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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
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introverted

MIND
87%
observant

NATURE
71%
feeling

TACTICS
72%
judging

IDENTITY
68%
turbulent

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[It's treatment he's never received before, and it leaves him still feeling a bit flustered, but in a good way, he thinks. Selfish, but he takes it for now, turning his head as he has a small smile to himself.]

Anywhere that's comfortable. There are chairs. I'm just going to get to mixing.

Mind you, I am taking your word for it and I'm making some exceptionally strong drinks.

[Anyway. He goes to the little table he has in the room, starting to arrange the bottles and other ingredients he's obtained. Rolling up his sleeves, Daan automatically seems comfortable this way, popping open new bottles.]

I'm starting you off with what's called the Sun Crush. Just a hint of sugar, and we'll see where we go from there.

[A slice of lemon and a slice of orange settle into an old fashioned looking glass along with a bit of ice. Into the mixer, he puts together some lemon and orange juice along with sugar and whiskey. Some vigorous shaking, and he pours the contents into the glass, giving it a pleasant orange hue from the juices contained.

Daan passes the glass to Cloud.]

Give it a go.

[ he settles into a chair, feeling strangely out of place — there’s this temptation to sidle up behind daan and wrap his arms around him.

that would be inappropriate, yup. time to sit here, rocking back patiently onto his heels, the chair creaking as he watches. and then he passes a glass to cloud, and much like a curious dog, he gives it a sniff first— wow, there was a lot of alcohol content in that. ]

Cheers, doc.

[ and then he downs the entire thing. like a freak. the glass comes down. i’m going to pretend like his alcohol tolerance is significantly lower here. ]

Gimme another.

[ he liked it. that goes unsaid. ]

[A brow is arched, but he's pleased that the drink is so well taken.]

Huh, look at you go. You weren't kidding.

[Daan takes the glass to reuse, giving it a thorough rinse.] We'll try another one for you. The God Father. It's simple, but it's still strong for you.

[Less juice involved and more of a straightforward mix, but it still takes a bit of a balance. Instead of shaking the Amaretto and whiskey together, he pairs the both into the glass with ice before giving it a thorough stir.]

And there you go. [The glass is offered once more.]

I, uh— [ he’s never admitted this before, not even to the few people who knew him decently, so he’s anxious to say it— ] don’t taste things the way other people do.

[ he doesn’t actually know why. when he searches his subconscious for the answer, his mind contorts painfully, so he tries to not broach it.

he accepts the next glass. downs this one whole too. ]

…You’re good at this. [ he remarks, licking at his lower lip curiously. ] Should run a bar like you wanted to. People would show up just to talk to you.

[ people like him. ]

I’ll take another, bartender.

Don't taste things like most people, huh. Probably goes without saying, but as a doctor I could probably look into that for you. Only if you wanted, though.

[There could be a number of reasons, but Daan won't pry if it's not something Cloud is prepared mentally for.

...Now's probably not the time, but he does look at Cloud, the way that tongue moves over his lip. Cloud's a beautiful man, just like he's also charmingly awkward in a lot of ways, earnest, and so damned stubborn.]

Well, I can at least think of a person or two who would.

[It would be nice to do that, he thinks. Much nicer than running a clinic. Much nicer than his cruel future will promise under the thumb of that wicked cat.]

We're gonna do something a little different. This is going to be a Chocolate Cake shooter. [He takes a shot glass, coating the rim with sugar. With a wedge of lemon, he does similarly, coating it with sugar. Into the glass goes some vodka and hazelnut liqueur, which he stirs briefly.]

Bite into this lemon. Keep the lemon juice in your mouth, then take the shot. Your tastebuds might not react the way most people's do, but... worth a try. Most people end up tasting something close to chocolate cake.

[ he hasn’t been to a doctor in— well, he can’t remember, actually. 7 years? 8? Shinra wasn’t exactly known for their healthcare. ]

…Maybe someday. I get the feeling that… [ his eyes flicker down. ] It’s because I wasn’t eating. I… can’t remember that part of my life… but you could call it a hunch.

[ it’s a step up. from lying. from creating some pure fucking delusion as to what he was doing in that time. his subconscious does not want to lie to him. why, why, why? ]

Yeah, well… [ he feels his cheeks warming at being called out like this. ] Your other patron’ll have competition.

[ for his attention? in a drinking contest? he doesn’t say.

but he listens to that next part obediently, nodding his head slightly in affirmation. alright. bite into the lemon. he can do that. his teeth sink into the pulp, and the brightness of the lemon juice trickles into his mouth; he puckers his lips slightly. huh. and his cheeks puff as he holds onto the liquid, taking the shot…

his face lights up. ]

I, [ a beat. ] I can taste it..!

[ there’s earnest excitement there, reminiscent of that of a teenage boy’s. a remnant of who he was, long before anything had happened, when he was still eager and innocent and rife with enthusiasm.

the alcohol is setting in now, too. the world is skewed, hazy, a little more colorful, but in a good way. ]

Hey, doc. [ he calls out, clearly more cheerful than usual. ] Take the next shot. For me.

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...We can talk about that some other time. When you're up for it. But, I understand and I think I know what you mean. It's probably why I've never been very good at handling things that are too sweet.

[Very cute, seeing that blush on his face. But even better is seeing the way Cloud's eyes bright up, excited that he can taste the drink he's been served.

It makes Daan smile warmly at him, quietly pleased. As if for once he's actually managed to do one thing right. And it doesn't hurt to hear that more cheerful tone in Cloud's voice.]

That, I can do. I'll make one of my favorites. An old-fashioned.

[Easy enough to do, and something he's made numerous times. Just the right balance of a hint of sugar to go with the burn of alcohol.

He usually prefers to savor it, but... well, fuck it. For Cloud, he does easily down the drink before sighing after he's done.]

Hm. [Daan's smile is a bit more crooked down, pleased, a bit of color in his face now. It's not hard to do considering how pale he is, but still. It's there.]

Guess we won’t be getting cake.

[ it’s a tease. it’s weird — the concept of talking to someone about his problems. the last time he did that was with… ]

Yeah. I’ll… see. [ his head dips, eyes roving away. ] This is… new for me.

[ all of this is. forming a relationship with someone out of genuine desire as opposed to proximity or necessity. whether it was a friendship or something more (it is most definitely not simply a friendship, but he can’t imagine daan feeling anything else for him—), it was his choice in the end.

and that smile. maybe it’s the alcohol but — his chest flutters like the wings of a butterfly, cheeks reddening at the sight of it. ]

Yeah, [ a beat. ] you… do that.

[ he watches his face color. cloud rests his head against his palm, observing fondly, the world tilting like a teapot pouring over. ]

Another one. For both of us.

[ “let’s get shitfaced, spikes!” ]

Hmm. I'm afraid the cake would be all for you in that case. ...But I'm glad I was able to give you that flavor.

[It really does make him feel like he's done something right finally by achieving that. With a cocktail no less.]

Another one, he says.

All right. But you have to share with me. If you aren't opposed?

[Daan has something specific in mind, but... well. If Cloud doesn't want anymore, then he won't push for that.]

Sounds like a plan.

[ he's curious -- and in remarkably high spirits. no wonder people got addicted to this feeling. he is painfully white, so the paleness of his face colors in contrast. ]

Let's see what the jack of all trades has got in store for us.

You'll have to forgive me for failing to get a proper martini glass for this. Take it up with management.

[His tone is wry, but he sets to mixing a traditional dry martini into his glass. It feels like a bartending sin to make it into a shot, but them's the brakes. Daan holds it up, swishing the green liquid as he approaches Cloud.

Daan has a sip. There's a pause, then he takes a more generous mouthful. With a free hand, he gently takes Cloud by the jawline, leaning in to kiss him. If he opens his mouth, Daan patiently shares the martini this way through the kiss.]

[ as he waits, with all of the cluelessness of a newborn baby chick, he observes intently. and then daan’s fingers are skimming his jawline — his eyes widen, cheeks deepening in color, and his hand gradually moves to thread his fingers through daan’s hair.

the sharp, dry taste of the martini trickles into his mouth; there’s a sound of surprise but he swallows it obediently, and when he pulls away, he is… clearly worked up by it. or maybe it’s the alcohol. oops.

after a moment of silence. ]

Wow. [ enlightening comment. his head is spinning and he’s not sure if it’s from the kiss or the fact that he’s tipsy for the first time in approximately 7 years. ] You’re… wow.

[ a pronounced quiet. ]

You, uh… mind if we do that again?

[Slowly, his tongue creeps out to make sure to lick over Cloud's lips in case there are any stray droplets.]

Not at all. There's still some left.

[That's the kind of reaction he'd been hoping for. Maybe he's getting a bit carried away, wanting to be so deeply affectionate after their unusual outing and how sweetly Cloud has treated him -- but he's been invited for more.

So more, he gives.

Daan tops off the rest of the contents of his glass, then cups Cloud's cheek as he leans in to share the rest of the martini, humming against his mouth.]

[ the acidity hits his tongue in bursts, juxtaposing the warmth of daan's hand against his cheek. his mouth parts for him, the sensation languid and hot, and if he were capable of sweating he definitely would be by now--

but that's the joy of superhumanity, it spares you the embarrassment. cloud breathes into his mouth before that breath stutters and builds up into a soft moan, and he wants to slap himself for how obvious he's being.

yeah, he is... undoubtedly trapped in horny jail right now. ]

...Not fair. [ he admits, wearing a small pout. ] I'm getting you back for this.

[ the alcohol makes him braver than he should be. so his fingers find the collar of daan's shirt, and he pulls him in, drawing him into a stupidly sloppy but impassioned kiss. smooth. very smooth. and then his index finger pokes at daan's chest, accusing and pointed-- ]

Not so fun now, is it.

[How cute, he thinks to himself, to watch Cloud pout like that. The kiss is an absolute mess, but he doesn't mind it in the least. Especially since he definitely started it.

As Cloud leaves his remark, Daan is wearing a sharp smile. He reaches down to carefully take Cloud's wrist, bringing that index finger up to give it a hard nip with his canine.]

On the contrary. I think it's a lot of fun.

[He leans in, pressing his knee down against the chair just to the side of Cloud's hip.]

Are you not having fun?

[It's unspoken, but if it's too much, well. He wouldn't fault Cloud if he needed Daan to back off.]

[ boy oh boy. he goes red to his ears at the nip to his finger -- the heat is coagulating, overwhelming him, and he looks at daan completely dumbfounded. his stupid heart is beating a mile a minute. ]

Yeah. [ he answers, in the stupidest, bluntest voice imaginable. ] I've had dreams about this before.

[ why did he just admit that aloud. his stupid wet dream curse-- ]

I mean. [ fuck. how does he take that back. he can't. ] It's like. You know.

[ "just be honest, spikes! you can always blame it on the alcohol later." ]

It'd be hard to not dream about you.

Oh, dreams about me, hm?

[That blush in his ears is also pretty damned adorable. Daan gets closer, settling his weight into Cloud's lap. Of course he's turned on; how couldn't he be? In his whole life, Daan can't remember a single person that's treated him the way Cloud does. Certainly, he daydreamed of the kind of person, but they didn't exist.

Well, not until now.

Daan murmurs into his ear.] We can make that dream of yours come true. What happens next?

[ well, this is not how he expected this go -- with someone he's very much attracted to in his lap. his pants are starting to tent now, as if the humiliation couldn't possibly be further compounded.

he was trying to resist. but it's impossible like this. his hands settle onto daan's waist, grip stronger than that of the average person's. ]

Think this is the part where I kiss you, [ he pulls him closer. ] and I don't stop this time.

[ he's talking a big game, but his heart is juddering. as always. ]

That good with you, bartender?

[Logically, he knows Cloud is strong. How could he not, after being carried around by him not long ago? Still, it's something different to feel that powerful grip on his waist, making him catch his breath before he settles against Cloud.

Oh, he's aware of Cloud's growing... problem. But they'll get there.]

I think that's a good call.

[Daan inches close, keeping his lips just inches from Cloud's.]

I'm all yours.

[ he takes the cue and kisses him — despite the circumstances, the kiss is sweeter than it is sultry, and he holds daan with an air of protectiveness — like he wants nothing to touch him ever again.

breathless, he goes in for another kiss. and then a third and a fourth, unable to stop himself, skin buzzing, hairs standing on edge. as his shoulders tense, clamping down, his teeth drag against daan’s lip — and he devours him eagerly.

he breaks away, face flushed and hot. and then suddenly, his lips are trailing down daan’s neck, and he sucks at his skin with a wet pop — the suction is harsh, harsher than most people were capable of, and daan’s pale skin bruises beautifully beneath him. ]

Are you… [ his eyes flicker up. ] still okay?

[ listen, it’s a mood killer but he has to ask. ]

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[It's different than anyone else he's been with, something he could fall into and never want to climb back out of. That he could really feel the strength in his arms and know he was protected. It's a sweet thought he wishes could stay.

For now, he's patiently following the initial kiss, satisfied enough with what he is given. When teeth come down, a pleased hum is earned, his tongue rolling over Cloud's teeth before their mouths part.]

Fuck-- Cloud. [Daan sighs and tips his head, eager to let his mouth work over his throat. It tingles down his neck pleasurably, even though the suction is much more than he thinks he's felt.

There's a shiver when Cloud finishes, then Daan hesitates at the question, as if he's not even sure he heard the man right off. Then he smiles and leans in, kissing his temple though spikes of hair.]

I'm okay. [Yeah, maybe it's not sexy, but checking in with him... it's nice. And Daan does appreciate it, knowing why Cloud is being careful.] I promise.

[ the kiss to his forehead feels better than anything else — cloud’s lashes flutter shut. ]

You wanna stop, just say so. [ he sets his chin in the crook of his shoulder, taking in the scent of him. ] You…can change your mind. For any reason.

[ he knows that daan can defend himself, the same way tifa can. it doesn’t stop him from doting on either. the emotions manifest naturally; he can’t help it. ]

This is… [ cloud swallows. ] the first time we’re doing this ‘cause we want to. Not because we have to. So…

[ his hands smooth up his back. gentle. affectionate. ]

Tell me what you want.

[For a moment, he just leans on Cloud, looping is arms around his neck. It does nothing to change their mutual hardons, but Daan can be patient. Mostly, he just quietly appreciates Cloud; maybe he's been a bit overly cautious, but Daan knows why he is.

Daan is still convinced he doesn't deserve it, but right now he'll take it.]

Hmm, you're right. I have to say, I really prefer this "we choose to do it ourselves" thing.

[Daan considers a moment. Mostly, he wants to give Cloud a good time, because he does think the man deserves it. ...He's been nothing but sweet and kind to Daan, even when he was struggling with his inner demons.]

I'll take care of you. [It's spoken like a promise.] So, lay down in bed, and I'll tell you what to do.

Sound all right?

[ “i’ll take care of you—“ makes his chest tighten. he doesn’t want to admit how much he’s longed to hear that from someone, even if he doesn’t deserve it — even if the guilt of his own existence eats him alive regularly.

so, he nods quietly, with all of the bashfulness of a young boy. and then suddenly, without any warning, he stands — carrying daan in his arms again. ]

Okay. [ and then there’s rarity of a smile, tugging on the ends of his lips, small and subtle. ] But you have to let me take you there.

[At this point, it shouldn't surprise him that Cloud is just going to pick him up like it's nothing, but he still inhales sharply before he finds himself relaxing again with a wry smile.

He leans up, stealing a kiss that's more chaste, a stark difference to when he'd been sharing cocktails with him earlier.]

Deal.

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