shit taste in dudes. dark-haired, principled, but obviously not you. i'm sure you've seen him on a wanted poster before. did it click yet or do you need more hints
[ There's a long pause, like he's thinking hard. ]
yeah, pity fuck is not quite it. sympathy fuck, maybe, or nostalgia fuck. take your pick
Already giving me a chance at redemption? How noble of you. Though I really do have to ask: is this part of the greater Kremnoan tradition, seeing one's rival unclothed upon their surrender? Whatever the case, I'll gladly accept this new challenge, Mydeimos. This time, I won't be the one seeking refuge behind the mercy of another's cloth.
[ if we look hard enough, there's a heterosexual explanation for this talk about disrobing the other (lies) ]
Pfft. I don't need Sam to watch me in the shower. You can watch me in the shower. Actually you can join me in the shower. I think that would be nice.
I am resting.
An attachment comes through that is just a selfie of Joaquin snuggled up in a hoodie in the hotel bed, blankets pulled up to his chin. There's a goofy smile on his face and his pupils are blown wide with the effects of the medication he was given for the pain.
As much as I have "performed" in front of an audience before, I really prefer not to.
Chicco mio, you are very sweet. Even I can not win all the time, si? But it was with you I had wondered about, how exactly you would rise to the occasion.
for like two weeks :) water main burst in the store last night and the owners are on vacation until Friday so they can't even start repairs until then if i win the lottery in the next couple days I'll take you on vacation too while im off
and are they programmed to emit some mind control frequencies? listen in on all my conversations? zap me the second i contemplate how much i want to dump your body off the red hook pier?
just some of the others from class. i knew you were busy studying and usually go to bed earlier, otherwise we would have asked if you wanted to join us. the fight wasn't really that big a deal.
[ He's far too amused by that desperation in the others' last final "please' text message that he doesn't even bother texting back. It only takes a few minutes to walk across camp, and even then only that long because Halsin had to turn down Karlach's desire to see how far he could throw a fallen log across the forest floor. Soon enough he was lifting the flap to Astarion's tent and stepping inside.
The large elf had already forgone his upper layer, that thick and broad muscled chest all on display as he moved into the tent.]
Well, how could I turn down such a whimpering please?
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