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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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[ Heyyyy! If there's anything that perks her right up, it's a friendly face in a sea of strangers within easy reach. ]
I'm a four of clubs, so we're practically next door neighbors.
[ That'll make pestering him in person a lot easier if the urge strikes. How convenient! ]
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[ Contrary to popular belief (and also to all his showboating) he actually isn't that much of a spotlight guy. ]
You know, [ an abrupt thought ] I think we're playing this game wrong. [ and, even abrupter: ] You're too easy to talk to.
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[ Just as she's thinking up her next question, Lighter has to go and say that. Easy to talk to, hmm? ]
Well, well. We can't have that. [ That purr is just loaded with playful mischief. ] How about this... I dare you to press the big ol' button on your side.
[ Yeah, that one. The one with "LUST" stamped on it. Do it, ya chicken. ]
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See, I'm used to that much. Water's hard to come by back home, so uh. Open floor plan showering is pretty common.
[ Though not typically co-ed... still, Lighter goes very still at the next play in this mess of a game. ]
Hold on. I thought this was twenty questions... or something. Since when are we playing with dares?
[ not beating the chicken allegations ]
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[ Obviously!!! If she's too easy to talk to as they are right now, then Mayou's gonna raise the stakes with the dreaded EYE CONTACT. Seriously, she's just in it to embarrass him... and it's probably a little of the alcohol talking, admittedly. What's the worst that could happen? ]
Staring at the wall is boring me to tears and we know each other already anyway. So what's the big deal?
[ To illustrate her point, she reaches over and slaps the 'LUST' button on her side. Whack. ]
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Is that how it is? Alright, then. [ He likewise punches that big alluring button. ] You're on.
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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?
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Something like that, yeah. But also, serious question: do you just want to see me squirm?
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...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?
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[ Please nevermind that he's a wet noodle at this kind of thing and not the resident partier. ]
...what do you mean, "facade"?
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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 ]
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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.
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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?
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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?
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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?
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[ 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?
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[ 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?
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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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