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[notleavingquietly]

[ He does not start a bar fight. In fact the only thing he does is finish his coffee. By the time Cyram makes it back he's moved the coffee cup aside and gotten way too aware of his surroundings again, and is vaguely contemplating whether or not he's going to have to start waving paperwork at people, because he is a paranoid asshole, sometimes ( a lot of time, even if Cyram, somehow, squashes the worst of those tendencies).

He frowns faintly at Cyram but does not go back to the overly emotion, deep, discussion. ]

Contemplating just how badly I've lost control of my life and that conversation. Porn seems like a reasonable place to pick it up again.

[hallowing]

I really have that affect on people.

( seriously, it's a superpower. )

Man, they get up to some truly wild shit in Fucktopia, honestly.

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[ He's in the process of getting out of the booth, but stops halfway there. ]

What?

[ It's Duplicity. It's entirely possibly a real thing. He believes it's a real thing. He's not surprised it's a thing. But what the frell is that name? ]

[hallowing]

( he amends with a laugh: )

Duplicity. The Land of Many Fucks. Thus, Fucktopia.

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[ He resumes getting out of the booth, and does so with a faint laugh. ]

Ah. In that case, good. What wildshit is it getting up to now, or just the usual baseline?

[ Was the bathroom weird? ]

[hallowing]

( wait, no, they're on the wrong page. let him clarify: )

I was still talking about the porn. You're fine.

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[ They do such a good job of serious, heavy, deep conversation and then--

this.

He thinks back.]

And porn is where we left off?

[hallowing]

Porn is the subject I seized upon to escape the crushing weight of emotional connection.

( he stabs a cherry in the bottom of his old chi-chi glass with that decorative little umbrella. and chews it. slowly. )

So yes.

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Oh, well in that case: Very good news, we have totally escaped it via total confusion on my end.

[ He settles back, amused at the pair of them. He does, however, apparently really not have power steering when it comes to conversation. ]

I'm not actually a particularly enormous fan of pornography. Of course if I wanted to watch people having sex for most of my life I walk down to the sauna.

[hallowing]

Honestly, I think confusing you might actually be my superpower at this point.

( seriously, he is so good at it, wow. )

Porn is... eh. I mean, it's got its uses. But it's a thriving industry here for obvious reasons. I could probably get a job making it.

[notleavingquietly]

I thought immortality was your superpower.

[ Smartass. Always. Well, okay not always but right now. ]

I will admit that there's an appeal in the ease of meeting quota and getting paid at the same time, but I don't think I like sex nearly enough. What do you do, here? [ It hasn't come up. ]

[hallowing]

As little as I can get away with, honestly.

( which. is not an answer???? )

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[ Not an answer this time doesn't bother him. ]

Once the contract is complete and filed I should have at least one job ready to move. I need to see what actual expenses are here, but after that's established I'll contribute to housing and food costs.

[hallowing]

( he gives the guy an absolutely incredulous look. )

Dude, no. This place is shitty and unfair enough, and I can already guarantee that wherever you're working it will probably undercut the value of whatever you're doing. It's fine. Just... make a donation to the hospital or something if you want to contribute.

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[ He gives that look back. ]

This place is shitty and unfair enough without making me feel like your pet. That [ in case it wasn't clear ] is a matter of pride.

Though I do have other plans to contribute to the hospital here - as soon as I can ensare a doctor....

[hallowing]

( cy curls his fingers elegantly around a shot of fireball, and then tosses it off with practiced ease. )

Fine.

( it's not him giving in. it's him recalibrating his plan of attack. he'll take the money and put it in a trust, because if he ends up disappearing or whatever else happens in this place, at least there'll be money set aside. but that does remind him — )

Make sure you put in the contract that you get half my assets if I go home, and the rights to stay on my property.

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[ He's willing to accept that, at least, and to do so without argument overall.

Though he does frown in confusion. ]

Don't you have another submissive?

[hallowing]

That's why I said half.

( god, crais. get with it. )

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[ He rolls his eyes, because he is an old man and as such is the absolute height of maturity. ]

Yes, of course, I'm sorry for forgetting for a moment that it is not at all possible there would be anyone else here you would be concerned with having your assets.

[hallowing]

( he shrugs slightly, one shoulder ticked up. )

I'm not exactly a people person.

[notleavingquietly]

You have two submissives and an teenager who comes over to decorate your apartment and make you waffles.

[hallowing]

( that actually gets him to laugh. )

Nate's a special case.

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And I am an asshole. [ Which, you know, fair. ] Which leaves me curious about the other submissive. Special, jerk, or something else?

[hallowing]

( how does he even describe aiden? )

He's... like a puppy.

( it's also funny because he's a werewolf, but you know. )

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[ He blinks. ]

You are more ridiculous than I had even begun to realize.

And a people person.