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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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“Um, I don’t really know what— what timeline I’m in, right now,” he mumbled as a reply. “So I am just trying to find where um - if there’s a common— This is a lot different than I expected,” he explained in a bit of a rush. “With the slave ships and the Masked Death Crusaders and the Mermaid Zombies - I can’t even start to figure out what— where this is supposed to be, or when, or—” Oh no. It had all started to spill out and he had to bite into his cheek to stop himself, closing his eyes shut tight. He took a breath. When he opened them again, he started rummaging around, trying to find a drink.
That was a bad sign. He hated drinking. But even he felt like he needed one, right now.
“Okay, um, start with the easiest? How long have you been- um - here. Forever? Do you remember anything else, or — I mean - Death Brigade did say something weird about - worlds and - times, but I thought he meant that the timeline had just gotten - gotten really badly broken, so I— Do you know me from here, or - or from Toronto, or—”