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𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.
20s / male / any / 3♦️
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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.
Here? Just playing the game.
Settling scores with my fists. Oh, and I'm not half bad at errands.
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.
[ he left this blank like a coward. ]
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?
INFJ-T
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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?
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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?
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[ 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?
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[ 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.
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ A brow quirks in interest over the rim of his cup. ]
I can't imagine you wouldn't give 'em trouble right back.
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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?
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[ 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.
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[ 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 ]
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[ 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?
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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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Puffing out a short breath, something a little like a laugh, a smile flicks the corners of his mouth. ]
It must've been pretty adorable.
[ He chances saying so while taking a lean into this territory dispute, chancing one better by pressing in with a cant of his head to offer her a kiss proper. Adorable enough to get away with it? ]
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Her thumbs sweep along the arch of his cheekbones in slow arcs, reluctantly drifting elsewhere while she tilts her head for her tongue to lave along the seam of his lips.
An arm loops loosely around his shoulders - closer - letting her fingers card through his hair. Lazily playing with the fine baby hairs at the nape of his neck comes in the form of blunt nails and soft fingerpads alternating in up-down circuits so featherlight they're barely there. ]