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Height 6'0" Body Type muscular Smokes no Drinks yes Drugs ?? Sign ?? Education decent Occupation blacksmith, page Income ?? Children no Pets Pebbles (horse), Mutt (dog) Hobbies alchemy, blacksmithing, playing dice, drinking

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01. WINE OR BEER

either

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

what is this

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what is a ninja

.05 TITS OR ASS

both

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

what is this

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

summer

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

leather

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

either

Personality Type
ENFJ-A - The Protagonist

ENERGY79%
extroverted
MIND54%
intuitive
NATURE58%
feeling
TACTICS76%
judging
IDENTITY54%
assertive

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[ He would relax a bit, feeling that Dodger won't run away, but the question turned to him has him all tensed up again. He feels like a bowstring about to snap. ]

That's not really fair, is it?

[ It isn't fair. It's downright dirty. Or it would be, if Henry had no option of backing out of it, which he does. He just isn't sure he wants to keep pretending he doesn't notice certain things about how Dodger talks to or acts around him. And he doesn't want to go around in circles like this either, especially if he might be drunk enough to be really stupid one of these rounds. ]

It's... Hans. I ... I'm in love with him. [ Duh, Henry. ] But I don't think I could ever tell him that. I also don't want to- I wouldn't want to hurt him, or be untrue.

[ He takes a swig, which is totally not abiding by the rules but whatever. ]

But I really care about you too, Dodger. I wasn't upset when you said that before. Just ... confused?

[He knows Henry is in love with Hans. He's known it since they first met, because Henry talks about him the way Dodger used to talk about Augustine, before his opinion of the man started festering from within. But it still stings to hear it in as many words. He's borrowing time from Hans, and that's assuming Henry actually wants him in the first place.]

I have a boyfriend back home.

[It feels stupid to bring it up. But Henry already knows he's not loyal, he's talked about sleeping around behind Janet's back.]

Jason, is his name. I liked him plenty, but he wasn't... I wasn't that attached. He was just convenient. He was my first boyfriend and it... felt right at the time.

[Anything he felt about Jason has paled in comparison to how he feels about multiple people here, and feels like nothing at all compared to what he feels about Henry.

Dodger's hand moves to scratch at one of his wrists, mostly without his notice.]

I'd break things off if he was here. So it's different, from... you and Hans. But I'm tied down, technically, too. I just... I've never had someone- care about me, and understand me, like you do. But it's- you're waiting on him so it doesn't really- this is stupid. We can just forget it.

A boyfriend. Right.

[ That's like something that goes with "dating". Like a word for a lover. Wild.

Henry shakes his head so as not to get distracted. There are a lot of things about Dodger he still doesn't understand, and his personal relationships is one of them. It's not that he's judging it, he just doesn't really get it.

It is a little different. Especially in that Henry isn't sure he'd ever tell Hans how he felt. He has no idea that it's definitely reciprocated. Which is really dumb of him, but there are a lot of outside factors contributing to his obtuseness.

He leans in slightly, the backs of his fingers resting up against Dodger's jaw. It really is confusing for him, since he just feels this inexplicable need to kiss the man right now. ]

It's not stupid, Dodger. I never even thought that with the potion or anything. I just ... kurva, I don't know, I just wanted you to know that I ... I'm just thinking about a lot, that's all.

[He's very aware of the fingers on his jaw, how close they still are. It has him looking up at Henry, with a look that is almost... pained. Deeply stressed out by how much he wants him, and how sure he is that this isn't going anywhere.]

You want someone else. And I'm... not supposed to get attached like this. So it is stupid.

[But that is an admission, in and of itself. So the game is up.

Hesitantly, Dodger reaches a hand up to run his fingers over the back of Henry's hand. He shifts so they can fully face each other, because he needs to watch Henry's face while he talks.]

The potion... exaggerates things that are already there, I think. The same way my suit does, when it flares. And it's... [he takes a deep breath, that comes out very shaky.] ...I want you. I want to belong to you. And I wanted it a little then, and it keeps... getting bigger, and feeling stupider, because I already knew you were pining after Hans, and it's- I just thought maybe with... the dog tag... I don't know, it's-

[Stupid. That's the only word he can really think to use.]

[ He wants someone he can't have. Even if Hans returned his feelings, back home there is no way they could ever be anything that didn't involve very, very cautious sneaking around. That in itself feels stupid too, even if Henry can feel in his heart he would do it if it was for Hans.

But it's no small thing that he's offered to show up to a magic fight with a sword for Dodger, either. He thinks that's important. Hence his overall confusion. It's not even that the notion of loving more than one person is unspeakable to him — his mother did, after all. But for him, all of this is "wrong" in the eyes of God either way. So he contends with the constant feeling of being condemned to an eternity of torture.

He could tell Dodger he doesn't need to talk about it or explain it if he doesn't want to. After all, he already passed on the question before. But it also feels like shutting it down wouldn't be the right move either, since Dodger seems to want to talk about it now.

He also manages not to look completely surprised that Dodger could already tell he wanted Hans. Wh- ] You did? [ he swallows thickly. ] But I — that's.

...

I didn't make that present for you for no reason at all. I do care about you. Very much so.

I've got eyes and ears, Henry.

[That's all he really needs to say about that. Maybe it isn't obvious to everyone, but Dodger knows what it's like to pine after someone, especially someone you're indebted to. It's exactly why he's always been so quick to pick at things with Hans, undermine him, dismiss him. Why he's not sure how he'd even react if he finally met the man.

But his attention also gets pulled away immediately. Because the dog tag... meant something. Of course it did. And Dodger's skin has started to heat up, his heart is beating a little too fast.]

It's the best present I've ever gotten. [He ventures carefully.] And I thought maybe... it meant you wanted me, too.

[Caring isn't the same thing as wanting, even if the word love feels far too loaded. He cares about his brother, he cares about (some of) his friends, he cared about his boss until relatively recently.]

It's fine if we're just... friends. [It isn't.] I just... I really want to be with you. I care about you, and you're important to me, and I... like how I feel around you. You make me feel like I'm worth something.

[ Henry is. Appalled by this, thinking he's so casual about his feelings for Hans. But it's really, probably not the time to argue it or figure it out.

Part of him knew that Dodger needles him about Hans because of ... feelings. But another part of him was that part that was being deliberately obtuse about all of it. Because he does love Hans. That's his best friend, he'd protect him with his life. He just really doesn't know what to do with Dodger having worked his way into the picture. ]

I don't just fuck all of my friends.

[ Okay so he does fuck some of them, especially here. But there's still a difference than what he has with them and whatever this is with Dodger. He's not that dumb not to see that. ]

And you are worth something, Dodger. I've already told you that.

[ He's worth something to Henry, and he's worth something in general. It's just that Henry doesn't think that Dodger sees that, or is willing to see that without a hard push in the right direction. ]

I think I want both of you. And I don't really understand that, or know if I want to.

[ But even the thought of Dodger lessening his worth to Henry or saying his thoughts and feelings are stupid actually makes him feel really upset. ]

[Dodger's face has started to turn a little red, and he feels like his heart is beating out of his chest. Just from the sheer excitement of Henry's words, at being wanted, properly. He takes a deep breath, and leans forward to press a kiss to Henry's lips.]

Then I'm yours. As long as you want me.

[It's followed by a few more kisses, mostly to his lips, a few to his cheeks. It's more than he'd hoped for, honestly - not just borrowing time from Hans, but a possibility of still having Henry even if the lord shows up. It settles something that's been restless in his chest for a while, without being properly examined.]

If- when, Hans shows up, we'll figure that out. But until then, you've got me, and I'm not leaving.

[ Henry uncurls his fingers so they rest gently against the side of Dodger's face again. He returns the first kiss, but just kind of laughs breathily through the onslaught of kisses that follow.

Does he have any idea what he's doing right now? No. But sometimes that's how Henry deals with things best. For now, he also tries to ignore the sharp feeling of hopelessness that Hans could ever show up here in his chest. He wants it so badly, mind you, it just feels like God has to be able to punish him somehow.

It's fine for now. He feels lighter at the moment, and there is going to be time to figure his feelings out and what to do about it if Hans ever does actually appear.

Once Dodger's attack of kisses is over, he leans in to claim his own. It's a single kiss, long and slow, but he pulls back just enough to speak, with a little lopsided smile on his face. ]

And if I earn my dog back, are you going to be jealous of him?

[ Teasing. But also it's his turn, that's his question. ]

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[It earns a startled laugh out of him. Just because he'd been taking this so seriously, and that... fuck, it's as good a way as any to lighten the mood. He ends up pinching Henry's cheek gently.]

I'll just have to get my dog back, too, so he'll have someone to keep him busy. Then they can both say out of my way.

[Dodger will, most likely, get jealous of Mutt taking Henry's attention away. But he thinks he'd be able to handle it, just like he thinks he'd be able to control the urge to kick Crusher in front of Henry. Time will tell if either of those things work out for him.]

Do you want me to tell people we're together? Or... keep it discreet?

[He isn't sure what he wants himself. He's been perfectly happy calling Henry a friend, to everyone else, although he doesn't think he's fooling anyone. It just seems dangerous to be open about such a close attachment.]

[ Henry couldn't help himself. He's just got ten thousand thoughts swimming through his head all at once, and that's the one that surfaced. Perhaps he needed to break the tension just a little bit.

He laughs, ducking his face out of the way of that pinch. ]

Fine by me. Mutt would love a friend.

[ He would also try to follow Henry everywhere. So there is that.

As for the next question, he pauses a moment, letting his hand smooth upward and into Dodger's hair a bit. If Dodger's ... acquaintances really are as dangerous as he says, he doesn't want to be a liability or something they can exploit. Even though he hates that thought and it makes him feel like a helpless maiden. ]

Probably best to keep it quiet, don't you think? I won't be used against you, I refuse.

[Dodger lets out a sigh of relief. The same as Henry getting used to Dodger leaving after sex so quickly, it's just... very nice not having to justify himself.]

Yeah. I mean I think... I think Rin already figured it out. But I'd rather not shout it from the rooftops.

[He does want to tell a few people. Viktor and Jayce, more than anyone. Unfortunately, his best friend Chobe is probably the last person he'd tell, just because Chobe is actually dangerous. And even if Toma was just having a suit flare when he flipped out about Chobe and Esikko being an item, Dodger can't entirely shake the idea that the information would make its way to the prince.]

Those fire-proofing potions would probably help you fight Bloemrose's boyfriend, Dabi. So there's that. If I figure out something that would help you against the other people I'm worried about, I'll let you know.

Hm. [ He almost says that Viktor definitely said something about them being together, but decides not to. He'd had it figured out before Henry, so that's ... fine. ]

Right. That's probably for the best.

[ Not to mention, announcing it in Henry's time is basically telling everyone you're going to get hitched. At least when it's a man and a woman. So it feels a bit strange to him, especially when he is struggling with strong feelings for two separate people.

The next part gets his attention, though. ]

Oh? You might have mentioned that earlier. [ and Henry would have gone marching right off into battle immediately.... ] That's good, though. Maybe I can help you after all.

That doesn't mean you should go fight him on purpose.

[Dodger sneaks another kiss to Henry's cheek, just because he can, before he goes searching through his Watch. And after a bit of rooting, he finds a picture of Dabi to show him. Like with a lot of Dodger's photos, it looks like Dabi didn't know he was around when it was taken.]

This is him - easy to recognize, with all the stitches. He's a firestarter like me. But my best friend's had trouble fighting him off, and I can just barely keep up with Chobe, so don't go after him without a good reason. Or I'll kick your ass.

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[ Henry makes a face at the picture because ... ouch. Sorry to Dabi, but that is definitely a look. In Henry's world, he probably would not even be alive. But his unique appearance will make him easier to remember. Though his lip curls in a bit of a snarl, Henry will do his best to behave himself. ]

I think I have plenty good reason. But I won't.

[That snarl warms something in Dodger. It just feels nice to have a boyfriend (!!!) willing to get himself killed over something that Dodger kind of still feels is his own fault. He's never had to be the reasonable one before, it's a welcome change of pace.]

If he steps to me, I'll call you. Until then, I don't want either of us getting dragged back into Esikko's shit, alright? Chobe and his brother called a truce with them so they wouldn't keep getting hurt and those two are immortal.

[Or close enough. He knows how to kill them (Chobe at least) but he certainly isn't going to tell anyone, even Henry.

Dodger takes another drink of his liquor, before setting the bottle aside.]

...I feel a lot better, actually. Like... a weight's been lifted. But we can keep playing if you want.

[ Henry might have tunnel vision, but he still feels his moral compass is mostly functional. What these men have done, are doing, can't be anything but fucked up.

Unfortunately it is also very fucked up that they can just use some kind of sorcery to toss Henry aside like rubbish. ]

Alright. I won't do anything. And I won't give them more reasons to do anything to you, either.

[ That's more important than bringing his sword to a magic show. So with a small sigh, he settles again, sneaking an arm around Dodger. ]

Only if you want to. Once I'm drunk though don't expect anything coherent probably.

[Dodger settles against Henry easily, and presses another kiss to his lips before resting his head against Henry's shoulder.]

I've got another bottle to go before I get drunk, I think.

[But he's not feeling the overwhelming urge to escape his mind, like he was before. He actually wants to savor the moment.]

It's your turn.

[ Henry has taken small enough sips, and answered enough questions, that he only feels the buzz of the alcohol. He's still mostly got his wits about him, and doesn't feel like singing or going on quests or finding talking dogs. Probably for the best. ]

My turn? Huh.

[ Well they answered some pretty big questions. He thinks for a moment. ]

What's your favorite food? Have I tried it yet?

[He hums a bit while he thinks.]

Pork lo mein, or... Singapore noodles. I don't think I've shown you them, at least.

[It's hard to have very strong opinions about food when he can't really taste them. But he likes the texture of Chinese food, and the way it smells.]

That scar on your back - what's it from?

[It hasn't escaped his notice that for as rough-and-tumble as Henry is, he doesn't have that many major scars. So there must be stories behind the ones that are there, just like the single bullet-scar Dodger's got above his hip.]

Nope. Haven't had them.

[ But he files the information away so he can try it. "lo mein" and "Singapore" both mean nothing to him at this moment. ]

Bit of a long story, that. But we were on a diplomatic mission. While Hans and I were bathing in the river, our camp was attacked. No one survived. [ his expression hardens a bit, he still mourns those lads... ]

Then the bastards that did it started trying to go after some women that were nearby. We were in nothing but our braies and I can't swim, Hans tried to stop me, but ... I grabbed their attention and ... we ran. Got an arrow to the back for my trouble, and that was the least of my problems that night.

[Dodger's expression softens sympathetically while he listens. And by the end of the story, he leans up to press another kiss to Henry's cheek.]

You're a real hero.

[Something that Dodger has started actually appreciating in others, after years of looking down on selfless people. If they'd met sooner, if Dodger heard this story earlier, he might have called Henry an idiot for risking his life over strangers.]

...Dangerous, though, not knowing how to swim. I bet the university's got classes for that.

[Dodger has his own issues - he can swim, but his memory-bleeds get worse around large bodies of water. So he tries to avoid them anyway, and he probably wouldn't be a good teacher.]

[ The kiss brings a little smile to his face, even if he huffs softly at the words. ]

Well, see where it got me. It was the right thing to do, though.

[ Hans had already given him more than earful about how idiotic that was. He shakes his head. ]

I avoid deep bodies of water whenever I can. "Swimming" naked with an arrow stuck out of my shoulder was quite enough for me.

[ There is definitely some residual trauma from the incident. ]

Is there anything you miss about, what was it- Boston?

[Dodger has to think about that. There's a few different directions he could take the question. Deliveries from the Chinatown bakeries, or the girls at the local strip club. Drinking with his coworkers, or keeping up with his daughter from afar. Maybe working for Augustine, or... maybe he just misses not thinking very hard about what Augustine had him doing.]

Nothing worth leaving here for.

[He hesitates.]

I didn't talk to people much. I had food delivered to my apartment, and I didn't leave the house much except to work. People saw my scars, or my powers, and... it scared them off. And the people I worked with- I didn't want to give them anything to judge me on. So... I didn't have friends, I didn't have hobbies, I didn't have a real life. I was Augustine's dog, and that's all I was. I went where he said, did what he said, hurt or killed whoever he told me to, and then went home and slept long enough to handle doing it again. Or to patch up the bruises if Augustine decided I wasn't doing a good enough job.

Mm.

[ Henry listens, eventually giving a nod, though he pulls Dodger in (or rather it's more like it pulls himself to Dodger) to kiss him against the temple. ]

I'm sorry to hear it. But then, I'm glad...you've gotten away from all that.

[ It sounds awful, and that's even before all the stigma of having powers, which Henry can't really comprehend anyway. He also thinks maybe he should think of better questions. Asking Dodger things about his home always gets sad. ]

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