if that satisfies your curiosity much. & something to talk about. but in person. which i suppose could be over a drink. in the middle of the goddamn fuckng afternoon. hell fucking yes.
[ And he cuts his feed short to resume on his nightly activities. Though, the next day, he makes his way to her bar as instructed, dressed in a custom made coat and keeping it zipped to the highest it could possibly go. It seems like he's wearing a black hat today instead of the typical gray one.
He has in his hand a canvas bag and holds it at the handles.
Unlike his entrance before, he enters and actually waits for her at the entrance. ]
[Damn that is a nice coat. Bryn's going to have to get the name of his tailor because it doesn't look like anything the locals make.
Noting that he's not heading in any further than the doorway, Bryn crosses the room to greet him. She's not wearing anything particularly fancy. A pair of fitted trousers, knee-high boots zipped over them, a long tunic shirt with a high, open collar, and well, yes, a rather thick jacket that's helping to keep her warm.]
Welcome back. [Her eyes flick down to the bag, then back up to him.] Feel like grabbing a table down here or do you prefer somewhere quieter?
Yeah? What would have happened if one of us was a minute late? Or more?
[She tilts her head toward the stairs and starts toward them, deciding to take him up to her office so for five minutes or however long, she doesn't have to worry about watching over the downstairs lunch rush.]
[ He follows, taking in the surroundings of the new environment, then pauses, allowing her to enter her office first— at least, that is where he thinks they are going. ]
We don't talk about being late.
[ Seriously. What was with this guy and time management. ]
[We don't talk about being late. We don't talk about fight club--or at least they definitely would make a point not to if Bryn had ever seen the movie. Or any movie.]
Alright, so we don't talk about being late. What do we talk about instead?
[The office looks...somewhat office-y. It's a decently sized room. There's a desk off in one corner near a wide window, currently covered by thick curtains. The desk has more than a few papers strewn over it, a tall chair behind it, and two in front.
However the office also seems to double as living space, of sorts. There's a wide comfortable couch closer to the entrance, a couple of matching cabinets on opposite walls, and a little coffee table with what seems to be a couple dirty dishes.
Oh. And there's also a giant, pony-sized lynx-golem of white marble curled up on a giant cat bed against the wall across from the couch. It looks up at Bryn as they enter, and its ear flicks as it watches Bro enter after her.]
[ Of course, Bro's attention goes to the other living object in the room. He takes notice of it, analyzes it, gathers information about it, and chooses to not comment on it. That's what he usually does.
His gaze bounces briefly over the rest of the environment, then he puts his gaze on Bryn. ]
[This once, Bryn doesn't care about the lack of reaction. The golem is protective, but well tuned to Bryn's mood. Bryn doesn't view Bro as a threat, so neither does the golem. Eventually it lowers its head back down to give the illusion of resting.]
Mm, yes and no? I mean, I've stayed over more than a few nights since opening. Part of why I made it cozy. [There were other reasons but she doesn't go into those conveniences.]
Still sleep most nights back at my suite. When it's not too damned cold to go back anyway. Grab a seat where you like?
[ And he will! As friendly as he is once you get over how vague and crude he is, he really isn't a gentleman. Nope. Plopping right there on the sofa and his feet on the coffee table. Again, he's sinking backwards into its cushions. He holds his bag on his lap, taking a moment in silence and tipping his head back. ]
[Bryn props herself against the desk for half a second before reaching down to pat the golem's head. Then she turns one of the chairs around, plops down in it herself, and crosses a leg over the other.]
[ Right. The thing he wanted to give her. He'll talk about the thing he wants to talk about later. For now, his attention perks and he adjusts his posture. Pulling out of the bag is a weird looking item with a protruding nose and an over exaggerated, rounded ass.
Yeah, who saw this one coming? It's a basic red Smuppet, and it looks more sexual than he means for it to be.
Just take it as an act of kindness or a novelty gag, honestly. The dude seems thrilled to present it to her. ]
Yeah. You've been the most fuckin' helpful, so I made you a thing.
[ Bizarre stuffed toy with a phallic shaped nose? That equals friendship in Bro-language. So congratulations? ]
[Bryn leans forward with curiosity when he reaches a hand into the bag. What he pulls out is...so entirely foreign to her.
Except she recognizes that it has a rather...noticeable sort of ass. Which makes her notice the nose as well. She takes it when offered, turns it over in her hands, a hesitant smile on her face (the gift is sweet! she's happy to get it! if only she knew what it was??)...and then she looks up again and asks:]
[ Man, he likes the way you think sometimes. Bro side smirks. ]
Naw, man. Those kind are in the process of being made, but— work the shaft a bit—
[ Of course he's going to say shaft— she was the one who started talking dirty first at him. Bro does reach over and stroke the body of the Smuppet, squeezing a few times and working his way down to its ass and then—
SQUEAK. ]
Yeah.
[ Your own squeaking Smuppet. He seems so proud. ]
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There something you need or do I have to wait until tomorrow to find out why you're dropping by?
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dont require anything else sides yourself.
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But I'll be there.
[And all too curious.]
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SHIT WILL HAPEN WHEN IT HAPENS.
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Do I need to reinforce one of the rooms?
Maybe call for witnesses?
Or clear the bar entirely?
Does this thing involve strong drinks?
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all of the above.
[ joking, of course. ]
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HAVE A THIGN.
for you.
if that satisfies your curiosity much.
& something to talk about.
but in person.
which i suppose could be over a drink.
in the middle of the goddamn fuckng afternoon.
hell fucking yes.
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But yes, I'll see you at one. For drinks. In the the middle of the blighting afternoon because that's how we do things at the Brazen Turtle.
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see you then.
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Though, the next day, he makes his way to her bar as instructed, dressed in a custom made coat and keeping it zipped to the highest it could possibly go. It seems like he's wearing a black hat today instead of the typical gray one.
He has in his hand a canvas bag and holds it at the handles.
Unlike his entrance before, he enters and actually waits for her at the entrance. ]
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Noting that he's not heading in any further than the doorway, Bryn crosses the room to greet him. She's not wearing anything particularly fancy. A pair of fitted trousers, knee-high boots zipped over them, a long tunic shirt with a high, open collar, and well, yes, a rather thick jacket that's helping to keep her warm.]
Welcome back. [Her eyes flick down to the bag, then back up to him.] Feel like grabbing a table down here or do you prefer somewhere quieter?
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Bro is the president and founder of that club— how's it going.
Last time he remembers Texas it was showering fiery hot meteors so it was well over 100 degrees and then some. ]
Up to you.
We're on time.
That's all that matters.
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Yeah? What would have happened if one of us was a minute late? Or more?
[She tilts her head toward the stairs and starts toward them, deciding to take him up to her office so for five minutes or however long, she doesn't have to worry about watching over the downstairs lunch rush.]
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[ No shit, Bro. ]
That ain't good.
[ He follows, taking in the surroundings of the new environment, then pauses, allowing her to enter her office first— at least, that is where he thinks they are going. ]
We don't talk about being late.
[ Seriously. What was with this guy and time management. ]
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Alright, so we don't talk about being late. What do we talk about instead?
[The office looks...somewhat office-y. It's a decently sized room. There's a desk off in one corner near a wide window, currently covered by thick curtains. The desk has more than a few papers strewn over it, a tall chair behind it, and two in front.
However the office also seems to double as living space, of sorts. There's a wide comfortable couch closer to the entrance, a couple of matching cabinets on opposite walls, and a little coffee table with what seems to be a couple dirty dishes.
Oh. And there's also a giant, pony-sized lynx-golem of white marble curled up on a giant cat bed against the wall across from the couch. It looks up at Bryn as they enter, and its ear flicks as it watches Bro enter after her.]
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His gaze bounces briefly over the rest of the environment, then he puts his gaze on Bryn. ]
You live here.
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Mm, yes and no? I mean, I've stayed over more than a few nights since opening. Part of why I made it cozy. [There were other reasons but she doesn't go into those conveniences.]
Still sleep most nights back at my suite. When it's not too damned cold to go back anyway. Grab a seat where you like?
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[ And he will! As friendly as he is once you get over how vague and crude he is, he really isn't a gentleman. Nope.
Plopping right there on the sofa and his feet on the coffee table. Again, he's sinking backwards into its cushions. He holds his bag on his lap, taking a moment in silence and tipping his head back. ]
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So what's in the bag?
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Pulling out of the bag is a weird looking item with a protruding nose and an over exaggerated, rounded ass.
Yeah, who saw this one coming? It's a basic red Smuppet, and it looks more sexual than he means for it to be.
Just take it as an act of kindness or a novelty gag, honestly.
The dude seems thrilled to present it to her. ]
Yeah.
You've been the most fuckin' helpful, so I made you a thing.
[ Bizarre stuffed toy with a phallic shaped nose? That equals friendship in Bro-language. So congratulations? ]
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Except she recognizes that it has a rather...noticeable sort of ass. Which makes her notice the nose as well. She takes it when offered, turns it over in her hands, a hesitant smile on her face (the gift is sweet! she's happy to get it! if only she knew what it was??)...and then she looks up again and asks:]
Does it vibrate or something?
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Naw, man. Those kind are in the process of being made, but—
work the shaft a bit—
[ Of course he's going to say shaft— she was the one who started talking dirty first at him. Bro does reach over and stroke the body of the Smuppet, squeezing a few times and working his way down to its ass and then—
SQUEAK. ]
Yeah.
[ Your own squeaking Smuppet.
He seems so proud. ]
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Oh deities he's working the shaft. He's stroking the Smuppet and squeezing it and--oh! It just squeaked.
He squeezed it and it squeaked and Bryn's eyes widened further with a startled laugh.]
Oh my--it just--
[She covers her mouth, looking up at him, and then down at it again. It's somehow adorable and sort of lewd looking all at once and it squeaks.]
That's amazing.
[She has no idea what it is beyond being one of a kind but it got a grin on her face and that is more than enough.]
What do you call it?
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