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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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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.
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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.
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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! ]
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[Daan smiles wryly and holds up a finger.] And a combat medic during the war where I'm from. I'm not a helpless man, Cloud.
[But yes: skee ball time.
Daan watches Cloud first, just to make sure this matches up with what he recalls. Fortunately, it does, so he feels fairly confident.]
All right, you smug bastard. [The tone he takes is a fond one.
A ball is taken, and there's a pause as Daan looks over the layout, the distance, and the weight in his hand, as if he's analyzing the whole arrangement. It does probably look like he's overthinking it, at least until suddenly he's rolling the ball, aiming for the 500 as well.
Bullseye. That's Analyze, baby.]
Hmm. Maybe I should have aimed for one of the corner ones? Those look a bit tougher, wouldn't you agree?
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[ a joke! obviously. probably. more importantly— damn, he’s good. how is he pulling that off with one eye? for a moment, cloud looks the slightest bit flabbergasted, but he awkwardly adjusts — readopting that cool and unbothered demeanor. ]
Sounds good to me.
[ so he’s back in front, tossing up a ball into his palm, letting it whirl about. he gives the skee ball machine a thorough lookover — before aiming for the corner.
it barely misses.
fuck. ]
…Just a bad shot. I’ll get it next time.
i real life flipped a coin to see if it'd make it
[The tone he takes is a wry one, but quietly he's fond. A bit of banter has a special place in his heart.
The shoot and miss earns a whistle from Daan.]
Damn, that was close. You got this, Cloud. Next one, yeah?
[Another pause, and Daan is examining the distance between himself, the hole, and the angle of it all. Eventually satisfied, Daan goes for the roll.
[The ball makes it, giving Daan an additional 1000 points.]
Maybe you should get your eyes checked, Cloud? See who has the real depth perception problem, hm?