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@meow_wow
28 / male / bisexual / 8♢

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My Self-Summary

Back where I'm from, I was personally mentored by one of the best surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon, who was a baron no less. Eventually, I also ended up serving as a combat medic for a war that just recently ended. As a result, I can't say I've had a lot of time exploring much in the way of hobbies, but I'll be glad to explore that kind of thing with people here. It's certainly much calmer by comparison.
My Future Plans

Difficult to say as we adjust to life in this resort, but right now I'm just interested in getting to know everyone else here and assuring we all have a pleasant time. I assure you, I'd like to see to it you have one.
My Talents

I used to work as a butler, so I have experiencing in mixing some pretty decent cocktails.

As much as I would love make people here a drink, I'd also enjoy showing how good I am with my hands. And, well, everything else, for the record.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Not much for books honestly; they put me to sleep better than any sedative. But I do like jazz and swing music, mystery films, and I favor beef wellingtons.
My Ideal Partner

I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.

Height 5'9" Body Type Lean, muscular Smokes Occasionally. Drinks Always a fan of an old-fashioned. Drugs No Sign Someone clarify this for me. Education I was personally mentored. Occupation Doctor Income Well right now that's questionable, isn't it. Children None Pets None Hobbies Mixing cocktails is pretty relaxing.

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01. WINE OR BEER
Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Mimes, because at least they don't talk.

.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates, I guess.

.05 TITS OR ASS
Both.

.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy. Never really got used to sweets.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both.

Personality Type
ISFJ-T

ENERGY
83%
introverted

MIND
87%
observant

NATURE
71%
feeling

TACTICS
72%
judging

IDENTITY
68%
turbulent

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[ it's sent the day after their debacle. as if everything between them wasn't a debacle. cloud is significantly saner -- his suit's been satiated, for reasons he is keen to keep secret, but his concern for daan hasn't subsided.

he dropped a bomb last night. it worries him intimately. ]

hey

[ he's always been bad at this. he almost never texts first. ]

you okay
?

Hello yourself.

[Usually, it's easy to just give the old fashioned "I'm fine, and you?" response out of sheer politeness, but... well. Cloud knows an intimate part of him now. One hideous puzzle piece for the whole awful man. It didn't seem to put him or Marina off, though.]

I'm managing, same as anyone. I actually feel more rested than I have been in awhile, which is fairly impressive.

What about you?

looks like i helped after all

[ he's joking.

probably.

anyways, it's time to lie. ]

i'm fine. [ a beat. ] not like i was yesterday.

sorry you had to see me like that.

You did.

[Daan wishes he could emphasize how, but even he isn't sure of the words. It would require more confessions, more things that make him unbearable, and he isn't going to do that over text.]

You don't have to apologize. You caught me in a couple of unfortunate places, so consider us even.

[ cloud doesn't expect that answer. it makes him feel something -- something he shouldn't be feeling. despite how many times he has, it doesn't get any less embarrassing. ]

call me if you can't sleep then.
i'll be there.

[ he does't want to admit it, either. that sleeping next to someone put him more at ease than he's been in...

he doesn't remember.

there's a pause, as if he's deliberating on what to say. he doesn't want to be crass or insensitive -- but after learning of a fraction of daan's trauma, he can only imagine this place is...

hard for him in other ways. ways he had never considered or thought of. ]

you're fine.
i guess i just wanted to say that
if being here is ever hard
if anyone makes you uncomfortable
if old memories come back
tell me and i'll take care of it.

Sounds like a pain in the ass for you. But I'll keep it in mind, all right?

[He knows that Cloud means what he says right now. And... it is tempting to get it again.

He'll wait to see how things pan out.]

Being here has brought back some difficult memories. More than I've mentioned. [Because the trauma conga line just doesn't heckin end] But if someone's an ass, I know who to call.

no i

[ he types. then backspaces. then types again. you can see the bubble regenerating over and over again. ]

i don't mind

[ just say you liked it, bitch!!!

"more than i've mentioned" makes him run cold. then anger flares in the base of his stomach. ]

been told that i'm a good listener

do you remember what i told you

about how i wouldn't let you live the way you did

i meant it

If you're sure. At least I know how to prescribe my own insomnia if I have to.

[There's a pause before Daan's next message.]

I know you mean it
thank you, Cloud

I'd rather not talk about it like this, though. It's the kind of thing I'd want to discuss in person. Though I'd hate to just kind of dump shit on you constantly.

i am

[ he rubs at the back of his head. ]

you wouldn't be

you don't have to talk about it. i just

[ he's scratching his nose. how in the world do you go about this-- ]

do you wanna

hang out

?

[ you know. like bros. or something. ]

[just a couple of guys yessir]

Yeah, I think it'd be nice to just meet up without there being something wrong in the moment.

Where do you want to go?

[ he isn't wrong. but that's the only way cloud knows how to interact with people -- in the context of being needed.

it wasn't as if he knew how to be himself. so-- he panics a little, realizing he has to pick the place. okay. he can do this. they're going as friends.

what would **** pick?

somewhere fun. somewhere that inspired a smile.

the arcade would be too childish for daan. would probably make cloud look like a dumb teenager. he's not particularly good at eating or making small talk, so restaurants are out of the question.

maybe-- ]

the smoked egg

[ WAIT people have sex there. they aren't hooking up he swears. ]

it's okay if you don't want to go

Edited (WORDING) 2024-01-18 23:43 (UTC)

It would be nice to see you, Cloud.

But I'm a little surprised at the location. Doesn't seem like your kind of scene. We can go, of course. I don't mind, personally.

[just seems like a weird thing for him to pick but! daan isn't gonna deny him!]

[ he isn’t wrong — honestly, he’s a little surprised at how well daan sees through him. but he digresses…

he uh, wants to seem cool in front of him. eh heem heem whimper. ]

it’s fine
i’ve been before

see you soon
?

[ this is uh, definitely not a smart idea. it’s fine. ]

[cloud is just a little guy.........]

Sure. I'll be on my way.

See you soon.

[ cloud shows up early. he’s been here before — with p, to smuggle weapons, knives and brass knuckles and baseball bats. but he hasn’t actually been here for recreational purposes besides a happy accident or two.

there’s a part of him that’s afraid he’ll be stood up. not that he would hold it against daan. but, you know — he could always… get busy? take a rain check? decide he wants nothing to do with him? the whole run of the mill.

cloud is standing at the entrance. the smoke is overpowering, making his nose wrinkle (he is so obviously not in his element. he wishes this were the arcade.) but he’s donning a leather jacket and jet black pants. it suits him for a change. when he sees daan, he… visibly brightens up, ears perking.

then he corrects himself, clearing his throat. ]

…Hey [ he says, trying to play it cool. ] …You been here before?

[It's not hard for Daan to pick out Cloud's body language, the way he smells the smoke and all. But it's also terribly cute how he seems visibly... happy to see Daan. It does warm his heart, but it also accomplishes in making him feel terribly guilty all the same.]

Hey yourself. [A small curl at the ends of his lips, a faint smile.]

Couple of times. Mostly to meet with some people, but I'm familiar with what goes on in here.

Yourself?

[ he always looks so nice when he smiles. it takes him too much willpower to not say that. the heat is already trickling into his cheeks. ]

Yeah. [ a nod of the head. ] Came here with someone for some weaponry. [ just knives, really. and they uh, did some things they should not have. but it’s fine! it’s fine. ]

…Was an experience.

[ one of the employees ushers them to the lounge. they’re beckoned towards a semi circular loveseat, the velvet a deep red even in the low light. there’s a glass bong at the center, and cloud kind of squints at it, not appreciating its presence. ]

…Be careful about some of the flavors. [ he says, sliding onto the seat. he puts some distance between them — doesn’t want to make him feel awkward. ] They can… make you do things.

[ definitely not speaking from personal experience. ]

Edited (Typoes….) 2024-01-19 02:56 (UTC)

Weaponry? How scandalous. [The tone he takes does not sound like he's particularly scandalized. If anything, he finds it to be understandable, but that's coming from the guy who did surgery on himself, so!

Daan takes his seat, but he does quietly notice how Cloud is attempting to give him space. He assumes that he's trying to be considerate, otherwise he doesn't think Cloud would exactly offer to sleep in the same bed as him. Or maybe it's that Cloud is sorting himself out? Hard to say.]

Mm, hardly surprising. There aren't many places in the resort that doesn't have some kind of shit in it that makes you do things.

[There's a pause, then he broaches with:] ...Cloud. [He sighs, trying to figure out how to say this. So there's a brief pause until he continues.] You don't need to treat me any different, just because you know another facet of me. Even if it is an unfavorable one.

I was serious when I said I was going to find a way out of here.

[ and even if he doesn’t, whoever runs this resort deserves to have their ass kicked. he’ll pick a fight if it’s the last thing he does.

he doesn’t say anything when daan speaks. but his shoulders lower a little, and he emotes like a kicked pup, the regret washing over him in waves. have i fucked up already? is what he asks himself. ]

That’s not it, I… [ he’s clamming up a little, yeah. ] I don’t see you any differently than I did before. [ on the contrary, he likes him more now. ] But I… I want to be careful.

[ and then his fingers lace together, and the real cloud materializes, the front peeling away. how did daan do this so often? he doesn’t even realize it himself. ]

I hurt people a lot. [ he admits honestly. ] And I don’t want to do that to you. You’ve seen… felt enough.

Oh, I believe you. We're both stubborn assholes, remember? Just... keep me somewhat informed, if you need medical attention. All right?

[And he believes that Cloud is prepared to cause as much trouble as possible.

Daan folds his arms and considers for a moment, watching Cloud, listening to him. He lets out a soft huff, bitterly wry; that's not Cloud's fault, but he just shakes his head.]

I'm not afraid of you, Cloud. [He does not say: I doubt you'll do anything I haven't already experienced, or worse.]

I’ll come back for you. [ whenever he finds his way out. which he won’t. obviously. ] That stupid profile they made for me… it wasn’t wrong when it said I had something pumped into me. They call it mako back home. It’s the planet’s life force. ‘S in my eyes and my body.

So… I’ll be fine.

[ but it would be nice to imagine it. daan wrapping gauze around his arm, his knuckles brushing up his skin. being doted on as he hovers over him…

“uh, getting a little in your head there, buddy.”

right.

cloud blinks at what he says next. it was hard — to not feel like everyone was gawking. like there wasn’t this wrongness about him. but he swallows, letting his eyes flick back up to him. ]

…Alright. [ he clears his throat. ] You uh, wanna smoke with me?

[ “you’re…really bad at this, spikes.” shut up! just shut up. ]

The planet's life force... [The closest he has to compare is the deity of nature, Vinushka, but even that power wouldn't be so distinct like this. ~~cloud please summon pinecone pig~~] So, that's what gives you such a distinct look in your eyes.

...Still. I can offer healing magic as well. Just... don't be too reckless.

[The idea of Cloud being injured or worse-- it makes a knotted sensation in is chest, clenching. It's a rare feeling when it concerns someone else, but so it is rare for Daan to really have a sincere bond with another person, as well.

The invitation, though, well. That makes for a wry look on his face.]

Sure. Would you like to pick the flavor?

[ pinecone pig is the real weapon.

he hadn’t even realized he looked at his eyes — well, it was hard not to, especially with the way they burned through the darkness right now. ]

…Yes, doc. [ he teases, but he means it too. ] I’ll try.

[ as for flavors, well, he eyes the menu — vanilla… he always was partial to vanilla. at least from what he can vaguely remember. stiffly, he lets their server know, and it isn’t long before the bowl is packed and the bong is ready and loaded.

god, how does he do this again. cloud strife is literally the last person who should be smoking weed. the employee notices his… visible ineptitude and offers a cursory tutorial.

okay. his mouth closes over the opening; a deep inhale, and then…

he chokes on smoke. oh shit. he’s coughing. yeah that’s vanilla alright. ]

Fuck, [ he accidentally coughs out. this is so humiliating. but whatever this strain is, it isn’t messing around, because a sense of offkilterness barrages him immediately. like he’s floating outside of his own body.

he doesn’t say anything. it’s probably his own mind at play. ]

Uh. [ the shame is reaching critical mass. ] …You next.

[ah shit poor cloud. Daan manages to not sport a smile at him; he doesn't want Cloud to feel anymore embarrassed than he probably does fucking up that pull.]

Easy there. Get some water or something.

[For Daan, well, this isn't hard for him at all. It's different than a cigarette, but this isn't his first time with these things either. So, he takes a long drag, exhaling smoke up toward the ceiling casually. Vanilla's a good flavor choice, he thinks; pretty easygoing for this.

He isn't sure what kind of sensation will come after, as he doesn't exactly think this stuff is going to be unlaced, but at least he isn't feeling ferociously turned on. That's a nice first. But there's a strange sensation that does tingle after.

Daan tilts his head, curious.]

Mm. Not bad.

…’M fine.

[ he is not fine. cloud is still catching his breath and when he sees how effortlessly daan takes it, the feeling of stupidity is compounded.

determined, cloud takes another hit; smoke fizzles up in plumes, surrounding him, and he snaps his head up. at least he did it correctly this time.

but… more notably, their surroundings fade into obscurity, an after thought and nothing more. it feels like — it’s only the two of them in this room right now. like the air has frozen over, everything suspended in time with the exception of them.

daan will feel it. the embers of affection. the emptiness of his soul. the guilt of his existence. the self deprecation — the want to be noticed by him, to mean something.

cloud can feel it, too. a bonedeep sadness that superseded even his own. he looks up carefully, peering into daan’s eyes. ]

…Daan? [ he asks hesitantly. with an air of protectiveness, he scoots much closer, his hand hovering over his. daan will feel that too: an earnest desire to keep him safe. ]

Did it… [ his mouth dries. ] Did it hit you too?

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