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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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game 52

GAME 52

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Comments

[sleepyone]

It wouldn't be a waste. You are not a waste. [she reaffirms, because Daan does have that right, arguing with Marina is a hassle. He might have gotten his way in the Bop, but she's more stubborn than ever towards him.]

But talk about selfish, that man you like. [she says dryly, more clearly teasing after] Claiming you all for himself!

I'd just have to follow along and spoil your fun. [it's too needy of her to speak so plain, but don't leave her, Daan. Not before she can mourn properly.]

[limbical]

[Yeah, that's what he thought. Arguing is going to be a pointless venture right now, and Daan doesn't have it in him to try at the moment. Instead, he sighs, combing his fingers gently through her hair.]

Heh. ...He has a crush. He'll get over it. [Gently, he ruffles Marina's hair before going back to combing it through.]

I wouldn't tell you "no", though.

[sleepyone]

Tell me "no" when it really matters. [Daan should feel every right to deny her, to not just bend and compromise and sacrifice himself.]

Always getting my way is a real bore.

[limbical]

Oh, don't worry. I'll refuse you when it counts for sure.

Like if I think you're going to do something exceptionally foolish.

[sleepyone]

You know, you could stand to give a warning. Not just wait and watch until the last minute scramble to stop me. [Daan really will just let people cook a while before saying anything. Maybe he shouldn't let Henryk do that at his bar-]

But that's not as fun, huh? Pssh... being responsible.

[limbical]

You're a smart girl, aren't you? You really need me to hold your hand like that?

Being responsible isn't so fun, you know.

[sleepyone]

It's nice, sometimes. Having your hand held. [she reaches for his, wanting to lace their fingers together, pull the collective jumble of their hands and arms to his chest and give his knuckles a kiss]

Keep an eye on me and I'll keep an eye on you.

[limbical]

Mm. [His expression softens, glancing down at their hands, as if he could see where she'd left her kiss.]

I can agree to that.

[sleepyone]

Deal. [She says, leaning to seal that with a kiss, but...

God, their breath is not good. She shakes her head, chuckles lightly, squeezes his hand in hers.]

Can I shower here with you? We're all gross. [Marina knows her room is only a few doors down, but listen... it's not about that. Her urge to run off has completely collapsed in on itself and now she doesn't want to leave his side for a long while longer.]

[limbical]

Ugh, I know. But it was worth laying down with you.

[instead of sharing a kiss, he pecks her forehead.]

Come on. I've got room for two. I'll even be nice and scrub your back.

[sleepyone]

[Marina tilts into him with one last nuzzle before the part. A silent "thank you for staying" because it does really mean a lot to her that he had. If she'd run off or he'd left her in his room, not wanting to deal with her breakdown, it would have really hardened her heart.

She doesn't need to get any tougher, she's had enough.

Finally peeling herself away from him, Marina stretches out as she gets her feet beneath her. Sore muscles will really be helped by some hot water and steam, she thinks, a back rub, too.]

Only if I get to wash your hair. [she's not actually calling him greasy, she just thinks that's a nice thing to do for someone. Who wouldn't like fingers massaging their scalp and tending to their hair for them? It's such a nice feeling...

Marina will be following him into the bathroom if he goes along.]

[limbical]

[Daan reaches for her hand, gently squeezing it.]

It's a deal.

[And thus does Daan indeed lead the way, and fortunately he has a whole assortment of hygienic products at their disposal. After turning on the shower, he quickly gets undressed and slides into the shower.]

[sleepyone]

[Marina pulls her dress off and anything else beneath it, folding up the clothing she came in to set aside. She's not the least bit shy to be naked around Daan, just another way their comfort with one another has manifested. Still, he gets in the shower first and she hangs back a little while. Pulling her pigtails all the way out, askew from the strange sleep they fell into. She drags her fingernails through her long hair to let it fall entirely down her back.

Daan will hear her rummaging around his drawers. Looting. She's good at it.

It isn't for long. She pulls herself into the shower with him and hands him his toothbrush with a big glob of paste on it. And she has one for herself, a spare she found, already in her mouth. Speaking around it,]

Brrshh uhp.

[limbical]

[Frankly, at this point, he isn't surprised to hear her going through his drawers. If she doesn't do it on the regular, he'd be more shocked.

The toothbrush is given a surprised glance, then a wry smile.]

How nosy. [He says it, just to tease her but nothing else is meant. Daan takes it and gets to teethbrushin! Status effect removed: morning breath.]

[sleepyone]

[Truly one of the worst status effects he's ever suffered from, har har!

Marina brushes her own mouth diligently, always one to care for her hygiene and spend morning hours on her appearance for the day. This is definitely a strange first for her, sharing a shower with a man while they both brush their teeth. She looks at Daan and really does think how the fuck did we get here? Probably something he could read from her expression, but she doesn't voice it.

She just leans around him him to spit down the drain, good manners when the other option is directly onto their feet. Not that she thinks there's many distinct rules of engagement to this particular scenario. It's very odd... if not bad.

She needs to bully him. Anything to throw off all this unruly fondness she feels!]

I'm still going to call you a wet cat. [grim humor, she can tremendously sad about Daan's fate and still think it's funny to call him a stray. These are not mutually exclusive.]

[limbical]

[Interpreting the language is not difficult for him. After all, he oddly feels much the same; though his life has always been anything but typical (and the same could be said for Marina), where they are now is definitely unusual. They've gone from the most hellish place possible to Sex Resort & Casino. They've bonded immensely to the point that Marina just feels comfortable being nude in front of him. Daan has friends.

Whack.

Daan turns his head and spits down the drain, then wrinkles his nose at her.]

You're a riot, Marina. [Even if he doesn't find it very funny, it's not enough distaste to make him tell her to stop.]

[sleepyone]

Hee hee... I think people are enjoying that about me, so far. [She gives a sleepy yawn, the warmth of the water helping her relax the stress of that very tensed up night away. The toothbrush is set aside and she's looking over his various products. She grabs a bar soap and lathers her hands over it, only to turn to him and step in close, scrubbing over Daan's shoulders and chest.

That thought of a moment ago, about how they got here, does still linger on in her mind. She chews it over. How short of a time ago it was that they were complete strangers to each other. Just another face on a train. A man with checkered pants and a girl with pigtails.

Now they're like this.

Unlike all that painful grief, she takes so much heart in this friendship they forged. Talk about winning out against all odds.]

[limbical]

Oh, are they? I suppose you can be charming, in your way. [He says it to tease, but also there is a sense of him being genuine in the statement. Marina is charming, after all.

Daan hesitates, letting Marina wash him. It's... nice, he thinks; she doesn't even hesitate, and tends to him. He can't remember anyone's touch being kind like that, honestly. Moreover, Daan also couldn't have ever predicted this: befriending the strange girl with pigtails on a train, when Daan was fully convinced he'd probably never return from his trip to Prehevil to find the truth.

And here they are. Daan's first and very best friend.]

...Thank you, Marina.