un: jaycetalis | voice

[hexcope]

[The voice of a mid-thirties man, who sounds absolutely exhausted:]

So.

Who broke it?

I'm not mad. I just want to know. And have a long conversation about respecting shared resources.

[This is, of course, in reference to the now damaged blue trolley line.]

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Cw: ableism (affectionate)

[levindicated]

He’s not capable of fun. It’s a medical condition. Be nice to him, there’s no such thing as a crutch for a brain.

Kitten.

[badlydisarmed]

I'm incapable of being nice to people, it's also a medical condition. We all got crosses to bear and all, bumblebee.

Hope he gets better soon though.

[levindicated]

Is that so? Is that why you’re crippled, or has the crippling soured you, sweetheart?

[badlydisarmed]

Aw, are we looking for a genuine emotional connection? I was born an asshole, the crippling just made it worse.

Call me sweetheart again, it made me feel all fuzzy inside.

[levindicated]

Want me to look into your eyes this time?

[badlydisarmed]

Yeah. Also, drop your voice real low and speak in a southern accent.

[levindicated]

If you want it any deeper, you’re going to have to roll over next to me in the morning to hear it.

[badlydisarmed]

Oh wow. You know, I didn't think I was into that, you made it sound so appealing.

Am I bicurious now? Is that the word? Gee, I'm actually a little flustered. Forget the accent, it'd be too much.

[levindicated]

Bi-what-now? [People said words he didn’t know on the daily, and he was tired of pretending to know what they meant. This was more efficient.]

You’re trying to flatter an old man, are you?

[badlydisarmed]

Portmanteau of bisexual and curious. Very modern word, I'm hip and air quotation marks, with it.

And I'd never try to flatter anyone on purpose. Define old, we're flirting now, tell me what you're wearing.

[levindicated]

[ok. He doesn’t want to ask again though. This seems simple enough, right? He knows what bi usually means. You’ve got your bicorns. Your bicentennials.]

[But more interestingly and more importantly, there’s the sexual part. Even without the bi bit, he’s now sexually curious apparently.]

There’s plenty of men older than me, sure. But I’m over the hill. Can’t move like I used to. Slowing down, whether I like it or not.

[What was he wearing?]

I’m not dressed like a brothel maiden, don’t get too excited. Bit warm for the traveling leathers, so I’m wearing a jumpsuit in the workshop- provided you don’t pack it with explosives and bring it crumbling down.

Are you crippled in a way that makes you a rubbish lay?

[badlydisarmed]

[ oh fuck. is that cute? that's kind of cute. this started with him being a dick and now he's no longer sure of what he's doing. it's too late to quit, though. if this ends up with him getting folded like an accordion by a man twice his size, then, well, so be it. ]

Missing left arm above the elbow, but I'm very dexterous with my right.

What does a brothel maiden dress like? The jumpsuit's boring, if I'm picturing a burly guy, I'm gonna picture him with lacy stockings and a low cleavage.

Video;

[levindicated]

Colorful silks. Low cut bodices- come on. You know what I’m talking about.

[Burly? He’s not about to describe himself. That’s humiliating.]

[So instead he turns on the video feed. And there he is, in a mechanic’s jumpsuit stained with machine oil, a shirt that used to be white- in front of the stone walls of a castle with drawings and bits of machinery strewn about. ]

You’re picturing me in lacy stockings?

[He asks, wincingly, as he takes out a smoke and sticks it in his mouth. ]

» video

[badlydisarmed]

[ Oh fuck, the guy's camera's on now. Of course the guy is actually twice his size, though less Schwarzenegger-as-Conan than he expected. Is that a good thing? He's not sure. This is completely new territory for him, no one ever lets things escalate.

But hey, maybe Twinky Arnold will drop this now that he'll see what he looks like. Maybe the guy is still playing and the game will stop being fun now. That'd be easy, it'd for sure save him hours of lying awake at night rethinking all of his life choices, including this one.

Because of course he's turning on his own camera feed, he's no better than Icarus flying too close to the sun, except in this case the sun is probably this guy's dick and the ocean is some sort sexual identity crisis.

Robert was a redhead back when he still had hair. The beard is still mostly red, though it's increasingly going white. He's wearing hospital scrubs and a white lab coat, and while he puts on a good front he does look vaguely flustered. ]

I was. Lacy stockings and a burlesque dress— black one, with pink accents. Thigh high boots with spiky heels. Way better than what you're wearing right now. Would you wear a dress if I got you one?

[levindicated]

Would a dress somehow subdue the panic you’re feeling in regard to your obvious attraction to me?

Listen, it wouldn’t help. Inevitably, all the clothes end up on the floor anyway. Then you’ve got no skirt to hang the last bit of your shame on.

[Cid isn’t a shallow man, not really. Especially since most trysts are done nearly black-out drunk with the lights off. And he’s a man’s man. He’s unfair got all his hair, just a few sun spots on his skin to betray his age.]

But we both know a petticoat hardly suits me.

[badlydisarmed]

First, I wouldn't call it panic. [ He knows what panic feels like, if he were panicking he'd have folded already.

In a way this is much worse because he's pretty sure he likes it. ]

Second, and more importantly, what is the end goal here? If you're sweet talking to me just for fun, that's great, just let me know so I can record you. I can use it as ASMR later, give myself some peaceful sleep.

[levindicated]

You started it, I’m just finishing it.

[badlydisarmed]

Yeah, yeah, I made my bed, et cetera. That doesn't tell me how you want to finish it.

[levindicated]

Well, since this all started with a threat- anything more peaceable than that is ideal, innit?

[badlydisarmed]

What threat? I was asking a purely hypothetical and obviously hyperbolic question. You people are so touchy.

[levindicated]

Just ‘cause you’re pathetic or harmless hardly meant your allies are. What’s more, you defend this position too readily. Drop it.

[badlydisarmed]

I'm offended by your assumption I have any allies. I liked you better when you were calling me sweetheart.

[levindicated]

Just flapping your gums at passerby, then? Don’t worry, I can go back to calling you sweetheart if you promise to behave. Come by the castle and I’ll even let you lay at my feet.

[badlydisarmed]

[ Robert's learning so much about himself with this conversation, namely that he'd absolutely go for blowing this guy if the opportunity presented itself.

Unfortunately, he likes his limbs too much to willingly walk into Joss Sweden's residence. ]

Sorry, Buttercup. I'm dumb enough to antagonize Mister Big Sword, but I'm never stepping into his actual house willingly.

Drop by the hospital sometime, I'll drop to my knees for you there.

[levindicated]

[He kinda wants to see if he’ll actually do it though.]

The hospital…? Sounds like you’ve got your hand full already. But I might be able to find time to pay you a visit.