bakerstreet | age play meme

age play meme

It's time for you to act your age.

It's been decided decided that youth is wasted on the young, so lucky inhabitants will be indulged in a bit of age play. As the name suggests, this means one partner is treated as a difference age than they actually are. Usually, this comes with the implication of their being an "age gap."

Today, the luckier will find that they're roleplaying these scenarios with another person, all with a...decidedly sexual tinge. Of course, there may be an actual age difference, but everyone is of age and this is all pretend. As for others? Well, they may find themselves a bit more involved. For them, all this is real. This might be a mental thing, or the powers that be may be a bit more creative and tinker with physical ages. It all depends on how good you are. But what about the kids who are already- er- kids? They'll stay as they are, and get paired with an older partner. Sounds great, doesn't it?

So bust out the teenage angst or the frilly dresses and bows, and play nice. Remember: always bring an adult.

INSTRUCTIONS
1. Post with your characters, including what role you'd like your character to play (older/younger) and your preferences (no one under ____, no number 2, roleplay only, etc).
2. Tag around, either choosing options at random or using some kind of RNG.
3. Don't be naughty~. Or do.

OPTIONS
1. All of this is roleplay. You're acting a part.
2. This is real. You're actually living this.

(possible) SCENARIOS
1. PARENT & CHILD: So, have you been bad? You know what happens to bad kids...
2. OLDER SIBLING & YOUNGER SIBLING: If the parents aren't in the picture, someone has to take care of business.
3. OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP: Keepin' it in the family.
4. TEACHER & STUDENT: Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me...at least not during schools hours.
5. DOCTOR & PATIENT: An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless you want to play.
6. CUSTOMER & STRIPPER/DANCER/HOOKER: Older people have the money, younger people need the money. Surely something can be worked out.
7. JAILBAIT: One of you better watch out, because this is trouble with a capital T.
8. THE BABYSITTER: ...you've seen the porn. I don't have to describe this.
9. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURES: If you don't see something you want, make it up.

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Wufei stared down at the child in surprise, his eyes wide. While there wasn't any mistaking those eyes, he wasn't quite sure he was believing his own. And since even if Duo had secretly gotten himself cloned, he'd never have let a child get in that condition, it just had to be him.

"What the hell happened to you?" he blurted out.

"Nothin'!" It's defensive, immediately, ready to scrap with Wufei if he wanted to bicker with him about it. He still doesn't open the door any further than he already has, adjusting to give Wufei a good look up and down. He isn't really sure how he ended up in this house, but the place was pretty swanky and he wasn't about to give up his place in there without a fight.

"You didn't answer my question!"

Wufei's uniform was clean and crisp, nothing to suggest that he needed to try and take an abandoned house from a child. He fixed him with an annoyed look. "I was sent to find out why you didn't show up for work or answer the damn phone, but I think that's obvious now. And the last I saw, you weren't supposed to be a child, Duo."

"What the hell're you talkin' about, work?" Duo's one visible eye narrows, the strange color of them fixed on Wufei and edgy, ready to either fight or run, depending on what this guy's next reaction was. His eyes dart past him, for a moment, making sure he doesn't have reinforcements, shifting on twiggy legs that could probably dash rather quickly, if they needed to.

"Someone sellin'ya the good stuff or somethin'?"

He muttered a few choice words in Mandarin. Great, he'd obviously lost his memory along with his age. Wufei reached back for his wallet, pulling out the small photo he didn't admit to carrying, turning it to Duo. The five of them, braided idiot in front. "I don't know what's going on, but you are supposed to be nineteen, not six."

Well, he might have paid attention to that photo if his cheeks hadn't puffed out in insult, near bristling at being told he was six. He might be a lot of things - but he certainly wasn't six, or too dumb to know how old he was!!! The little wild haired child pulls the door open, as if showing his scrawny body in an over sized shirt might prove Wufei wrong, glaring at him down his nose.

"I'm not six!" And then there slammed the door, and locks snapping in to place.

Sorry Duo, you looked six. Wufei growled at the door locking, heading to his car to grab his lock picks. Who knew he'd be using the picking skills he'd learned from Duo to break into his house.

Getting to the door again, he knelt down in front of it to work on the lock, a knee extended to keep the door from being slammed into his face. "Fine, then how old are you?"

"Stop tryin'ta pick my door!" It's hard to sound forceful when his voice is still underdeveloped and squeaky - so he'll kick the door instead, evidently standing on the other side. He'd never admit that he looked younger than he actually was, and admitting that his height was less than he desired thanks to not eating (though, that hadn't been a problem in this house, he'd managed to figure out just how long everything in the pantry and fridge could last him if he rationed it already). He fights with his fight or flight instinct, which was currently telling him to run -

"Eight!" He thinks. He might be nine, who knew.

"Either you're Duo and therefore in some trouble because you're supposed to be an adult, or a squatter in my friend's house," Wufei said mildly, hearing the lock click. There were usually more than one, but the others were hidden. If Duo didn't remember himself, he wouldn't know how to set them. So there was nothing stopping him from twisting the knob and pulling it from its slot so Duo couldn't just relock the door while he stood up to pull it open enough to slip through. "Either way, I'm coming in."

"I am Duo! 'm savin' this place for Solo! It's mine fair and square!" But he's still bolting, having run in to one too many agents that would arrest kids like him and take them to some kind of orphan home to stand there and wait for the intruder on his new base to find him and take him so easily. He takes refuge in a slotted cabinet, slipping inside easily, and choosing it so he could have a view of Wufei and where he was moving.

"An' I wouldn't be friends with no suit like you!"

Stepping inside and closing the door behind himself, Wufei set the upper locks so Duo couldn't get out before they got this sorted out.

"Property rights don't work like that, Duo," he said, deliberately stopping where he'd be visible. Wufei knew how Duo got when he was feeling threatened and unarmed. Obviously, he'd learned the habits young. Slowly and deliberately, he removed his gun from where it'd been tucked against his back, removing the clip and dry firing it once to show the chamber was empty. He set both down on the counter before stepping away from them. "Do you know where you are?"

He had no idea, when he thought about it - but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Wufei that. He wasn't as edgy, with the gun gone from the equation, but that didn't mean he was going to be chatty and give away where he was. He positions his mouth as close to the door as possible, throwing his voice around the otherwise quiet house effectively enough that it wouldn't be too easy to establish where, exactly, he was.

Duo could squat in a cabinet forever, if he had to. "Doesn't matter, 's mine now."

"I won't take it from you," Wufei said, turning to try and track the voice. There were only so many places a child could hide, right? "Will you look at something if I hold it out?"

"Depends on what it is.." Hedging, probably used to people saying things like that and then showing him things that weren't really suited for children his age. He watches Wufei like a hawk from his spot, coiled and quiet, ready to attack him if he had to. How wasn't important - and neither was his size - he was a scrapper, and he could handle himself against an adult man if he needed to.

Or at least that's what he was telling himself.

"Just a photograph, of some people decently dressed," Wufei said, taking a guess at what a street kid might be worried about seeing. He picked up the bigger print of the same one he carried with him from the top of a cabinet. It'd be easier to see from a distance.

"Why d'you keep showin' me that dumb thing?" he could clearly make out what he guessed was him - what other kid would be a long haired person that far up front, close to the camera with a goofy look on his face? One other was clearly the man in front of him, but he still failed to see where he could have met such a man in his life. Guys like him didn't show up to L2 for any good reason.

"I doubt you exactly looked at it closely the first time since you were busy slamming the door in my face," Wufei said dryly. "Duo Maxwell, from L2, born AC 180 by best estimate. Ring any bells?"

Between the direction of voice and possible hiding locations, he was able to pin down the kid's hiding place and turned to face it directly, taking two steps closer and stopping, just so Duo could see better. And could see that the him in the picture was not eight years old.

That definitely shuts him up, at least for a little while. "Maxwell" doesn't ring a bell, in anything other than a place he knew took in orphans from time to time and tried to reform them in to good little Catholic kids. He looks at the picture again, debating responding since the other man had clearly 'found' him. So he presses back as far as he can without moving some of the things there and making noise, a definite give away of where he was, even if Wufei was already facing him.

... Silence is enough confirmation, right?

"If you come out, I'll cook something for you," Wufei said, trying to coax him out of the hiding place. "That's all. I won't even touch you or anything you're wearing. And I can tell you where on earth this house is."

Here fishy fishy.

Duo's stomach growls, softly, at the mention of food. Of course, that always seemed to happen, considering, and though he wasn't really the type of kid to come out very easily, typically, he might think about it for food. He shifts on his feet, debating his options, still squatted in the little cabinet, all wild eyes and long, untamed hair down to the middle of his thin, boney back.

... And yet fear pins him, so he wasn't coming out for just that. At least, not at the moment.

Wufei shook his head with a sigh. "I'll cook anyway. It'll be out here when you're ready," he said, turning to the fridge to see what Duo had that he could whip up. Probably something simple and easy to eat, with how skinny Duo had looked. He needed all the nutrition he could get, obviously.

Duo waits out Wufei's cooking process, holding himself back from coming out and taking a seat at the table to wait for his hot meal. His mouth waters at the smells, even more so when he sees the other man cooking, knowing that the plate was specifically for him. It didn't matter what was in it - whether it tasted good or not, whether he liked it or not - it was food, and fresh food, and he couldn't really afford to be picky. Who knew when his next meal might be, depending on how this encounter went.

The finished plate sits on the table, steaming, for a good ten minutes, as Duo tries to establish what Wufei would be doing now. It would seem that task would be dishes, and when he thinks Wufei is good and immersed, the well trained by time and experience thief will slip out of his hiding place, crawling up in the kitchen chair, crossing his legs under himself. Much like an animal he brings his food into his lap, body curled over the food as a barrier, quietly beginning to shovel mass amounts of food in to his mouth, eyes nervously glued to Wufei as he eats.

The faint noise of utensils on plates would be a dead give away but... trying to prevent that would be too time consuming for a child focused on shoveling as much food in to his mouth as he could, at the moment.

"I won't take it from you, you know," Wufei said without looking away from his task. He started drying, taking his time. "Eating too much too fast will make your stomach hurt." He rather doubted that Duo had much experience with 'too much.'

"'m not stupid." He shoots back, near growling it through his food. He's eaten himself sick a few times, as a younger child when they came upon a 'jackpot' of bread, or things like it - though being a champion about not throwing it all back up probably wasn't something others learned to be proud about.

"I know. If you were, I wouldn't have bothered coming," Wufei said with a snort. Finishing his chore, he turned around and folded his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the counter. He'd be trying to get a few more good meals into Duo later too. Wufei did not like how skinny he was. "It's Wufei, by the way."

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