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@JINDRICHZESKALICE
20ish / m / bisexual / 6♤

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My Ideal Partner

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

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

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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What, you don't like surprises?

[Dodger... hasn't slept yet, but he woke up at noon yesterday. He doesn't have anywhere to be, which means his sleep schedule is even worse than usual.]

I'm getting coffee and donuts, and I got some back-up plans in case Viktor's thing doesn't work.

Not sure yet.

[ he gives a laugh. And he’s learned coffee but he’s just going to assume donuts are food. ]

I’m sold, then. Come on over. I guess I won’t bother getting dressed.

Give me about twenty minutes, and don't you dare get dressed.

[He's a little late, but only by a couple minutes. He stops short of Henry's door to knock first, but by the way his breath is still labored when Henry answers, it seems he was teleporting to get here faster.

He's got a drink holder with two black coffees in one hand, a 6-pack of donuts in the other, and a rucksack over his shoulder that he bought in the marketplace at some point. He's also got a split lip that looks a day or two old, but that's probably fine.]

Hey, handsome.

Morning. [ he appreciates that Dodger enters like a normal person for him still, offering him a lazy smile as he stands back. He is indeed in his underwear again. ]

Can I grab somethi- Jesus, Dodger, what happened?

[ he eyes that lip finally.] Have you put anything on that?

Here, take the donuts. I don't want you to spill the coffee and I don't think you can lift my bag.

[He's brushing past the concern at first, but once he's got a free hand he reaches it up to feel his lip. Right, he forgot about that.]

Got caught while I was in the dungeon a few days ago. Guess it's still healing.

[He's still getting injured far less often than he's used to, so his tone is completely level. And his gaze is staying down obviously to Henry's underwear, while he picks a spot to set his bag down near the bed.]

[ He does take the donuts, but raises a brow ] Either it's much heavier than it looks or I should be insulted right now.

[ he turns to find a place to set the donuts down. they look like much sweeter koláče with holes in the middle instead of filling. Interesting...

And Henry doesn't even notice that Dodger is looking him over as he's focused on that lip. Though he got a little 'advice' from someone and he has found himself some modern boxer briefs instead of ... you know, the decidedly unattractive braies he's used to. ]

Ah, the dungeon. That makes sense. If that's the worst you got, that's good then.

I got some more scrapes, but it was worth it.

[Dodger reaches into his bag and pulls out a few chunks of ore - he thinks they're iron, he isn't actually too sure. But they seem to be the main reason he was worried about the weight, and he's moving them... somewhere, to a corner of the room or a flat surface, somewhere Henry is unlikely to stub a toe on them.]

Got you these while I was down there - the House is expecting people to bring them to the blacksmith. But I'd rather give them to a real one.

[And then he moves to the bed, and sits down to take one of the coffees and gesture for Henry to take it.]

And, here. Have you had this yet?

[ Henry perks up at the sight of it. ]

Hey, you got those for me?

[ See there Dodger is doing weirdly sweet things? He's touched he would bring him the goods instead of that hack of blacksmith. Makes him feel a bit of pride in his work too, when people believe in him.

He comes over to take a coffee and sit beside Dodger. ] I've heard of it, but I haven't had any.

[ It seems too hot to drink immediately, so he just kind of...sniffs it. ]

[It's black coffee, but everything here seems to be higher quality than Dodger is used to. So even though he doesn't really have a sense of taste, he's been enjoying the smell of it. All rich and chocolatey and slightly fruity.]

It's bitter, and a little sour. But it'll wake you up. Most people put sugar into it, but you don't try it plain first you're never going to get used to it.

[He takes a sip of his own coffee - temperature doesn't matter and he can't taste it, so he's drinking it like it's water. And after the first sip, he leans his head gently against Henry's shoulder with a contented sigh.]

The rest of what I brought is just for sex. But I figured breakfast was a better way to start things out.

It smells interesting.

[ unlike anything he's really smelled before. He waits a moment and then takes a little sip of it, wincing through the heat of it. Yeah maybe his tongue is a little burnt, it's fine. ]

Oof. Yeah. [ It is indeed bitter and sour, but it's not the worst thing he's ever tasted? he reaches for a donut too. ] And this is a donut.

[ He takes a bite of it and winces again. He was indeed correct in thinking it was sweeter than a koláče. But it's also ... very soft? Kind of pleasant and — oh, the very sweet donut goes well with the bitter coffee. Janosh would be so proud of him right now. ]

I do appreciate a nice breakfast, thanks.

[Dodger's gaze follows the donut, and then locks onto Henry's lips while he's eating - that same look he had while watching Henry eat a burger, utterly enraptured by the sight of him chewing. And, now that Henry's got more experience with Dodger's reactions... this is definitely a sexual thing for him.

It takes him a moment for him to process the gratitude, and he blinks dumbly for a moment longer before answering.]

Yeah. No problem.

[He's just gonna... stuff a whole donut in his mouth.]

[ Henry is just happily munching away on that donut until it kind of clicks that Dodger is really watching him like he did back with the burger.

It's. Well, it's a first. He drops the donut and takes another almost-too-hot but giant swig of the coffee. ]

Anyway, did you take, ah, your potion then?

Not yet.

[His gaze slips back down to the donut, back to Henry's mouth, and he licks his lips.]

I wanted to wait until we were... y'know. In it. I don't know how long it lasts.

[Dodger hesitates, before sitting back up properly. He goes back into his bag to pull a few things out. Two glass vials, one pearlescent white and the other resembling rainbow jelly, and a mason jar of milky white liquid. And, after some extra searching, a metal straw. He points to them in order while he speaks.]

This one is Viktor's potion, this is something I picked up as a back-up in case it doesn't work, and this will make us last longer if we're having fun. The straw's just because those jars are a bitch to drink out of.

Makes sense, I suppose.

[ He nods a little, sipping on his coffee a bit more as he watches Dodger start to unpack things. He has to say it's a little impressive how prepared for this he is. It's also maybe a little strange, but what about Dodger isn't at this point.

There's a little chuckle about the straw. ]

Alright, fair enough. I think you've got everything covered, then.

[Dodger brightens up - he doesn't plan things out very often, but he does like to think of himself as someone who prepares for whatever he might need. And it feels nice to get complimented on it.]

This is serious business, I didn't want to fuck it up.

[Mostly, he's just been very worried about burning Henry. And that's part of the reason for the shower of gifts, it feels very important for this to be an overall good experience even if something happens.]

Just... don't take anything I say too seriously, after I take it. It's... a love potion, technically. So I'll probably act funny.

Of course. This seems... as sensible as it can be.

[ It's all a little strange of course, but he is taking it seriously and he hopes he's showing that. Anyway, Henry has been made to participate in much more absurd things in the past.

Hearing it's some kind of love potion though makes his eyebrows go all the way up. ]

Wait, really? Viktor just- you can do that? [ He shakes his head quickly ] Nevermind, anything is possible here, I'm learning.

Anything is possible. [Dodger confirms.] Between the shit the House makes and what the people here can do with it, we can get anything we want. The only limit's our creativity.

[He's not going to fully explain the Rube Goldberg machine of discoveries that led to this potion - partly because it's a lot of mostly-pointless information, partly because it involves a lot of messy drama that isn't Dodger's to tell (and that he really doesn't want to be involved in), and partly because he likes to keep his crushes separate as much as he can. Which means not talking too much about Esikko, who found the flower Viktor made this out of.]

Finish your coffee, eat another donut. Then you can take me for a spin.

[And he's eating another one too - properly chewing this time, although he still eats like a stray dog.]

I think I'm going to have to start getting a lot more creative.

[ Not that he isn't, this is just a lot of things constantly thrown at him that most of the time he hasn't even had a concept for before now. It's harrowing at times. But he'll appreciate the potential eventually.

he glances at his coffee. ] Yeah, alright.

[ Casting Dodger a quick look, he picks up another donut and eats it ... as normally as he can when he knows he just may be observed during the process. ]

[Dodger focuses at first on drinking his own coffee - really just chugging it, even if it makes his next breath come out visibly hot. But predictably, his attention is drawn back to Henry eating, and he nearly misses when he goes to stick his empty cup on the nightstand.

He is trying very hard to be normal about this, but that effort is doing pretty much nothing. So once again, he's staring at Henry like a hungry dog. He even licks his lips again at one point.]

You look good when you're eating.

[Maybe it'll be less weird if he just addresses it himself. Yes.]

[ He chews carefully, taking a sip or two of coffee in between, like this is the most normal breakfast date he's ever had. ]

Thank you? [ He's not sure what else to say to that, honestly.

Popping the rest of his donut in his mouth, he washes it down with the rest of his coffee. ]

I wasn't going to ask about the staring.

Oh.

[Well, that's embarrassing. He chews his cheek a bit, but figures in that case he should drop it.]

Well, now you know, I guess.

[Dodger stands up, and stretches briefly before shrugging off his jacket, and working on getting his shirt off. It's not quite flashy enough to be called a strip tease, but he does want Henry to watch and appreciate him. Really, he just figures he's been fully dressed for long enough while the younger man is mostly-naked.

The more skin he reveals, the more partly-healed scratches appear. On his arm, his chest, some along his hips, all the same age as his lip injury. It looks a little like he got in a fight with a wild animal.]

[ Henry smiles warmly at that, shaking his head. He just wants to try and keep it light, so he jokes a little. ]

I didn't say you had to cut it out.

[ If he finds Henry's chewing attractive, well. It's not exactly hurting anything outside of being weird. And it's not weird in a way that it turns Henry away. He knows too many weird people, is the moral of the story.

But he puts his hands behind him and leans back to watch Dodger's sort-of show. It's amusing for a minute, but seeing all the scratches and injuries does worry him a bit. He's seen injuries like that all the time, half the time on his own body. The little ones can really sting. ]

Are you sure you're alright? I could make a — well, they probably have some sort of salve you could put on those.

[ He remembers the painkillers Dodger brought to him after the ... last time. ]

[He shrugs.]

I'm fine. I'm already on painkillers.

[He isn't, he's on heroin. But that's pretty much the same thing anyway.

He kicks off his pants, thankfully not revealing any damage on his legs. Today's boxers read pull the lever, win a prize. He leaves them on for now, while he climbs into Henry's lap and seek out a kiss. For now it's brief, giving Henry room after to keep working on his coffee.]

Anyway, it was fun when I got them. That makes it worth it.

[And even if they scar, they'll blend right in with all of the other scars littering his body.]

Alright. If you insist.

[ He isn't sure he wants to pry further. And honestly, enjoying what you did to get the scars is indeed entirely different from getting them while, say, falling off a cliff to an impending demise.

Henry warms up to the kiss, pulling back from it with a lazy little smile. A full cup of caffeine for his very first time may, in fact, have adverse effects. Not that he knows this, but now that Dodger is on his lap, he seems fine with letting what little is left go cold. ]

I'd say I'd be careful, but you wouldn't like that, would you.

[Dodger grins at that, and seeks out another kiss.]

No, I wouldn't. I want you to be a rough as you can manage.

[Idly, while they're kissing, he takes Henry's cup and clumsily moves it to the nightstand. Already forgotten, by the time he sets it down. He's shifting instead to make himself more comfortable, and roll his hips a bit while his lips are straying down to Henry's neck. He's already half-hard from watching the younger man eat, so of course he doesn't even need the potion to be all over him.]

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