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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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Oh, I'll guard it with my life until it fades. That's plenty indulgent enough for me.
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( she could write it on his buttcheek or smth but that'd be like defacing one of the seven wonders of the world
but that is neither here nor there. it does feel a little silly, standing in front of the partition, considering what it is. it strikes her more than any curtain call, which is a silly inkling to have when there's really no need for performance anxiety without a performance. )
In fact, it might've been a little mean of me.
( there's a plastic crinkle, fading, a little further away as she takes a step back in case he still means to remove the partition between them. )
I expect it'll probably come off when you wash your hands.
( before a meal? before some popcorn? )
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Yeah, but the first one's special, isn't it? [ His heel scuffs slightly, a motion that's thoughtful, not quite a similar step back from the barrier between them. ] I've already taken one too many IOUs here. It's nice to have something like this, even if it'll fade eventually.
[ His thinking doesn't extend too far (not his strong suit......); he swipes up some of his refreshments and approaches the partition, giving the button a tap on the way. ]
Same as a lollipop, no? Eventually, you're just left with the memory of the flavor.
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They do say the first impression can be everything.
( so she says anyway, in very mild-mannered tones as the partition lifts with a stray breeze of moving air. her feathers behind each ear ruffle with it.
by the time he can see her, she's holding a tray of popcorn and soda — the first in a bowl and a plastic baggy both, all ready to go if he takes it for the road. the lolly's been tucked behind an ear as a thoughtful detail. apparently, as is unfortunate of most dress and dress-like structures, she's without any pockets to her name to make out like
a bandit. she'll have to improvise later.
very demure. very mindful. very netflix and chill, considering she's turned on the television for some background filler, even if the volume's been set real low.
which is unfortunate. which the narrative will get into, later, when he has time to notice those other details and she isn't using all of her attention and social graces to play hostess. )
And, at the very least, you've given me something sweet to remember you by. I just hope the same can be said of me.
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Perhaps not the first Halovian he's seen? ]
Yep. [ An easy enough answer despite the short hiccup in his attention. He gives the bowl of candy an enterprising spin. ] Plenty sweet enough for me, and I don't say that lightly.
[ being something of a ✨connoisseur✨ himself ]
I'm not sure if you're the type to have a drink, [ He hefts a bottle of champagne in his opposite hand; sure, he doesn't have a champagne-kind-of-face, but he thought twice before grabbing the hard liquor. Part of him thinks there's no way a basement dweller will get to swipe that for free, but the narrator digresses. ] but you're welcome to my share.
[ A peace offering, held aloft as he gingerly crosses the boundary. ]
Since you never know who you'll run into here though, I guess I've been quite conservative.
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but that's an assumption. really, he doesn't look like the type of guy to have a sweet tooth, either, so any preconceptions that robin might have had are laid by the wayside already, left to dry out in some desert sun. )
It would be good to have our wits about us. I've avoided for the same reason.
... Besides. If I do drink, I usually save it for a special occasion.
( as he stands in her space, she has to reorient, looking down at her tray and then at the fancy bottle in his hand — and with a steady sense of a hostess's appreciation, she sets the tray down on the mini table as she finds glasses with which to use.
they're plastic. water cooler cups. the expensive champagne might burn through them when he pours. but she pries two apart with her fingernail and holds them out at the ready. )
I'd hold this one under consideration.