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[fooloftheking]

Just do it.

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[gola]

[When Pietro enters his room late in the afternoon, it's with an almost palpable air of irritation. He stops just inside the doorway for all of half a second, glancing over at the new occupant who wasn't there this morning. He raises an eyebrow as he takes in Bobo's appearance, clearly making some kind of judgment, either about the man himself or simply the fact that he's here at all. Pietro rolls his eyes and sighs, ignoring the guy for a moment, setting two boxes on the small table, one cardboard that looks stained and falling apart, and the other a rectangular take-out container with a plastic window that displays its contents: a mixed selection of pastries and donuts. Only after he's opened that and snatched up a messy looking eclair does he address Bobo's presence, his words spoken like a statement as if he doesn't care to actually get an answer, but he needs something to say.]

You new, or just get kicked back down here?

[fooloftheking]

[ Bobo was sprawled out on the bed, thankfully dressed for now. Sitting with his back to the wall, he is going through the device they gave him without a concern for the door opening or someone else coming in.

Just watching some video that another had posted to the whole interweb thing they have here. At least until he's addressed.

Slowly he raises his head, looking over the other slowly and curiously. ]

New. [ His gaze goes to the eclair and then box and then back to the man's face. ] Kicked back down. Is that when happens when your keep gets bored with you?

[gola]

[Pietro scoffs almost indignantly, gesturing with the eclair.]

Please, no one would get bored with me.

[He furrows his eyebrows for a second, rethinking what he's claiming by that statement, an acceptance of this whole split society system and his place in it. It's a vibe he doesn't want to give off, and he shoves half the eclair in his mouth before he says something else to that effect. He's not quite done chewing when he dismissively waves away his own comment and gives more context.]

My roommate up there disappeared, went home. That happens.

[He shrugs like he's done with this conversation already, although he'd started it, and holds up the box of pastries.]

Want one?

[fooloftheking]

Don't let it be said you don't have a healthy ego, huh?

[ Not that he sounds at all bothered by that. He definitely knows a healthy ego himself.

Shifting so that his feet thump on the floor, giving the box a look and then giving the other guy one, not hiding that he looks confused by the offer. ]

Well, yeah...

[ He reaches out for one, hand steady but he's watching the other man to see what he does as he takes an eclair. ]

Name's Bobo.

[gola]

[He raises an eyebrow at Bobo's hesitation, like he's expecting some trick or rescinding of the offer. Though Pietro would like to consider himself intimidating, he's generally not perceived as such, and this is a strange reaction for him to get. He sighs in exasperation.]

Just take it already. They are leftovers from work.

[Pietro makes a little choked noise after the name registers, trying to cover a laugh.]

Bobo, is it? That is... That is something. I'm Pietro.

text; un: protofeminist (post-dated to when the electricity returns)

[aspirers]

What do you think of facials?

[fooloftheking]

I think you'd look damn good on your knees leading up to one... though if you'd rather an actual spa experience I'm up for that too.

1/2

[aspirers]

What?

[aspirers]

[And then it hits her that something must be going on with the network. Sure enough, she reads the last text. They've never private messaged before either.]

Welcome to Duplicity. Sometimes the devices decide to send messages to other people unbeknownst to you.

What is a spa? [Of course by now she knows what the other facial is, though she hasn't given that many blowjobs in her time in the city.]

[fooloftheking]

Well damn. I was thinking you'd succumbed to my charms.

Were you sending it to someone else, or just whatever they want?

Wait, you've never been to a spa? Massages and soaking in a hot tub and maybe being brushed with herb branches or something? Really?

[aspirers]

Were you trying to charm me? [She is a smart girl, but sometimes she's clueless.]

No. I was not asking anyone's opinions on that. Though yours is a good answer.

I cannot say I can even picture what you are describing, and it is likely not something I would want to participate in. [The lesser of the two facials she would like most likely.]

un: queenofcountry (misfire)

[troubleis]

Pretty sure my tits will make you believe in love at first sight.

[fooloftheking]

Pretty damn sure you're going to have to prove that.

[troubleis]

Photographic proof or in person?

[fooloftheking]

Photos can be faked. I'm gonna need to see the proof in person.

Text | un: LadyRogue (event misfire)

[rogueinladysclothing]

When a domme tells you to get on your knees, do you comply the first time? Or do you require punishment before you submit?

un: delrey

[fooloftheking]

That depends. Did I agree to do as you want, or is this just pain play with a framework?

For the record, I'm not adverse to either.

[ Might be a misfire but he's really into this conversation now. ]

[rogueinladysclothing]

[What in all the hells? She has to take a moment to check her message to see what he's responding to, at which point she sighs heavily and decides to simply go with it. This dreamsforsaken city. Night for days and now this.]

That would be negotiated before she asks anything of you. A good domme will never assume anything or hold the same standards from one scene to the next without consent.

Do you have a preference? [A thing she never thought she'd ask him.]

[fooloftheking]

The Triangle does not have good dommes. We had a witch who married a true demon and who knew more about pain than most know about anything or everything.

So I can't say I wouldn't be curious about this concept, with the right good domme.

I can't say I have a preference though until I've experienced both.

housewarming party invitation ⟡ sent 7/9

[sheening]

A white letter arrives, fine calligraphy on the front, red wax seal (a circle with the imprint of a rose) on its back. The paper itself is the invitation, no envelope to be seen.

To:
Mr. Bobo Del Rey
001-C



{ PARTY THREAD }

Text | un: lushmage

[vintsparkler]

YOU'VE BEEN BLASTED BY THE

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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!

Text; un: smokinbomb

[bakudan_bambino]

YOU'VE BEEN BLASTED BY THE

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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!

*** NO BOMBING BACK

[ooc: no pressure in responding back! This is just for lols]

[vintsparkler]

[theperfectamount]

"Delivery", Dec 31

[rogueinladysclothing]

[Amelia's busy on the final day of the year, which means his gift appears sometime between all of her errands and before she leaves for the Candleglow celebration for the evening. The package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine, is waiting for him in the kitchen. Inside are two bottles of the whiskey she's seen him favor and a black handkerchief with his name stitched into a corner with forest green thread. There's a note with his name written on the outside tucked into the twine.]

Bobo,

As we find our footing with one another again, I gift to you something which marks you as mine: your name on something made with my hands and with colors chosen to tie you to me. If it doesn't suit, I will make another in the colors that do. If it's in need of repairs, bring it to me and I'll see it mended. I don't leave those who are mine without my care, no matter the rubble beneath our feet.

Find also something to steady your hand before I take you out. Before the next month is out, we'll grab weapons and sate ourselves on the streets. Be ready, because I intend we push each other hard that night.

Amelia