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westwhere2021-05-09 09:21 pm
descendency) wrote in westwhere2021-05-09 09:21 pm
one day I might not make it back home (may catch-all)
WHO: Mingyu and YOU
WHEN: All through the month babes.
WHERE: House of Dew, on the road, wherever.
WHAT: Slutty, slutty CR.
WARNINGS: He's a hooker it WILL get sexual. Otherwise no real warnings yet. Will update. DM/PM/plurk me for prompts/whatever.
dreaming of foxes
At least this client was a kind one. Those could be few and far between, in this line of work. The House of Dew kept its business, and by extension its patrons, orderly enough, but the professional respect afforded Mingyu by most clients was not the same thing as genuine kindness.
He was patient with Mingyu, understanding when Mingyu apologized for how frazzled, how distracted he was. Refused an offer to reschedule, to discount his rate. They sat and talked for a good portion of the session before getting down to, how to say, the main event.
Mingyu even felt a little relaxed by the end of it, though the fox tattoo he was carefully keeping out of sight of his guest felt like it was searing into his skin with how hyper-aware he remained of it. It was moving. It had started moving when the ship carrying Archeval's pet project drew near to the ports. It was all he could think about, though he'd rushed back to the House of Dew only partway into the rescue attempts in an effort to stay in the house's good graces as he did not know how much longer he would remain reliant on his employment here.
Now he was just waiting for his client to go, unable to bear to rush him even though they were past their time because he'd been kind.
"See you again soon?" the guest asked, and Mingyu smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I should be so lucky," he replied smoothly, well-practiced, slow to slip his robe back on because a man would forgive a great many things about your mood if enough skin was on display.
WHEN: All through the month babes.
WHERE: House of Dew, on the road, wherever.
WHAT: Slutty, slutty CR.
WARNINGS: He's a hooker it WILL get sexual. Otherwise no real warnings yet. Will update. DM/PM/plurk me for prompts/whatever.
dreaming of foxes
At least this client was a kind one. Those could be few and far between, in this line of work. The House of Dew kept its business, and by extension its patrons, orderly enough, but the professional respect afforded Mingyu by most clients was not the same thing as genuine kindness.
He was patient with Mingyu, understanding when Mingyu apologized for how frazzled, how distracted he was. Refused an offer to reschedule, to discount his rate. They sat and talked for a good portion of the session before getting down to, how to say, the main event.
Mingyu even felt a little relaxed by the end of it, though the fox tattoo he was carefully keeping out of sight of his guest felt like it was searing into his skin with how hyper-aware he remained of it. It was moving. It had started moving when the ship carrying Archeval's pet project drew near to the ports. It was all he could think about, though he'd rushed back to the House of Dew only partway into the rescue attempts in an effort to stay in the house's good graces as he did not know how much longer he would remain reliant on his employment here.
Now he was just waiting for his client to go, unable to bear to rush him even though they were past their time because he'd been kind.
"See you again soon?" the guest asked, and Mingyu smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"I should be so lucky," he replied smoothly, well-practiced, slow to slip his robe back on because a man would forgive a great many things about your mood if enough skin was on display.
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When Mingyu is done with the bottle, he tugs it back for a moment to stare up at the dark ceiling. ]
Rest well. I'm not sorry you're not here because you'd absolutely be into the booze and already crying about leaving Cindy by now. ...and say hello to that old friend of yours for me, I suppose.
[ it's a lie. He's always sorry Rynn's not here. But Mingyu probably understands that, if anyone does.
Arche takes one more swig from the bottle before figuring he should take a break for a little while, nudging it back in the other direction. ]
....and no, believe me, you had some of the same manner about you. I'm not going to tell you about all the annoying things he liked to do because you'll promptly adopt half of them immediately just to irritate me. And I'll be too guilty to bother you into stopping. [ giving a little hmph, and then a dry look in Mingyu's direction: ]
Anyhow, this isn't about me. I believe you came down here to complain my ear off, now didn't you? I'll have you know I was still in the middle of coordinating the whole damn op and the comm chatter was such a mess I barely had time to get in touch with the people inside the damn ship--...
[ nothing does the trick for putting a fellow asshole at ease like a good petty argument, right? Right. Not that he's doing this to comfort Mingyu or anything silly like that, it's simply unreasonable to expect Arche to busy himself playing messenger at such a crucial moment...
But as they sit there over their late dinner sniping at each other about the nitpicky details of the whole matter, perhaps -- just perhaps -- he feels a little more steady himself. ]