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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

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Comments

[limbical]

Hey yourself.

[Daan reaches out and pinches Cloud's chin into his fingers, peering down at him. There's a bit of frustration there, but Daan does pause to consider a moment. He remembers the way Cloud had stiffened up briefly when Daan mentioned he was a doctor. How tolerable is the clinic, really?]

You're safe here. Well, maybe not from me, specifically, but no one is going to lay a hand on you. [He exhales slowly.] How long have you been sick?

[kinnie]

[ he relaxes slightly, muscles growing less firm at daan's touch. then comes a slow sigh, and he looks away with all of the shame of a small boy. ]

...A few days now. [ a beat. ] There was a lot going on, and I didn't think it was-- [ a wheeze. ] serious enough to warrant...coming here. Or telling you. So.

[limbical]

A few days.

[There's a heavy sigh from Daan, the kind that definitely lays out hey wow I'm annoyed AND disappointed.]

You know how we've had this song and dance before? Being able to rely on each other and such. Even if I absolutely hated letting you see how that stupid game about rabbits and cats and whatever affected me, I still knew you'd come for me. That you'd... make sure I was okay.

[Daan's hand slips away, and he folds his arms.] But clearly, you need a reminder in your case. Yes, I've been volunteering my services, but you will always be first in my care.

...I mean that. So. [He huffs and looks away.] Do you understand?

[kinnie]

[ it stings -- he knows it's his fault but he still winces like a dumb dog. ]

Yeah. I would. Always.

[ daan says that and -- cloud rolls his head back up, staring at the ceiling. this thing they were caught in only grew more and more difficult to escape by the day.

an "i understand" would make this easier. maybe it's the flower flu, whatever the hell they called this, but cloud does not feel like being easy today. ]

...You should be putting yourself first. You know that, right? [ clearly not. ] It's always...someone else. And never you. But you can't live like that. You're gonna get yourself hurt -- even, [ wheeze. ] worse...killed.

There's no reason I should be a priority. Don't be stupid, Daan.

[limbical]

There's every reason I'd make you my priority. [Daan scoffs.] And I despise the concept of us being unbalanced.

[Which is ironic. He feels like it is. He doesn't want to think about why, he can't.]

I'm supposed to rely on you, but then you decide you can just fuck off and do what you want for yourself, even at your own detriment. Do you think I'd be happy with that? Because I can assure you that I am quite the opposite right now. So don't be stupid yourself, Cloud.

I am going to give you medication to help with the symptoms. When you're feeling better, we can... discuss actual treatment.

[kinnie]

[ well here he is, blinking awkwardly, flustered as he looks around. he's really done it now; it's not often that daan gets this cutting, this ice cold, but he can't quite give into it either. ]

...What do you mean every reason? We aren't--... unbalanced. You've-- [ wheeze. ] done plenty. I didn't fuck off, it was just...

[ a sigh. ]

You mean sex. It's always sex. [ cloud rubs at his forehead. ]

Hey. Lighten up. It's-- [ he hacks up a few petals. ] not a big deal.

[limbical]

[Every reason. He knows those reasons, and Daan just... doesn't elaborate on it, he doesn't know if that's smart to do right now in the heart of the moment.]

What? You can come to my rescue at my every inconvenience, but if I expect you to rely on me it's suddenly a problem for you. That's unbalanced and I don't care for it.

...Yes, sex. In this place, it's what it comes down to.

[Daan arches a brow and peers down at him.] If it wasn't a big deal, then what would've been the problem coming to me? You also might be more convincing if you weren't coughing up flowers.

[There's a pause as he stops one of the nurses.] Excuse me. If you could get me a syringe so I can take care of this patient who is distinctly testing my patience. Thank you.

[kinnie]

I do rely on you. More than I should. I don't-- want to be the way I was before, alright?

[ another wheeze. his head pulses; he doesn't understand what exactly he's just said. before. who was he before? ]

...You've already seen me...in states nobody was supposed to. [ a beat. ] ...I knew-- if I came here, you'd drop everything for me. That's... just who you are.

[ his eyes flicker away. ]

But I... I don't want that for you.

[limbical]

[Interesting thing to say. He isn't sure exactly what Cloud means by "before", but it's something to dig into. There's a pause, Daan's irritation fading somewhat; he pulls over a stool and slowly sits down across from Cloud.]

...Yes, well. You've seen me in similar states. Ones I'd rather nobody else ever had.

[He looks down for a moment, then holds out his hand to Cloud.]

I'd drop everything for you because it's you, Cloud. Because... I want to. Because you're important to me. Mere words don't exactly say it well for me, but that is the truth.

[With a hint of wryness, he adds:] If we were strangers, I would still help you, but I'd certainly make you wait in line.

[kinnie]

[ he remembers -- when they were strangers and cloud was in over his head, burdened with an embarrassing, childlike crush. his fingers are clammy, awkwardly fumbling for daan's hand. but his grip is tight; certain.

he'd always wanted to be special to someone. ]

...I don't know what I did-- [ a pause. ] to deserve...whatever this is. What Zack did...Tifa and Aerith and... you.

[ another wheeze, this one strong enough to wrack the table. ]

...It scares me sometimes.

[limbical]

Cloud...

[Gently, he squeezes Cloud's hand, anxiously waiting for the medication from one of the nurses. For now, it's just them.]

You've dropped everything to help me when I needed you to. Protect me. And I like it when we're just doing what we want with each other. Talking, drinking, or whatever. You can be kind. Supportive. ...Sweet. Don't get me wrong, you can be a fucking brat too, but even then... even then, I don't really mind it.

You make me feel... like someone worthwhile. If anything, I struggle to know what it is you could possibly see in me.

[kinnie]

You are.

[ he says that much firmly -- there is so little he truly knows, but he's entirely certain of this. ]

You're worth it to me.

[limbical]

...Then that's how it is for me, Cloud.

You're always worth it to me. You're not a burden on me. You never will be.

[kinnie]

...Daan, I--

[ he's always on the verge of saying something. but it crawls beneath his tongue, hiding in its underside.

cloud hacks out a few petals; a hand clasps over his mouth. ]

Never mind. [ a beat. ] Burden or not, you can't spend the whole day here...

[limbical]

[There's a curious look in Daan's eye, curious to know what it is Cloud plans to say. But there's coughing, petals, and Cloud decides to leave the topic alone, whatever it was.

And maybe Daan's pushed enough.]

Well. How about after we deal with your symptoms, I'll agree to give myself a break and leave for the rest of the day.

How's that?

[kinnie]

[ it's fine. don't worry about it, buddy. ]

You already know what the cure is. [ he says very flatly. ] Same shit, different-- [ HACK. ] ...day.

[limbical]

Sure. But I'm going to help with the symptoms so you're not just hacking up plants during the whole thing.

[He says it wryly, glancing over his shoulder.

Finally, the nurse returns with a bottle and a syringe.]

You okay with a needle? [It's quietly spoken.]

[kinnie]

What, you don't-- [ WHEEZE. ] want me to-- [ HACK. ] cough all over you mid session?

[ he's joking. obviously. before the needle's mentioned, that is. his face sours, a flash of something inexplicable in his eyes. ]

... [ a beat. he nods slowly before squeezing his eyes shut. ] Just... do it whenever.

[limbical]

[Daan cracks a smile briefly at the bit of joking, but it fades when he focuses on Cloud. He's not unfamiliar with people being afraid of doctors and needles, but... with Cloud, it seems like a truly deep rooted trauma.]

I'll take care of it.

[There's one last squeeze to Cloud's hand, then Daan slips his grip away to prepare. Disposable gloves are snapped on, the syringe filled, and he pauses. He'd like to distract Cloud in some way before he does anything.

So he leans in, gently pressing his lips to Cloud's just before he injects the medication into his arm.]

[kinnie]

[ bittersweet, isn't it?

cloud leans into the kiss, melting into it in spite of the tension locking up his body. the syringe pierces him, and it's as if he's underwater for a second--

before he opens his eyes to daan again, the slightest bit dizzied. ]

...I'm--

[ a beat. ]

...I'm fine.

[limbical]

[The dazed look in Cloud's eyes gives Daan pause, and he pulls the needle out before applying a bandage. The syringe is disposed off, and Daan snaps off the gloves. Reaching out, he touches Cloud's cheek.]

You sure? Don't mind my fussing, but I'd hate to see you faint right now. I don't think I'm quite strong enough to carry you.