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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.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

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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Comments

[kinnie]

[ keep it light. this is a date. keep it light.

mission failed. his fingers curl around daan's, squeezing. ]

I... I'm realizing that I--

I heard his voice in my head... this whole time. And I--

[ he stops himself, the pain pulsing through his head. ]

I-- I really am crazy, aren't I...?

[ no. he wouldn't do this now. cloud shakes his head in wide sweeps. ]

...Sorry. I'm not gonna ruin this for us.

[limbical]

Shh. You're fine. It wouldn't be terribly equal if I got to pouring out my thoughts and emotions all over you while we were out but then you couldn't.

[though, yeah, hearing a voice of your dead bestie is kind of whack

Daan gently squeezes Cloud's hand.]

...There are a lot of things a person will do to ensure their own survival. To cope with loss and trauma. We're both different kinds of fucked up, and sadly I'm not the kind of doctor that can help much with that.

But those things are not the only aspects that define you. Just as my grief is not my only defining part.

[kinnie]

[ right. his grip tightens, as if he's at risk of losing him. ]

...Just don't wanna keep makin' you deal with this...

[ but he's not wrong -- their relationship was... give and take, an equal exchange now. he should know better. ]

...Alright. [ he acquiesces at long last. and then wordlessly, he leans in to press a chaste kiss to daan's lips. ]

Thanks.

[limbical]

As if you could make me do anything against my will.

[The kiss is sweet and brief, the kind that he likes most. It leaves a soft expression on Daan's face, his gaze fond.]

Anytime, Cloud.

Now then. To our outing?

[kinnie]

[ ugh. point taken. now, for their date. the door activates open and they stride down the hallway -- cloud peers over his shoulder before an arm winds around daan's waist, pulling him closer.

definitely not a relationship, no siree.

and then like a total asshole: ]

...You think your neighbors remember that you got plowed out here?

[ well. it's an important question. ]

[limbical]

[The weight of the arm just casually around his waist is... nice, actually. It makes him feel secure. For a moment, Daan is content.

Then, that question. The audacity.]

Well, I imagine it was a little hard to forget, don't you?

[Daan reaches up and pinches Cloud's shoulder.]

[kinnie]

[ a baby pinch. like getting pinched by a baby. ]

Then I got my point across. [ you know, that daan’s his, obviously. ] Didn’t hear you complaining about it.

[limbical]

[rude!!

Daan huffs softly, a blush crawling onto his face. It wasn't the sex that was embarrassing, but the whole aspect of it being Cloud, of it being summarily about being his -- those things do fluster him.

It isn't a bad thing, though. Frankly, Daan is still a little surprised that he can be embarrassed about anything.]

I'm not going to complain, but you're also being a smug bastard, aren't you.

[it aint a question]

[kinnie]

[ he most certainly is. the corners of his lips twitch up into a smirk…

and then he pulls daan in, hands wringing tightly at the small of his back so he can kiss him, slow and tender and deep. he parts just to look him squarely in the eye— ]

I like seeing you get embarrassed.

[limbical]

[Daan sees that smirk, and he's about to say something about it, at least until his breath is stolen away by that kiss. He finds his fingers curling against Cloud's shirt, holding on even after they part.

Then he has to say something about it.

Daan leans in, lightly nipping his lower lip.]

Good for you, asshole. I'm sure you're having a great time.

[kinnie]

[ that he is. thanks for noticing. the way daan’s grip meanders is horribly endearing to him, and cloud’s hold on him only intensifies. ]

And you aren’t?

[ his lips slot against his, the palms of his hands skating up his back, drawing him in closer — until their bodies are flush, heat seeping through their clothing. the kiss is long and drawn out and he feels his cheeks warming. this wasn’t the point of this. they were supposed to be on a date, not making out in a hallway, but you know… it happens. ]

[limbical]

[It'd be all too easy to get drawn into it and just have this, to feel Cloud's hands on his body and to be captured in kiss after kiss. And it isn't to say that Daan doesn't want it. Of course he does.

But also, he does want this date as well.

A hand comes up and grips Cloud by the chin and jaw, giving him a final, firm lick to his lower lip.]

Let's at least try to get to the arcade. But... more of that later, yes?

[kinnie]

[ ugh. cloud huffs, practically peeling himself off of daan -- still keeping him close, an arm hooking around his waist as they start walking again. ]

...Alright. [ he resigns. ] Just stay close to me, yeah?

[limbical]

[It earns a wry little noise from Daan, and he leans a bit against Cloud as the arm wraps around his waist.]

Don't pout. [Daan teases, his tone warm.] But yes, I'll stay close. Wouldn't want to stray far anyway.

[kinnie]

Not pouting...

[ he is definitely pouting. still, his mouth quirks up into the faintest flicker of a smile as daan leans into him. relish the slight while you can; it's not a common one. ]

...You can always ask for my company, you know.

[limbical]

Ah, well...

[Now Daan looks a bit bashful, then gives a helpless shrug.]

...I didn't want to come off as-- [what Elise would say] --clingy.

[kinnie]

[ cloud's features harden. ]

You wouldn't.

[ he has to wonder who taught him to think like this -- there's a part of his mind that already knows, but...

best to shrug the thought off. ]

I missed you too.

[limbical]

I see.

[A faint blush forms on his pale face, then he turns is head to kiss Cloud's cheek gently.]

Then... I'll make sure to tell you.

[kinnie]

[ cloud's head turns, lashes fluttering as his eyes rove over daan's face. then, with their fingers intertwined, he draws daan's knuckles up to his lips -- and kisses them briskly. ]

Good. [ is all he says. more importantly, the gaudy, technicolor entrance of the arcade springs into sight; it's all flashing lights and electronica. this place really was a glorified honeybee inn, wasn't it? ]

Looks like we're here. [ a nod of the head. ] Anything catch your eye?

[limbical]

[It's moments like these that make him think of why he feels so strongly about Cloud. His affection, his protectiveness, his kindness. Even when he's being a little shit, Daan enjoys it, honestly.

Then, they arrive at the arcade, which is frankly a lot of visual noise for a guy from the 1940s. Daan hesitates, then squeezes Cloud's hand tightly, grounding himself.]

Well... I've never been to one of these. What sort of game do you think you'd be skilled at?

[kinnie]

[ it’s a little cute, the way he’s so daunted by it — this is a man who’s seen far worse, who stitches people back together for a living, knee deep in guts and blood and viscera…

and he’s intimidated by an arcade. ]

I dunno. Could go for the dance machine… you said you were good at dancing, right?

[ he may or may have not read what he said to J that one time. ]

Skee ball would be easier though. [ he gestures to the machine, its rings glowing a vicious red. ] Just gotta toss the ball in.

[limbical]

[can't wait for miro's update with a haunted arcade]

Yes, but not whatever those people are doing. [what even is DDR] ...Wait, when did I tell you that?

[It does not even occur to him that Cloud was checking out that thread, but he definitely remembers not telling Cloud]

Oh, I've watched people play this game before. [At carnivals and amusement parks and stuff look i looked up when skee ball was invented in 1908] Looks simple enough. Let's try that one, then.

[kinnie]

[ he knows there’s a need for it now… ]

Uh.

[ well now he looks like a CREEP. ]

Those conversations with J were… public. So I kinda… read what you said…

[ sorry, he’s weird about people when he has romantic feelings for them, it’s fine. ]

Alright. [ wait. ] …Do you…

Do you have the depth perception for this…?

[ casual ableism anyone! ]

[limbical]

Ah, I see.

[Fortunately, Daan doesn't sound bothered. He'd be hypocritical for it; he was following Marina's conversation, after all.]

Well. I'll show you proper dancing sometime. It's one of the things I did actually like learning in the manor.

[The question earns a soft snort, and he gives a light smack to Cloud's arm. Not that it like does anything.]

If I can aim a gun, I can throw a fucking ball, thanks.

[kinnie]

I can dance. Technically. Not the way you can but… yeah. I guess if you’re giving me lessons for free, I can’t say no.

[ how in the world do you explain the honeybee inn rhythm game. ]

How the hell was I supposed to know you were shooting people? [ with one eye no less! ] You’re a doctor.

[ kind of hot though. anyways, they’re stationed in front of the skee ball machine. it comes to life, the ringlets lighting up as the speaker announced that 5000 points nets you a prize. sounds easy enough.

cloud grips at a red rubber ball. feels it out in the palm of his hand, sizing it up with more intensity than he should. a step back, leg bent and poised before he throws, the ball rolling up in an arc and shooting right into the centermost hole. 500 points.

he looks to daan with a self satisfied little smirk. ]

Your turn.