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I figured as much, Steven. Even I am a ghost of sorts. You would not miss her so terribly were she here. In fact, I'm sure that I would have met her by now.
[But he wasn't specific, and his mind was on Charley rather than...]
I mean the other girl, Entrapta.
[But he wasn't specific, and his mind was on Charley rather than...]
I mean the other girl, Entrapta.
Oh. Right. She's mostly traveling around with Winter, who's her companion and bodyguard and best friend. They'll go to a city and he'll take some work to get them funds and she'll explore around and eventually they'll travel to the next one. They're both breeders, I think? Entrapta definitely is.
Currently, though, they're both here in Goldenrod and probably will be until the Sinnoh Trip. Not sure about after.
Currently, though, they're both here in Goldenrod and probably will be until the Sinnoh Trip. Not sure about after.
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I should be quick about it then, shouldn’t I? It would be wise for me to speak to another breeder now and again, I suppose.
[ He makes a note to send her a message a little while later. ]
Well, is that all of your latest gossip, Steven?
[ He makes a note to send her a message a little while later. ]
Well, is that all of your latest gossip, Steven?
Think so. Spinel and I are going to a dog show this afternoon. I promised to help her get a shiny.
Oh, but you should know—that guy with the pigeon you helped the other day? He knows Dirk from back home.
[If you want a reason to cultivate John in the future, Hythlo.]
Oh, but you should know—that guy with the pigeon you helped the other day? He knows Dirk from back home.
[If you want a reason to cultivate John in the future, Hythlo.]
Oh is he? That is a fascinating little piece of information to know. Well worth the lie I’ll have to come up with later.
[ He sighs. ]
I would not ordinarily mind, but Hades is a man who knows my mind as well as I do. You know well enough to corroborate anything that he asks about me, I’m sure.
[ He sighs. ]
I would not ordinarily mind, but Hades is a man who knows my mind as well as I do. You know well enough to corroborate anything that he asks about me, I’m sure.
Of course.
[He chuckles.]
Thought you'd be intrigued. Let me know if anything interesting happens with John?
[He chuckles.]
Thought you'd be intrigued. Let me know if anything interesting happens with John?
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Oh boy, I just love how Hades feels so free to constantly verbally shit on me, treaty or no treaty, and then dares to say he's abiding by the spirit of it. I really do.
Tell him I'm not interested in troll romance with him. And if he doesn't know what that is, make Dirk explain it.
Alright now take a picture of his face and send it to me.
Sadly, I can't. The entire conversation is taking place as text.
As ever I suppose I am forced to improvise and compromise...
I'm sure you can imagine it.
But seriously, if you want to embarrass them both (as I'm sure you do), see if you can make Dirk explain troll romance with Hades there.
But seriously, if you want to embarrass them both (as I'm sure you do), see if you can make Dirk explain troll romance with Hades there.
Duly noted.
And it appears that you will not need to corroborate any sort of story. I can’t seem to make him take my bait.
And it appears that you will not need to corroborate any sort of story. I can’t seem to make him take my bait.
Oh. Sorry about that.
I should tell you my good news, though. I got my promotion without needing to recruit you.
But if you ever do decide you don't want to give Hades anywhere that he'll be free of you...
I should tell you my good news, though. I got my promotion without needing to recruit you.
But if you ever do decide you don't want to give Hades anywhere that he'll be free of you...
That is good, Steven. It is good when hard work is recognized.
I shall consider it.
I shall consider it.
Well, you can take your time now and get some breeding projects done first.
What did you think you'd need me to corroborate on, anyway?
What did you think you'd need me to corroborate on, anyway?
They can be, I'm not against such a thing but not when it's from someone I know absolutely nothing about. [And then promptly never hears from again, but that isn't something he's about to say aloud. Everything had its place and its purpose, who was he to judge if that was what someone wanted?
He certainly isn't wrong about the self-esteem differences between them and he's quiet as he watches him move and remove that sling. Truly, he's fairly curious still about how he ended up in such a situation, but he won't pry. Merely be a tad bit impressed that he's even remotely removing it for these purposes. He's... seen people in such a situation and they seemed to not want to move their injured arm in the slightest.]
Ah, right. If I need to move again or if something becomes uncomfortable, just let me know. That's the exact opposite of what we want here, after all. [He's not wrong and he's quite quick to help move, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips once again before it's gone as quick as it came. Seems to be a habit with him.
It's certainly not fair that he can move like that, either, tight muscle that is honestly more impressive than it has any right to be but his attention is shifted away from that as that finger finds his jaw and he can feel his breath catch in his throat, almost afraid to breathe for a moment or two while he traces, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Slowly he can finally release that breath, feeling the red burning at his cheeks. It's stupid, he knows it, but he can't quite help it.]
There's something to be said for a gentle touch in many a thing, you... aren't incorrect about it. Obviously. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone on the last part, knowing full well his own reaction to this amount of nonsense. Nor has he not noticed what he's looking at his his hand goes flat, a brow raised slowly.]
Contrast is a powerful force in many different kinds of art, whether it be deep and rich baritones mixed with light and airy treble or the night sky to the bright morning. No matter how many times you see it, it still causes a moment of awe in how natural they work together.
[Perhaps that's ridiculous, but he doesn't mind in the slightest. Hands moving to find places to rest, one returning to his thigh while the other goes back to mapping muscle once again.]
Admittedly, I'm quite fond of contrasts instead of the complimentary.
He certainly isn't wrong about the self-esteem differences between them and he's quiet as he watches him move and remove that sling. Truly, he's fairly curious still about how he ended up in such a situation, but he won't pry. Merely be a tad bit impressed that he's even remotely removing it for these purposes. He's... seen people in such a situation and they seemed to not want to move their injured arm in the slightest.]
Ah, right. If I need to move again or if something becomes uncomfortable, just let me know. That's the exact opposite of what we want here, after all. [He's not wrong and he's quite quick to help move, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips once again before it's gone as quick as it came. Seems to be a habit with him.
It's certainly not fair that he can move like that, either, tight muscle that is honestly more impressive than it has any right to be but his attention is shifted away from that as that finger finds his jaw and he can feel his breath catch in his throat, almost afraid to breathe for a moment or two while he traces, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Slowly he can finally release that breath, feeling the red burning at his cheeks. It's stupid, he knows it, but he can't quite help it.]
There's something to be said for a gentle touch in many a thing, you... aren't incorrect about it. Obviously. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone on the last part, knowing full well his own reaction to this amount of nonsense. Nor has he not noticed what he's looking at his his hand goes flat, a brow raised slowly.]
Contrast is a powerful force in many different kinds of art, whether it be deep and rich baritones mixed with light and airy treble or the night sky to the bright morning. No matter how many times you see it, it still causes a moment of awe in how natural they work together.
[Perhaps that's ridiculous, but he doesn't mind in the slightest. Hands moving to find places to rest, one returning to his thigh while the other goes back to mapping muscle once again.]
Admittedly, I'm quite fond of contrasts instead of the complimentary.
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You will find that I have no such issue speaking my mind, so you needn’t worry.
[He pulls his hand up until it is just his fingertips making contact, hand brushing down until it finally, finally meets Johann’s cock and he holds it gently in his hand as his thumb brushes against the shaft. ]
I cannot help but wonder what sort of contrasts you might house within you. You seem a complimentary type... Describe to me how you will take me.
[He pulls his hand up until it is just his fingertips making contact, hand brushing down until it finally, finally meets Johann’s cock and he holds it gently in his hand as his thumb brushes against the shaft. ]
I cannot help but wonder what sort of contrasts you might house within you. You seem a complimentary type... Describe to me how you will take me.
[He knows well what the end goal is here, he has to, given everything. But there's still something almost unexpected in the way those fingers move and finally make contact. Really, he can't help a quick intake of breath at such a simple thing.
During all of this he'd mostly ignored the fact that he'd been ready for this mess for quite a while now. But when his focus is settled on exploring and listening, it's not uncommon for him.
Settling into the contact he finds himself trying to press further into him, attempting to pull his brain back.]
Ah... [Words are quite hard, really.] Admittedly, I know I'm out of my depth here, but I'm quite fond of the tease. Slow, steady, but deliberate. Though I do wonder, with what I have seen, if there is a point to where it becomes frustrating enough to warrant bargaining, pleading, that sort of thing. [He's quiet for a moment before letting one of his blunt nails lightly dig into Hythlo's thigh.]
I admit I'm also curious how such a beautiful porcelain complexion might look covered in different marks. I'm sure pinks, blues, and purples would look particularly wonderful... [There's that bit of a smile again before he's shifting to push forward against him, lips grazing against skin.]
A lot of factors there, but it wouldn't be the first time I've had to juggle the unknown and compel it into a pleasing state.
During all of this he'd mostly ignored the fact that he'd been ready for this mess for quite a while now. But when his focus is settled on exploring and listening, it's not uncommon for him.
Settling into the contact he finds himself trying to press further into him, attempting to pull his brain back.]
Ah... [Words are quite hard, really.] Admittedly, I know I'm out of my depth here, but I'm quite fond of the tease. Slow, steady, but deliberate. Though I do wonder, with what I have seen, if there is a point to where it becomes frustrating enough to warrant bargaining, pleading, that sort of thing. [He's quiet for a moment before letting one of his blunt nails lightly dig into Hythlo's thigh.]
I admit I'm also curious how such a beautiful porcelain complexion might look covered in different marks. I'm sure pinks, blues, and purples would look particularly wonderful... [There's that bit of a smile again before he's shifting to push forward against him, lips grazing against skin.]
A lot of factors there, but it wouldn't be the first time I've had to juggle the unknown and compel it into a pleasing state.
[ His words, his nails upon his thigh are enough to draw new heat to that weighty thing between his legs. ]
How surprising, yet in the most wonderful of ways. You would take me gently, then, all the while pressing me and marking me.
I would encourage you to do this, to leave the most magnificent of marks you can that I might marvel over them and watch their colors change in the coming week.
[ He closes the distance between their lips as his gives him a single, tight squeeze. ]
How surprising, yet in the most wonderful of ways. You would take me gently, then, all the while pressing me and marking me.
I would encourage you to do this, to leave the most magnificent of marks you can that I might marvel over them and watch their colors change in the coming week.
[ He closes the distance between their lips as his gives him a single, tight squeeze. ]
[Often that's usually met with less than satisfying responses, but he has once again taken him off his guard and he's suddenly glad about these decisions. No laughter, no derision, nothing of that sort.
It's nice, really.]
That is something I can absolutely do. [Certainly something he can put his energy into and be rather ecstatic about doing so. The kiss is met with a seemingly renewed bit of vigor, shifting just somewhat to steal a particularly sharp and quick bite at his lower lip. Hips pushing further into his hand with just a singular motion. Though he might still be, somewhat, at a bit of a loss for how to go about this.
And exactly why he's breaking their contact for a brief moment, just far enough to graze his lips while.]
I... might be at somewhat of a loss for how positioning here might work, I have to admit. Usually it tends to be the other way 'round. [At least he's honest about it?]
It's nice, really.]
That is something I can absolutely do. [Certainly something he can put his energy into and be rather ecstatic about doing so. The kiss is met with a seemingly renewed bit of vigor, shifting just somewhat to steal a particularly sharp and quick bite at his lower lip. Hips pushing further into his hand with just a singular motion. Though he might still be, somewhat, at a bit of a loss for how to go about this.
And exactly why he's breaking their contact for a brief moment, just far enough to graze his lips while.]
I... might be at somewhat of a loss for how positioning here might work, I have to admit. Usually it tends to be the other way 'round. [At least he's honest about it?]
[ He gasps softly, thoroughly pleased. That admission earns a little laugh from him, though not malicious by any means. ]
Were I you and you were me, I might find the most prudence in breaking up my duties. That I might start with your mouth and work my way down. At the same time, I might consider if I would prefer to watch your face as you came undone... or if I might want to put you in your place with your face against the mattress.
That is to say, we may as well accept the disparity in our heights and revel in such. Though injured, I am strong and flexible and I will be able to do whatever you would have of me.
[ He gives him another encouraging squeeze and a warm, if not slightly smug smile ]
Were I you and you were me, I might find the most prudence in breaking up my duties. That I might start with your mouth and work my way down. At the same time, I might consider if I would prefer to watch your face as you came undone... or if I might want to put you in your place with your face against the mattress.
That is to say, we may as well accept the disparity in our heights and revel in such. Though injured, I am strong and flexible and I will be able to do whatever you would have of me.
[ He gives him another encouraging squeeze and a warm, if not slightly smug smile ]
Mm, I suppose that would make the most sense. And I'm glad to hear that, I had been wondering if I needed to be careful because of your injury, but I'm quite glad to hear that's not necessarily the case. [As if he could do much damage to him to begin with, but it at least puts his mind at ease.
Luckily he doesn't waste time on the situation to drag him back into another kiss, a little more aggressive than he had been previously. He's almost hoping that it can distract him a bit to what he's up to, the hand on his thigh moving towards his cock to brush fingertips against him before resting them just out of reach but easily moved once more if he needs to.
His other hand pressed against him previous slides to lightly circle around a nipple before grazing past it. Little teases, simply to see his reactions and just gauging when and where he should be moving next. Such as feeling out a new instrument to find the proper way to play it, after all.]
Luckily he doesn't waste time on the situation to drag him back into another kiss, a little more aggressive than he had been previously. He's almost hoping that it can distract him a bit to what he's up to, the hand on his thigh moving towards his cock to brush fingertips against him before resting them just out of reach but easily moved once more if he needs to.
His other hand pressed against him previous slides to lightly circle around a nipple before grazing past it. Little teases, simply to see his reactions and just gauging when and where he should be moving next. Such as feeling out a new instrument to find the proper way to play it, after all.]
[He sighs before he starts typing.]
That which I cannot tell him, rather. The lie I would have given him in its place. He knows my heart and mind too well, and there is little I would ever hide from him.
I fear this is worse than the secret itself. I told him that I would tell him when the time was right, and I have his trust enough that he will not pry before then.
I have made miscalculations I know, simply ones worse than I had previously anticipated.
That which I cannot tell him, rather. The lie I would have given him in its place. He knows my heart and mind too well, and there is little I would ever hide from him.
I fear this is worse than the secret itself. I told him that I would tell him when the time was right, and I have his trust enough that he will not pry before then.
I have made miscalculations I know, simply ones worse than I had previously anticipated.
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