𝐺𝑃, 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝑂𝑁.

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20s / male / any / 3♦️  

   

     

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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
INFJ-T

   

   

 

ENERGY

63%

introverted

 

MIND

51%

intuitive

 

NATURE

76%

feeling

 

TACTICS

58%

judging

 

IDENTITY

61%

turbulent

 

 

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Comments

[pliant]

[ she feels her cheeks flush, averting her gaze to her lap despite the partition still separating them. she shouldn't feel so... shy, not when he's already seen every part of her. but lighter's sincerity has always been potent; she hasn't developed an immunity to it yet, as rare as it is back home. ]

... If you wanted to see me, [ she says quietly, her fingers pressing wrinkles into the fabric of her dress. ] You could just say so. You know that, right?

[flagrant]

[ More barefaced with his strength than his sincerity, he knows when to let one ebb and the other flow more than anyone would probably give him credit for. Mercedes is just — different. ]

Think of it as wanting to see you extra, then. Coming over to borrow your shower isn't as exciting as, say, a walk in the Vale.

[pliant]

Mm... maybe. But I think your company is exciting enough on its own.

[ they have yet to have a normal encounter tbh. not that she's complaining. ]

It's always a treat to see you, Lighter.

[flagrant]

Yeah. [ — he agrees after a quiet moment of sitting with the sweetness of that truth. He thinks it should scare him a little more than it does, but it finds that it just suffuses his chest with the one kind of warmth he's unused to. Not because he doesn't recognize it for what it is, but because he's always so quick to shy back from it. Here, especially here, there's no where to go. ] I think of it as a treat too.

[ Gaze rising, he considers something and within the narrow breadth of a second, he climbs to a stand. ]

With that in mind, let's give this a go. [ He hits the 'LUST' button. ] Who knows, maybe it'll let us out and we can go get a real meal.

[pliant]

Hm? [ quiet, inquisitive. she'd almost forgotten about the button until she hears him press it. ] Ah, okay.

[ when the partition lifts, she's still seated on the couch with an untouched bowl of snacks next to her. but her gaze finds him immediately and he'll see the steady bloom of warm delight on her face, the soft curve of her smile and the way it rounds her eyes. ]

It's good to see you again.

[flagrant]

[ It's instinctive, the stride he takes up to the lowered partition. He does stop just short of crossing it, bracing his arm against the wall of the opposite pod and letting his shades slip down his nose a little. ]

You, too. You weren't saving that seat for anyone, were you?

[ sorry he has one braincell and it's been overcooked by the sun ]

[pliant]

[ she hums, thoughtful. ]

I was... [ is she dragging it out just so she can enjoy the way he looks like that for a little longer? maybe. but that's between her and the goddess. ] But it looks like he's here now.

[flagrant]

Oho? Well, you tell him I'll fight him for it.

[ A grin flicked against the low light as he finally pushes into the space, rounding his way to the couch to drop into a seat next to her. ]

Are you alright?

[pliant]

[ it's a wide couch, so there's more than enough room to accommodate the two of them as he settles in. for the first time since this game started, she feels comfortable, more relaxed. she thinks it's likely because she's always liked seeing the faces of the people she's talking to, but it could also be just because of the fact that it's him.

either way, she's not going to dwell on that. for now. ]

I am now. [ really, she does feel a lot better. she turns in her seat to face him, her knee bumping lightly against his with the motion. ] I guess I should have just pressed the button from the start.

[flagrant]

[ It's such a slight touch but it works wonders in settling him down from an uneasy feeling he hadn't realized was creeping up on him the longer they talked, the more he realized their pods might be separated. Slinging an arm over the back of the couch behind her, he cants his head. ]

Contrary to how I look, I'm actually pretty good at following the rules. [ . ] When I know them, that is. We played the game well, don't you think?

[pliant]

[ mildly, ]

Are you? [ doubt.jpg ] But I think we did. We learned some new things about each other and got closer... that's the point of this game, isn't it?

[flagrant]

[ He is! Actual! (not clickbait)! ]

Sure is. Though, [ before he can consciously rub his two brain cells together to form a sensible thought ] you can always be closer.

[pliant]

[ oh, so this is what he meant when he said it's bad for the heart... ]

How close do you mean?

[flagrant]

[ Turnabout is fair play... lessons from war. It takes him a moment to consider before he moves, arm slipping back on the rim of the couch to touch his curled index knuckle to her cheek. He scrubs softly, thoughtful. ]

As close as you want.

[pliant]

[ her lashes flutter and lower, tilting her head into that soft touch without even thinking about it. ]

But what about you? [ sighed out, just above a murmur. ] What do you want?

[flagrant]

[ He wonders, briefly, if it'll ever get easier. The nature of wanting. ]

You wouldn't mind putting your arms around me again, would you?

[pliant]

Of course not.

[ it's easy enough to move over, to press close to his side and wrap her arms around his middle. except she gives in to the desire to get even closer, sitting in his lap and slipping her arms over his shoulders. her fingers link at his nape, lightly curling into the shorter hairs there. ]

Is this okay?

[flagrant]

[ It's such a small shift and yet it feels like it happens so slowly. Only when she settles her weight on him does he breathe out again, nodding. One of his arms curls around her back and the other slides over her legs to pull her more sidesaddle across his lap, grip loose against her thigh. ]

Yeah, much better. ...Thanks.

[pliant]

[ her breath stutters briefly as he pulls her in, held in the warm circle of his arms. it hadn't been that long since the last time, but she feels something settle within her as she leans against him, savoring his warmth. ]

There's nothing to thank me for. [ carefully, she rests her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes. ] I like this.

[ in the quiet of her pod, she allows herself the honesty— ]

I like you.

[flagrant]

[ He should consider it a little more, he thinks, how easily a sense of calm comes over him when she's near like this. But as her fingers brush over the warm back of his neck, he finds he doesn't have the heart — or rather, his heart's occupied with other things.

An honesty that leaves no room to shy back from. ]

I like you too, Mercie.

[ Leaning back with a sigh, arms pulled against her in contentment, he glances upward. ]

Now, let's see how long it'll take for us to get kicked out. Or maybe they'll let us walk free, who knows.