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. ]
[ Success! People still think they're cute— in a novelty sort of way. Either that or they just.. got some kind of thrill out of them. Bro puts on a pretty big grin. ]
Call'm Smuppets. I made a big buck off'a them back home. Made'm in all kinda of materials and had them do all sorts of shit.
[ Bro pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, then folds his fingers together, pushing them inward and cracking his knuckles. ]
Made this leather jacket. But I specialize in whatever the fuck people like. You know. Really like. Exciting things.
[ His brow lifts at her next comment. ]
Kigurumis are so fucking cute. Like— fuck. Nothin' is cuter than a couple of peeps in some kigu action going on. Basically a onesie— one big article of clothing with a hood that resembles an animal, sometimes having a tail. Pawfeets, ears— the works.
[ Yeah. He's already thought of that. She'd probably look hella cute as a little fox or raccoon or something. At her next question, though, he strokes his chin, brushing over the little goatee he has there. ]
Whatever can get me money. Yeah, sure.
[ We don't talk about how he's been robbing people for their materials with his flash stepping. ]
[ Bro stares at her for the longest time, keeping his lips in a thin line before he reaches up and unzips the jacket— slowly... tastefully... Okay, Bro. Stop. You're not performing like in all those porno videos that feature you in them.
He yanks the zipper down the last 4th of the way and sheds it off. The guy is wearing his polo shirt underneath.
He hands it over without a word.
Leather on the outside, but something fleecy on the inside. It's really toasty feeling. ]
[Bryn tries to get what that look on his face is about. Did she make him uncomfortable? It's a personal garment yes so she didn't think she overstepped but maybe she was wrong?
She takes the coat when offered, handling it carefully, and slips her arms through the sleeves. It's still warm, and all kinds of cozy with the soft fabric inside.
Her fingers run over the cuffs as she looks it over, and then she flashes him a wide smile.]
Oh yeah, definitely going to need one or two if this weather keeps up.
Sweet. I have some spare materials for this, but I'll have to take your measurements. Don't have my measuring tape in my sylladex right now, so you'll have to get with me later about this.
Maybe after your shift.
[ Bro seems to lounge a little, almost lying his upper body down against the arm rest of the sofa. He even removes his cap and rakes his finger through his hair. The shades stay on. ]
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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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Call'm Smuppets.
I made a big buck off'a them back home.
Made'm in all kinda of materials and had them do all sorts of shit.
Though they're just one of the many items I make.
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[Huh! Bryn tilts her head at it a moment before giving the ass an experimental squeeze.]
What else do you make then? Are you going to try and do the same here?
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Plushes, gag gifts, clothing, coughvibrators, kigurumis, body pillows...
[ He scratches the bridge of his nose. ]
...
Leather... accessories.
[ You know. ]
jfkdlsa that icon
Leather accessories.
She grins.]
What kinds of leather accessories? And you'll have to tell me what kigurumis are because I definitely haven't heard of them before...
basically
Made this leather jacket.
But I specialize in whatever the fuck people like.
You know.
Really like.
Exciting things.
[ His brow lifts at her next comment. ]
Kigurumis are so fucking cute. Like— fuck. Nothin' is cuter than a couple of peeps in some kigu action going on.
Basically a onesie— one big article of clothing with a hood that resembles an animal, sometimes having a tail. Pawfeets, ears— the works.
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What's the purpose of them though? I mean, you wear them and then what? Look like an animal or something? Are they for kids?
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Teens seem to be liking them lately.
They're cozy to sleep in too— usually make mine out of primarily fleece.
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[She's already bitty. She'd look fucking adorable in one even if she doesn't know it.
The leather jacket gets a closer look however, and her smile widens.]
Taking commissions for coats yet?
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At her next question, though, he strokes his chin, brushing over the little goatee he has there. ]
Whatever can get me money.
Yeah, sure.
[ We don't talk about how he's been robbing people for their materials with his flash stepping. ]
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That's no problem. I'll get a sketch to you sometime this week.
[She looks over the coat again, and curiosity getting the better of her asks:]
Mind if I try it on?
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Okay, Bro. Stop. You're not performing like in all those porno videos that feature you in them.
He yanks the zipper down the last 4th of the way and sheds it off.
The guy is wearing his polo shirt underneath.
He hands it over without a word.
Leather on the outside, but something fleecy on the inside. It's really toasty feeling. ]
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She takes the coat when offered, handling it carefully, and slips her arms through the sleeves. It's still warm, and all kinds of cozy with the soft fabric inside.
Her fingers run over the cuffs as she looks it over, and then she flashes him a wide smile.]
Oh yeah, definitely going to need one or two if this weather keeps up.
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I have some spare materials for this, but I'll have to take your measurements. Don't have my measuring tape in my sylladex right now, so you'll have to get with me later about this.
Maybe after your shift.
[ Bro seems to lounge a little, almost lying his upper body down against the arm rest of the sofa. He even removes his cap and rakes his finger through his hair.
The shades stay on. ]
It'll cost you though.
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