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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
✧ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ (ʀᴇʙᴇʟsᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ)
[ Somehow, the words he's left with as he eventually exits his suite clatter around in his head like the scratch and screech of metal — have some fun and "good boy". It's not like he's opposed to playing the game as intended, but he's still a guy with less chance hookups than one might imagine in a place that begs, bribes, and extorts them for unimaginable gains. For a low rank like him (and a mellow wallflower beyond that), he doesn't necessarily crave the thrill of wealth or prestige, but can't deny the creature comfort that comes from racking up cards. Not wanting for much doesn't mean there isn't a precipice he's aware of here, a line drawn between succor and suffering.
House Finch is as torrid as gossip says. Which checks out, for a strip club. Dark, perfumed, radiant with red-lit chrome. Lighter can almost taste it in the back of his throat on entry, winding his way around the dancefloor and stages to approach the bar. It doesn't take him long to zero in on his date, matching face to profile picture. ]
So. [ He approaches, dressed down in supple leather from his jacket to his gloves. And yes, the shades stay, even in the belly of the club. ] How's this place stack up to your dive bars?
[ His tone is low and gritty, lilted by curiosity. ]
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She's a good-looking woman, totally his type with the cascading blond hair and perky tits. However, she's not the one he's waiting for tonight. No, he's after someone else and that someone else happens to be a handsome hotshot with a nice ass.
Johnny is without his stylish sunglasses for now, making it even easier for others to locate him without his signature red shades. He takes a slow sip from his glass when the young man wanders over, his dark eyes washing over their face. Johnny looks him up and down with a little smirk.]
This place is a solid 5 on the scale. Maybe a 6 if the stripper could actually fucking dance.
[He lays his glass on the bar counter aggressively, causing it to tremble slightly.]
What about you, hotshot? What do you think of this little oasis of depravity?