[ stephen hums along as hakkyuu explains, mentally filing away important details for later. ]
I’m no businessman, but the cycles of ownership in this town seem pretty unusual with all the comings and goings. It’s a wonder they let people open anything at all.
[ he drains the soup carton and vanishes it without so much as a gesture, then reaches for the coffee again. hilariously, he re-chills the can with his fingertips and presses it against a different bruise in his side with a grimace. the marks on him are all fingerprints, and slight too, nothing excessive or otherwise suggestive of the kind of handling stephen wouldn’t be able to take; they’re also all below the neck, probably by request. the use of the can is more informality that stephen doesn’t manage with most people. ]
I’ll probably check in at some point, so as long as the general principles haven’t changed ...
I mean, it's a gym by day and a fight club by night with sex on the side or middle depending on your preferences. Unless they added culinary courses to make it The Arena: Grill'n'Spill, the functions of the place aren't really going to change a whole lot.
[He doesn't say anything about the tell-tale marks on Stephen's body that speak to some rough handling and instead opts to let the conversation flow around the elephant in the room, but he watches, traces the purple flourishes with his eyes and mentally maps out the palm span of the guy Stephen was with. A superheroics build, Stephen had suggested, but Hakkyuu can only picture an average-sized Norn man--the towering race of humanoids with homesteads in the Shiverpeaks of Tyria that tend to stand nine-foot and taller with varying degrees of sideways mass. He sort of forgets a lot of humans don't have that kind of reference.]
But you should. Come check it out, I mean. See if the locker rooms have the old glory hole fixtures or if they've added new ones. And, hey, I'm there most days. Every other at best--always open to regular dance partners if you wanna join me.
[He lets the sharper, teasing smirk buff out slight then, setting Stephen with a steadier stare.]
[ sorry, he’s covering his face with his other hand so he can laugh some more. this is stupid, they’re stupid. duncan was a gentleman through and through but riding his dick for two hours was stupid.
sometimes stupid is fine. better, on occasion, than having to worry about the state of the world. ]
[The sound of Stephen just laughing like that is something, inadvertently, that Hakkyuu wants to bottle. He missed hearing it. Missing hear echoes of it around the Manor produced by something Hakkyuu has said or done himself, or by something witty Vrenille has done, something endearingly pompous that Loki said, and many other combinations around and in-between.
It's always dangerous to appreciate Duplicity, but its people like Stephen and moments like this that Hakkyuu truly treasures, holds close to his chest and looks down at when the storm is raging all around. There was always a chance he wouldn't hear it again too, that another version of Stephen would show up and this version never come through again, but he's here--ass sore and bruised up, talking about nothing and everything.
Yeah, Hakkyuu would bottle that up if he could. But for now he watches and listens, still and quiet compared to the fidgety chatty version of himself as he just wants to absorb as much of the moment as he can. After all, we can't all have photographic memories.]
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I’m no businessman, but the cycles of ownership in this town seem pretty unusual with all the comings and goings. It’s a wonder they let people open anything at all.
[ he drains the soup carton and vanishes it without so much as a gesture, then reaches for the coffee again. hilariously, he re-chills the can with his fingertips and presses it against a different bruise in his side with a grimace. the marks on him are all fingerprints, and slight too, nothing excessive or otherwise suggestive of the kind of handling stephen wouldn’t be able to take; they’re also all below the neck, probably by request. the use of the can is more informality that stephen doesn’t manage with most people. ]
I’ll probably check in at some point, so as long as the general principles haven’t changed ...
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[He doesn't say anything about the tell-tale marks on Stephen's body that speak to some rough handling and instead opts to let the conversation flow around the elephant in the room, but he watches, traces the purple flourishes with his eyes and mentally maps out the palm span of the guy Stephen was with. A superheroics build, Stephen had suggested, but Hakkyuu can only picture an average-sized Norn man--the towering race of humanoids with homesteads in the Shiverpeaks of Tyria that tend to stand nine-foot and taller with varying degrees of sideways mass. He sort of forgets a lot of humans don't have that kind of reference.]
But you should. Come check it out, I mean. See if the locker rooms have the old glory hole fixtures or if they've added new ones. And, hey, I'm there most days. Every other at best--always open to regular dance partners if you wanna join me.
[He lets the sharper, teasing smirk buff out slight then, setting Stephen with a steadier stare.]
You should.
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Sounds fun. Already got stabbed back in that exam room, maybe if it happens more I’ll finally develop a taste for it.
[ wink :D ]
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He... stabbed you?
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With his nightmare dick, Hakkyuu. We can’t both not be firing on all cylinders.
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sometimes stupid is fine. better, on occasion, than having to worry about the state of the world. ]
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It's always dangerous to appreciate Duplicity, but its people like Stephen and moments like this that Hakkyuu truly treasures, holds close to his chest and looks down at when the storm is raging all around. There was always a chance he wouldn't hear it again too, that another version of Stephen would show up and this version never come through again, but he's here--ass sore and bruised up, talking about nothing and everything.
Yeah, Hakkyuu would bottle that up if he could. But for now he watches and listens, still and quiet compared to the fidgety chatty version of himself as he just wants to absorb as much of the moment as he can. After all, we can't all have photographic memories.]