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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.
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.
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.
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.
I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.
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.
ISFJ-T
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Hm, that so.
That's some interesting genes at work there. Never seen hair like it, but... it's fun. If you don't mind me touching it.
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[ he's just bashful, it's fine. ]
You told me to wash it, didn't you? You can touch it after. [ whatever... he can have his way. ] Go get changed.
[ his eyes stray away -- and then, without warning, he presses a kiss to daan's cheek. ]
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[He smiles a bit wryly, then closes his eye at the kiss against his cheek. Daan returns it, pressing his lips softly to Cloud's jawline.]
All right. You're gonna have to let me go, though.
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it takes him awhile to scrub the gel out, probably because he used an exorbitant amount of it. he eventually emerges from the bathroom, hair now retaining its original shape-- ]
Happy now? [ he asks, with all of the exasperation of a teenage boy. there's a pause, and then he has to announce that-- ]
I, uh. [ a beat. ] Didn't bring any clothes.
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Daan glances over his shoulder at Cloud, then smiles wryly, reaching over to ruffle his hair.] There's that nest I missed.
[He hums.] I probably have a shirt you can wear. I don't know how snug it'll be for you, but worst case scenario it's not like I haven't seen you naked before.
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I'll take the shirt. [ he replies surprisingly quickly. ] I try not to sleep naked.
[ there's a pause. ]
You never know when you've gotta wake up for a fight.
[ like, listen. when sephiroth walks into your room at random, you don't WANT to be naked for it. ]
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Well, I'm not planning on getting into any fights, but I can't fault you for being cautious. Wasn't that different where I was before this.
[Not that he had a change of clothes at all, but even if he did he'd probably rest in his normal clothes anyway.
Daan fusses through some of his clothes for a moment, fetching an ordinary plain white t-shirt that he thinks should fit Cloud all right. Despite how muscular he is, Cloud is also oddly very lean.]
Here. Might even have some boxers for you; I don't much care for how they fit, personally, so I haven't really worn them.
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[ he doesn’t trust this resort. he doesn’t trust anything, really, but especially not this resort. cloud accepts the shirt, stripping off his billowy blouse, and tugs it on.
definitely tight around his musculature, but it fit well enough otherwise. ]
Boxers? [ a beat. ] Too big or too small?
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[He says without really sounding surprised.]
Ah, well. They're fine around the legs and waist, just... tight elsewhere.
[can you guess where]
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but you can definitely see him fighting for his life right now.
he covers his mouth, but it’s still only barely muffling a snicker. ]
Yeah? [ he asks, like a complete douchebag. ] That so?
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Daan huffs, folding his arms. He isn't actually mad, but! Still! C'mon!]
You know what, forget it, you don't get underwear.
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Loosen up. [ he’ll stop, he swears. ] It’s a good thing.
Well, at least for me.
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There's that, I suppose.
Take your damn boxers in case you have to suddenly fight or whatever. [He grabs a pair, holding them out to Cloud.
They are definitely checkered boxers.]
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...he does hold up the boxers, squinting at...the checkered print, but you know what? he of all people definitely cannot judge. they're on before you know it. ]
Thanks. [ it's said with an air of humor. ] Now we're both safe for the night.
[ he can't remember the last time he joked with someone like this. it's a comfort in its own right. with next to no grace, he flops onto daan's bed, still...not bothering to tuck himself beneath the covers. ]
When you're ready.
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Daan, no longer needing to try to survive Prehevil, opts to go under the covers. He pauses, but does take off his eyepatch, knowing the sight doesn't bother the other man. Though Daan does pause to look at Cloud.]
Are you joining me under here, or is this a "what if we get ambushed in the middle of the night" thing?
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[ yeah, he forgot that regular people actually do that — you know, tuck themselves into the covers.
clumsily, cloud peels back the covers — then slots himself underneath them, feeling daan’s body heat emanating against him. he turns shy in real time. ]
Not… used to it. [ he admits. ] Sleeping, I mean. Don’t do much of it.
[ and it’s not like the sheets at stargazer heights really kept you warm.
he lulls back into silence. and then— ]
You can… hold onto me. If you want.
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...Well. You and I have that in common. I don't normally sleep much, or sleep well in general.
[Except next to someone else, apparently. There's a deep comfort in that, and he feels like he shouldn't.]
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…There wasn’t much of a need for me to do it for a long time. Must be the mako or something.
[ that’s right. what else could it realistically be? what other reason was there to have felt like he hasn’t slept in years? ]
…Guessing you think a lot at night. [ and then, he speaks up, letting the silence travel. ] There something on your mind now?
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Mm. Mako, huh. Must be hell of a power.
[mako and trauma: hell of a drug]
All the damned time. Used to be able to just sleep if I read a book or something, but I've been stuck thinking too damned much ever since I got here.
I'm... not ready to talk about that kind of stuff in depth right now, though. Another time?
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[ he should — he always did pretend like he did, but… ]
Something about my body doesn’t… hasn’t felt right. In a long time.
[ a nod at what daan says next. he understands what it means to not be ready…better than most people do, truthfully. ]
Forget I asked. [ … ] It’s okay. I can listen when you want me to.
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[And he remembers Cloud's initial reaction to when Daan mentioned he was a doctor. A fear of doctors is not that unusual; being vulnerable to another person with blades and needles can easily cause that kind of discomfort and fear.
Daan would hate to make that worse for him.]
Thank you. ...I will, but right now, I just want to think about being here with you. [Selfish. So damned selfish, but it's so nice.]
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[ being vivisected like a dying butterfly terrified him to his core. he doesn’t know why — but it’s in the back of his mind, always, shaking him ever so slightly.
his hand curls around daan’s waist. ]
Oh. [ … ] Okay.
[ was there anything nice about being with him? it had never occurred to him. ]
You’re… warm. [ the words come out softly, and he’s slow to speak. ] It’s nice.
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[Daan is a lot of things, but he does try to keep his promises.]
Mm, not as warm as you are. Like this, I feel ... less tense, I think.
[
Elise would like her space. The few times they shared a bed, she'd keep to her side. Would call him clingy if he asked to hold her, or be held. It's fine, he would respect her needs. She would go to him if she decided she desired anything, and he would be ready.]no subject
…Alright. [ daan trusted him something terribly sensitive — it would only be right if cloud did the same. ] I… [ he can’t bring himself to say the word “trust”, but… ] don’t think you’ll hurt me. You’re a good doctor. I can tell.
[ and a good person. a good friend. a good something-more. ]
…I always thought I was cold. [ in both spirit and body. he pulls daan in closer. ] Your heart’s beating real fast, doc.
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[Even if it might be inevitable. But physically, he would do his best as a doctor. Take care of him. Daan is new to being anyone's friend, anyone's... anything that is good, besides becoming Elise's husband, but even then he failed that.
Daan rests his cheek against Cloud's shoulder.]
Not to me, you aren't. [There's a soft breath, almost a laugh.] Well, maybe you just have that effect on me.
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