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[notleavingquietly]

[ He isn't sure what to do with that. It's -- That's a big damn tell from Cyram and on that level he isn't surprised.

But that kind of kindness directed at him? He does not understand it at all. All he can really do is follow directions and let that be enough. ]

All right. I should be able to be relatively self-supporting fairly quickly, I think. Though I am going to need you to put me somewhere to begin with -- and I enjoy talking with you, too.

[hallowing]

( he rolls one shoulder back as if stretching out the muscle, palm braced against it. even though he heals from everything, every once in a while the body remembers pain. )

I don't want to talk about logistics. Draft up a contract and I'll sign it.

( he may not have known crais for long, but he's well aware the man would be painfully fair about it, so he's not exactly worried about having his resources being taken advantage of.

he'll probably have to get a real job, though. maybe he'll build fucking machines for the city or something, it's not like he doesn't know how. that engineering degree isn't exactly fake. )

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[ Given that his immediate thought is Beck and his research, maybe they'll even end up working together. He's hesitant and thrown not used to either. ]

I'll take care of it. Now, where's that drink?

[hallowing]

( hands tucked in his pockets, he makes a 'come on' gesture with a jerk of his head. he's rocking that casual slouchy life, the grace and ease he moves with replaced by something rather more sedate. )

What would you look for in a sub? If you were a dom here.

( hey, color him curious. )

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[ He falls into walking beside Cyram, looking at the ground for a few steps as he processes that information.

He makes a low noise, almost a laugh but pretty wry.]

The same thing I would look for in a dominant: someone I could control, or someone I could trust. Ideally there would be other factors - like enjoying them and their company - but the first requirement would have to be not feeling threatened by them.

[hallowing]

( his mouth quirks up. )

So you think you can control me, huh?

( he knows that's not it. but he's choosing to joke about it instead. )

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[ He laughs, soft and, oddly for him, warm. ]

No, but I do think you heard me when I said I'd take an awful lot of damage to make someone else suffer.

[ Also making light, and mostly joking. ]

You have made me want to do things, without forcing me to do anything. That's trustworthy [ Though not to the point of stupidity, of course. ]

[hallowing]

Awh shucks, darlin', you're gonna make me blush.

( god, ain't that sweet southron accent just about the darndest thing you ever did hear??? he lays it on real thick, an' even bats his eyelashes while he's at it, hands tucked up under his chin like he's gone an' done an' audition for some gone with the wind extra in a bustle. )

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[ He makes a god-awful unimpressed face and actually twitches. ]

You sound like the only human I had met before I came here. Stop... whistling Dixie.

[hallowing]

( he doesn't quite cackle, but it's a damn near thing. )

Not at all how that phrase works, but I'm charmed just the same. Come on.

( they've reached the bar he'd intended, the sigilis, and cy leads the way inside. he takes up in one of the corner booths he's so fond of, and orders the chi-chis as promised. )

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[ He wants to know how the phrase is supposed to work, but since it got the desired result--

He lets it go in favor of following, and taking a seat on one side of the booth, where he can sort of see what is going on around them. ]

Do I also need to meet your actual sub?

[hallowing]

Aiden? Sure, you can if you want. He comes over sometimes for blowjobs and chill.

( and it will. probably be less of a potential disaster than crais meeting nate, honestly. )

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Tell him before we meet, please.

[ He is concerned in the exact wrong direction. Even knowing Nate lives with Cyram. ]

[hallowing]

He's not going to be jealous, Jesus. Calm down.

( their drinks arrive, they're a wonderful beachy-smelling concoction with tiny little umbrellas. cy absolutely takes the umbrella from his drink and puts it behind his ear like a flower. )

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[ Crais is not above mimicry when he is unsure but he is not putting anything potentially sticky anywhere near his hair so he settles for removing the umbrella and putting it on the table.

Then takes a drink and does that wide-eyed with shocked delight thing. ]

Fine. You are allowed to drink for the taste.

[hallowing]

Good, huh?

( he makes a truly obnoxious noise slurping the drink up through the straw. god, why is he like this. )

Have you ever had coffee?

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[ He isn't sure if he's amused, irritated, or mildly turned on by that noise. He does stop drinking for a moment to try to figure it out, though he has no luck doing so. ]

I've had coffee - or had coffee before I came here. I'm not entirely sure if it's the same. [ He is not seeking out food he already knows. ] Hot, dark, bitter, and caffeinated.

[hallowing]

That's the stuff, yeah.

( but honestly, the fact that crais has so little experience with human cuisine is actually kinda fun. )

Funny story, pineapple juice also makes jizz taste better.

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[ Is it? that's good because: ]

Pineapple juice makes what taste better?

[hallowing]

( he just makes a wanking gesture in the air and mimes taking a load to the face because he's

fucking

classy )

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[ He stares for a moment and then lifts both his eyebrows. ]

Why do I go out in public with you?

[hallowing]

Probably because I'm incredibly good looking.

( he says that with the most put-upon air of arrogance, because he's just a trash bag in a vaguely human form, but still. )

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[ He continues to work on his drink while he looks Cyram over thoroughly, up and down and considers it. ]

You are... decent enough.

[hallowing]

Wow. Racism rears its ugly head again.

( he sniffs, mock put-upon and then sprawls back in his seat, stretching his legs out on the bench seat. )

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Wouldn't it be xenophobia?

[ He feels that and stretches his legs out in return, so there is some touching between them. There is no sexual intent there, it isn't even conscious. He just reads it as an invitation for contact, subconsciously, and takes it. ]