatever's playing in Steeltusk. Though when boss and Lucy get on the piano, it's got a nice sound to it. As for food... anything convenient and edible. Taste is a bonus, I guess. On the go or in a Hollow, lollipops work fine for me.

My Ideal Partner

[ he left this blank like a coward. ]

Height 6'1"/185cm Body Type boxer Smokes not anymore Drinks occasionally Drugs no Sign capricorn, says lucy Education street smart Occupation biker gang champion Income pretty good Children none Pets do little boars count? Hobbies joyrides, sometimes

01. WINE OR BEER

Beer, if there's no Nitro-Fuel around.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

...Clowns?

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower, it's more convenient.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates. Hollow bandits are pretty similar.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Uhh. Either, I suppose...

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer. Not much winter to speak of at home.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather. Easier to clean.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Hey, who's asking?

THE ADVOCATE
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ENERGY63%
introverted
MIND51%
intuitive
NATURE76%
feeling
TACTICS58%
judging
IDENTITY61%
turbulent

personality test.

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[ The wall lowers p a i n f u l l y... s l o w l y... leaving Mayou and Lighter sitting on their respective couches in full view of each other. He looks pretty much exactly as she remembers, shades included.
She is, of course, grinning like the cat that got the canary while tipping her glass towards him in a lazy toasting motion. ]

See? This isn't so bad.

[ Yet. It's not so bad yet. ]

Now where were we? Something about playing the game wrong?

[ The implication of that unspoken "yet" is already haunting him. But he wasn't raised in a barn so he lifts his glass in return because he's trying to have some decorum about this despite her grinning like she's going to eat him whole. ]

Something like that, yeah. But also, serious question: do you just want to see me squirm?

[ The grin gets lowered in the smugness scale by a couple notches while Mayou takes a baby sip from her drink, but the saccharine innocence that replaces it isn't that much of an improvement, honestly. ]

...are you offering?

[ Yes, yes she does intend to see him squirm. That's the whole point of this game!!! ]

You can't blame me for being curious what's behind the cool guy facade, can you?

Not [ His glass jostles as he points at her with an index finger, the same one that he's otherwise got clasped around his drink. ] without a fight.

[ Please nevermind that he's a wet noodle at this kind of thing and not the resident partier. ]

...what do you mean, "facade"?

[ Uh oh. Now he's done it. The point. The challenge. Can't just let that lie, now can she?
Alarmingly, Mayou snags her bottle of bad decision juice, rocking to her feet so she can casually commit a Territorial Dispute by crossing into Lighter's pod. Worse, she drops onto the couch next to him. ]

Sunglasses indoors? Dead giveaway.

[ Calling his ass out while slinging an arm along the back of the couch like she owns the place, nbd nbd. ]

[ Ah. He knows that look. Yeah, he's really done it.

Lighter has long since abandoned the concept of personal space since joining his gang, so he puts up with the intrusion rather well. Even if one of his brows lifts beyond the upper rim of his sunglasses as he grabs the bottle he's been nursing for a refill. ]

Something wrong with my sunglasses?

I'm curious what's behind them.

[ Leaning... in... what are you hiding, bikerman? Sure, they're not the obnoxious opaque mirrored lenses, but staying shrimped over like this is gonna be killer on her back if she has to do it the whole game. ]

And it's definitely cheating if we're trying to make each other squirm, y'know?

[ Safety blanket-ass glasses smh ]

[ His expression twists in the way where he's making it painfully obvious he'd like to object, but he's too much of a weenie to go through with it. Setting the bottle back down, he exhales an incredibly put-out sigh. ]

Bold move, appealing to my sense of honor.

[ And it's one that pays off. With his free palm steadied on the couch, he leans in, shrimp to shrimp. There is also a stunning lack of personal space on display here, partly endorsed by the fact that he's rapidly approaching drunk. Even so, the warmth shimmering off of him seems too potent to be just a buzz.

He bows his head, shades obligingly within reach. ]

Go ahead.

[ Oh. Oh no. That's adorable, actually.
Mayou sets aside her drink for the time being; delicately taking the temples of his sunglasses in hand coincidentally has her almost cupping his face while her fingertips skim over his cheekbones. Just for a moment, no more.
A moment she teeeechnically doesn't have to draw out like she does, but who's gonna notice? ]

There.

[ Ha ha get looked at nerd. Lighter's sunglasses are getting confiscated and perched on top of her head like a Cool Guy Tiara for the time being. ]

Isn't that better?

[ If he notices (he does), he doesn't say anything. Mostly from sheer anxiety, ironically soothed by the faint touch, there and gone again. Still, he stays obedient to the cause of a fair fight, unshielded gaze flicking upwards. He has green eyes. His pupils reflect red, like the dim flutter of embers. And he looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in months, quite frankly, but otherwise...

All normal. Exhaling, he rights himself, bangs still naturally covering most of his right eye. ]

Dunno, seems like that was more for your benefit than mine. I hope everything's to your satisfaction.

[ Unable to help himself, he cants his head downwards again in consideration — ]

It's not a bad look for you, though. You sure you don't want a pair?

[ This suits him better, she thinks, spending an extra second or two studying the new addition of his unshielded eyes. Or eye, as the case may be, with his bangs swept roguishly over one side like that. Lighter just radiates cool no matter what he does, doesn’t he? ]

Oh, very satisfied, trust me. No complaints. [ Mayou’s lips hook up at the corners just a hair, an expression usually partially hidden by her scarf if not for how she’s still semi-leaned into his space. Given his wardrobe she’d almost expected to see blue or brown eyes, but… ] So they’re green… I like it.

[ With that last bit voiced sotto voce – speaking to herself out loud, mostly, but a compliment is a compliment even if implied – the couch creaks under her weight as Mayou straightens up again, crossing one leg over the other at the knee. ]

Ha, funny you bring that up – I don’t think I’ve ever owned a pair of sunglasses. [ Huh. ] What would look good on me in your expert opinion? Heart shaped lenses, pink tint, something like that?

Pleasure doin' business with you, then.

[ A compliment is a compliment and normally Lighter would be happy to feed into a little back and forth, but this situation is about as far removed from normal as he can imagine. Honesty bubbles in his chest, causing him to look off at some uninteresting corner of the pod instead.

Likewise slinging an arm over the back of the other side of the couch, he hums, its grit watered down somewhat. ]

No? Must not have dust or the sun blaring in your eyes very often. [ Surprisingly practical for a guy who seems to live for The Aesthetique™️ ] In my expert opinion... something earthy would suit you. You know, the uhh. Tortoiseshell. But also, gold accents look good on everybody.

You think this place has a market for sunglasses?

I'd say there's a pretty good chance they have some kicking around somewhere if we looked hard enough.

[ It's much more interesting to watch the tiny microexpressions flicker across his face like startled birds now that she can see all of him. Mayou's having way too much fun with this — a coquettish tilt of her head just so, a slight widening of her eyes, the twirling of a lock of hair aimlessly around a fingertip; all in all, practically radiating naïveté. ]

Though I'll admit, I didn't think you were into the whole naughty librarian look. [ Speaking of ✨gold✨- ] We'd have matching accessories and everything.

[ HA HA YEAH that wide-eyed innocent look is absolutely a farce. They're still playing their game, after all, and she intends to win! ]

Would you... want to shop for some with me?

[ Expression flattening, Lighter cants his head aside, almost at a loll, as if trying to dodge a hit. There's nothing for the way he's gone red in the face, either from the booze or the closeness or any number of cacophonous factors looming over him in this game, so he's not exactly trying hard to hide it. It is killing him a little bit, though. ]

Hey. [ Enterprising but also slightly put out? ] I answered seriously there. So why do I get the feeling...

[ He lifts a hand to gently rub the curl of one of his knuckles into her cheek, just strong enough for it to squish. Like a noogie, but for your face. ]

...that you're teasing me?

[ Batting her eyelashes: ]

Because I am?

[ At least Mayou's being truthful about her intentions, even if she's entirely unapologetic about it. And what's wrong with teasing? He can't possibly expect her to just Not Perceive Him after reacting like that! Tough guy, cute blush, easy to fluster... it's like catnip — she just can't help herself.

Ain't no way she's letting him wriggle out of this so easily, though, especially not if Lighter's going to keep encouraging her with touches like the one on her cheek. Hell, she actively leans into him. ]

So? You wanna go wade through the clearance rack with me or not?

...Hard to argue with that. [ It's not like he doesn't know he's a target ripe for griefing but also — maybe he can't help himself, either. The familiarity of being heckled by tiny women is too much of a balm to his slightly-drunk soul right now. ] Especially because I'm a star shopper. I could find you a good pair even in the deepest recesses of the clearance rack, no sweat.

[ He is shockingly sincere about this, further digging this hole. ]

You think this place is fireproof? Or would it be too bad of an idea to try and escape?

I'll hold you to that.

[ Just to punctuate that point, the witch plucks his (stolen) sunglasses from their perch on her head and puts those suckers on with a flourish — because she too, can look like a Cool Dude™ by wearing them indoors. Not nearly as naturally as he does, but who's keeping track? ]

Do you really want to start playing with fire if the doors end up staying locked? [ One pale eyebrow arches above the rim of 'her' sunglasses. ] Besides, I'm having a great time. No need to cut the fun short.

[ She makes a pretty compelling argument, all things considered. Watching his shades slip over the curve of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, he can't help something of a smile. Not as hidden or as flippant — perhaps he's simply not thinking about it enough to not blow his Cool Dude™️ finesse. ]

Alright, alright. As the lady wishes. [ Tipping his glass around, he huffs a low noise. ] You know, I gotta admit. I have no idea whose question it was.

[ He lifts his drink, offering it out for a toast. ]

But here's to not burning down the place. For once.

Yours, mine, doesn't matter by now.

[ Certainly not with the pleasant cotton-fuzz warmth buoying up her mood! Feels pretty nice. So nice that Mayou needs to blindly grope around for her discarded glass for a moment — almost but not quite knocking it over entirely in the process. Very smooth.
Clink! ]

To not burning stuff and some decent company for once.

[ Her fault tbh. She's a grump when forced to socialize. ]

Oh? For once? That's high praise. [ He's such a stick in the mud back home, subject to the whims of being too cool but also living in what amounts to the party rock dimension. ] Anyone giving you trouble?

[ A brow quirks in interest over the rim of his cup. ]

I can't imagine you wouldn't give 'em trouble right back.

[ Her brows draw together for a moment while taking a sip from her drink, looking an awful lot like she's straight up pouting in the warped funhouse-esque effect given by the glass. ]

No, not really 'trouble', just... annoying.

[ That sounds like petty whining to her own ears, and she just slumps dramatically against the couch backrest with her cheek squashed against the cushion, pout and all. ]

Some people can be so shitty when they're anonymous. You didn't get any duds in your rounds so far?

Mmm, probably. [ Though nonchalant, he does sound like he means it. ] I guess I didn't really focus on anybody who didn't seem worth the time...

[ He's implicating himself here, but he doesn't seem to notice. Plus, it's easy for duds to bounce off his thick skull. ]

You can lose 'em real fast if you pretend they're debt collectors, or someone else equally unpleasant to talk to. You should try it sometime.

That might work. I've just been pretending to be asleep the whole time.

[ And yeah, okay, maaaaaybe nodding off mid-ramble is kinda rude, but... eh. Can't make an omelette without ignoring a few eggs. The more important thing here is that Mayou's feeling the alcohol by now for sure — there's a silly little smile on her lips and a telltale singsong trill to her voice that only rarely makes an appearance. ]

Although, I will say it's cute you think I'm one of the ones worth the time and effort ~ ♫♪

[ help why is she like this ]

Hey, we've all got our own battle tactics...

[ Which he'd be happy to discuss further, feats of his ability to duck and dodge pursuers (of the violent, romantic, and debt variety) ready on his tongue, but her saccharine lilt stalls him. Lighter opens his mouth, closes it, and then squints. He'd like to think he's pretty adept at figuring out when someone's just trying to torment him a little and when they're expressing something genuine and — ]

Yeah? [ Lighter just blurts it out, expression watery, quizzical. ] Why wouldn't I?

[ Ha! Oh, the confusion on his face is just precious. Like a puzzled puppy, all soft and bleary-eyed, making her fingers twitch with the insistent urge to touch. Why not take the plunge? Teasing or genuine, there's nothing wrong with giving things a little playful spin, and he hasn't told her off for anything yet. Mayou impulsively abandons her empty glass so she can scoot closer on the couch... ]

You have no idea how adorable that is, do you?

[ Intrusive thoughts win yet again. Her hands come up, cradling his face in her palms; the couch creaking under the shift in weight as she leans forward, closer, closer, craning her head just enough to plant a featherlight peck on his nose. Nothing too salacious. Just a teaser. Testing the waters, so to speak. ]

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