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IC; Duplicity Inbox
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There is something to be said for being a night owl. Jacob has always been nocturnal, to some degree, because the nature of his work has demanded it. He's used to dozing in the warm space between a cluster of chimneys or tumbling into the sheets fully clothed at dawn and sleeping until lunch. It's worked, even if Evie has nothing good to say about it.
That's why now, in the middle of the night, he's just coming back. Not from anything interesting, just taking a turn out on the rooftops. This is why he enters the room via the window, and not the door. He left it slightly ajar so he could get back in that way, although a blade through the catch would have done the same job.
He's not expecting the other occupant of the room to be in- why should he? There are lots of fun things to do at night in this city, ones that don't involve climbing through windows. Most of them don't involve clothes. Hellboy seems the adventurous sort, from the little Jacob knows of him. Adventurous enough to let a perfect stranger get him off in a public thoroughfare anyway.
The memory has him grinning as he shuts the window behind him with a faint click.
That's why now, in the middle of the night, he's just coming back. Not from anything interesting, just taking a turn out on the rooftops. This is why he enters the room via the window, and not the door. He left it slightly ajar so he could get back in that way, although a blade through the catch would have done the same job.
He's not expecting the other occupant of the room to be in- why should he? There are lots of fun things to do at night in this city, ones that don't involve climbing through windows. Most of them don't involve clothes. Hellboy seems the adventurous sort, from the little Jacob knows of him. Adventurous enough to let a perfect stranger get him off in a public thoroughfare anyway.
The memory has him grinning as he shuts the window behind him with a faint click.
It's been a long, pretty strange night. Though Hellboy has had far longer and stranger ones, nights that seemed to last years, fighting his way through an endless snowstorm or just waiting out the arc of the stars on a ship full of ghosts. But this has definitely been something he'd qualify as weirder than most, even if he's come out the other side without any new scars to speak of for once.
He's stretched out on one of the beds, his hoofed feet sticking out over the end, left arm curled up behind his head and his right hand spread over his bare chest. Besides his breathing and the tip of his tail twitching gently where it's lying on the floor, he's completely still and might easily be asleep. He's not, though, mostly because the tequila and whatever he was dosed with at the club is still running warm and prickly in his blood, keeping his mind from drifting into much needed oblivion.
The draft of cool wet November air that slides into the room as the window eases opens doesn't prompt him to open his eyes. He doesn't bother wondering why Jacob has decided to come in that way, figuring he'll find that out eventually, and lets him get all the way in before he speaks up, a low gravel rumble of sound.
"Have fun out there?"
He's stretched out on one of the beds, his hoofed feet sticking out over the end, left arm curled up behind his head and his right hand spread over his bare chest. Besides his breathing and the tip of his tail twitching gently where it's lying on the floor, he's completely still and might easily be asleep. He's not, though, mostly because the tequila and whatever he was dosed with at the club is still running warm and prickly in his blood, keeping his mind from drifting into much needed oblivion.
The draft of cool wet November air that slides into the room as the window eases opens doesn't prompt him to open his eyes. He doesn't bother wondering why Jacob has decided to come in that way, figuring he'll find that out eventually, and lets him get all the way in before he speaks up, a low gravel rumble of sound.
"Have fun out there?"
[ literally the morning after their fun at insecurity, harley's having something of an identity crisis. ]
so you should probably know there's another me here now
not really sure on the deets yet but
apparently multiple universes are a thing?
and i thought you should know about it if we're
hanging out
so you should probably know there's another me here now
not really sure on the deets yet but
apparently multiple universes are a thing?
and i thought you should know about it if we're
hanging out
[ Hey, he's had worse messages out of the blue. And the sight of her contact on his screen makes him smile a little. ]
multiple universes?
you sure she's not a changeling?
try to get her near some iron, they hate that. really easy tell.
used to keep a horseshoe on me for that but I lost it coming here
could use a fire poker or something
multiple universes?
you sure she's not a changeling?
try to get her near some iron, they hate that. really easy tell.
used to keep a horseshoe on me for that but I lost it coming here
could use a fire poker or something
Interesting fact: beds in the room can be pushed together.
Second interesting fact: When pushed together, the diagonal length is about 7ft.
Conclusion: Your feet won't stick out over the edge.
Second interesting fact: When pushed together, the diagonal length is about 7ft.
Conclusion: Your feet won't stick out over the edge.
[ she'd promised hellboy a movie night and on that front she knows how to deliver — especially since this is one of the last nights she's going to have in this place before she officially makes the move to the new spot she's got all picked out, a warehouse in the down that is definitely going to be more of a fixer-upper but some place that she actually looks at and feels more of herself in.
by the time she's down there, she's going to have to wrangle more in the way of furniture, but now, here, she's cleared off the couch and even cleaned up the coffee table in front of it, mostly so she can replace it with the array of snacks she's picked out for them to munch on while they dive into their viewing options. right now, she's standing up, though, fingers dancing in the air as she tries to count off everything because she feels like there might be something missing. ]
And I'm thinkin' we can put in an order for pizza, so that can show up whenever... [ she taps her fingers against her lips, glancing to where he's already made himself comfortable on one side of the sofa. (bruce, of course, has claimed his regular chair for himself and is currently chewing very happily on a fresh bone brought to him by their guest.) ]
Oh! Drinks. [ she snaps her fingers. ] You want beer, or... ?
by the time she's down there, she's going to have to wrangle more in the way of furniture, but now, here, she's cleared off the couch and even cleaned up the coffee table in front of it, mostly so she can replace it with the array of snacks she's picked out for them to munch on while they dive into their viewing options. right now, she's standing up, though, fingers dancing in the air as she tries to count off everything because she feels like there might be something missing. ]
And I'm thinkin' we can put in an order for pizza, so that can show up whenever... [ she taps her fingers against her lips, glancing to where he's already made himself comfortable on one side of the sofa. (bruce, of course, has claimed his regular chair for himself and is currently chewing very happily on a fresh bone brought to him by their guest.) ]
Oh! Drinks. [ she snaps her fingers. ] You want beer, or... ?
[ It hasn't taken long for Hellboy to start feeling comfortable in Harley's apartment, as fancy and unlike his usual haunt as it is. Her personality is everywhere, from the hyena-gnawed chair to the tchotchkes and glittery bits of clothing cast over a few surfaces. Even if it's not somewhere she's going to be staying for much longer, he's glad he can share it with her, glad to be invited in and given somewhere to stay without question.
He's relaxed on the sofa, right arm resting along the back and hoofed feet crossed in front of him, watching his host work down her list of things to do with an air of undisguised amusement and fondness. At her question he crooks a grin. ]
Beer's fine. [ He lets his tail wind out to touch her calf with the tip. ] Though I'd rather have you.
He's relaxed on the sofa, right arm resting along the back and hoofed feet crossed in front of him, watching his host work down her list of things to do with an air of undisguised amusement and fondness. At her question he crooks a grin. ]
Beer's fine. [ He lets his tail wind out to touch her calf with the tip. ] Though I'd rather have you.
Oh, hey. Sure. I'll be back in an hour. [ Please give him time to try to clean the bomb site that is their apartment. ]
[ chances are this will show up either a couple of days early or maybe even the day after christmas, because harley's so scattered that she's just been buying gifts at random.
but left outside the door to hellboy's apartment is a box containing the following: a few simple black t-shirts in his size so he has more of them to wear, a bottle of warming maple-scented massage oil, and a red heart charm, designed to be attached to his collar if he has to wear it while he's in the up. ]
merry xmas red
the shirts are for day
the oil's for night
and the heart's for always
xoxo harley 💋
but left outside the door to hellboy's apartment is a box containing the following: a few simple black t-shirts in his size so he has more of them to wear, a bottle of warming maple-scented massage oil, and a red heart charm, designed to be attached to his collar if he has to wear it while he's in the up. ]
merry xmas red
the shirts are for day
the oil's for night
and the heart's for always
xoxo harley 💋
[ He has to sit and look at that heart charm in the palm of his hand for a little while before he texts her, trying to work out how to respond and failing. ]
hey
thanks for the gifts
hey
thanks for the gifts
[ Mid-afternoon, Gilia is there, with a quiet knock on the door and a absolutely stuffed basket of goods that she had but one recipient for. Waiting patiently to be let in and - if only because she saw who was responding to that broadcast, foul as it was that anyone should stand there and share something like that instead of helping?
She calls, her voice with not an inch of reproach, only that endless, endless concern - ]
Master Hellboy? Tis Gilia, I have some gifts for you.
She calls, her voice with not an inch of reproach, only that endless, endless concern - ]
Master Hellboy? Tis Gilia, I have some gifts for you.
[ She's lucky to find him there; he hasn't been back long, having spent the night elsewhere, sleeping off the booze and everything else. He's alone for the moment, mostly asleep again on the bed, but the knock at the door brings him back up into a deeply hungover existence. He seriously considers ignoring whoever it is, but then Gilia's voice filters through the damp-warped wood and he knows he can't leave here there.
Hauling himself up with a groan, he goes to the door and pulls it open, his expression dark with exhaustion and pain. Bloodied bandages are wrapped around his midsection, though the wounds are mostly healed by now, and he's the worse for wear for having drunk himself unconscious and not bathed since the fight. All in all, he's had better days.
He narrows his eyes around the pounding in his skull and looks down at her. ]
Didn't need to bring me anything.
Hauling himself up with a groan, he goes to the door and pulls it open, his expression dark with exhaustion and pain. Bloodied bandages are wrapped around his midsection, though the wounds are mostly healed by now, and he's the worse for wear for having drunk himself unconscious and not bathed since the fight. All in all, he's had better days.
He narrows his eyes around the pounding in his skull and looks down at her. ]
Didn't need to bring me anything.
| ❝ | DUPLICITY CITATION No. 58982 DATE 12/26/20 Violation: Attacking a Dominant Fine: Public display of submission lasting no less than 6 hours. Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Realignment Center. | ❞ |
[ He's deliberated over this message for days now. Writing and then erasing and then trying again. At last, he seems to come up with something suitable, and then all that's left is to send it.
And wait. ]
Hellboy,
My name is Anduin Wrynn. I hope this message finds you well. Though our mutual friends I've been told that you are recovering from the incident in the market. I hope this to be true, as I have been greatly concerned for you since that night.
I would like the opportunity to speak with you, if you are amenable. If you simply wish to avoid the matter of what happened that night, I will understand and respect your choice. Know that I hold no ill will towards you and only wish to lay certain matters to rest for us both.
If you would agree, please respond at your soonest convenience, and we shall decide on a time and place of meeting.
Light go with you.
Anduin
And wait. ]
Hellboy,
My name is Anduin Wrynn. I hope this message finds you well. Though our mutual friends I've been told that you are recovering from the incident in the market. I hope this to be true, as I have been greatly concerned for you since that night.
I would like the opportunity to speak with you, if you are amenable. If you simply wish to avoid the matter of what happened that night, I will understand and respect your choice. Know that I hold no ill will towards you and only wish to lay certain matters to rest for us both.
If you would agree, please respond at your soonest convenience, and we shall decide on a time and place of meeting.
Light go with you.
Anduin
[ It's not unexpected. He's gleaned a little about the kind of guy Anduin is from Gilia and Jacob, as well as from the handful comments he was able to force himself to read on the network. Like the citation, he tries to ignore it until he can't, which means Anduin might be waiting a day or so for a response. ]
Anduin
you don't owe me anything
we can talk if you want though
HB
Anduin
you don't owe me anything
we can talk if you want though
HB
[The text comes later than he maybe had hoped, both for other things happening after their run-in, Candleglow, citations, and then an hour of finding the contact, pressing the send message button, waiting, typing, deleting, typing again, waiting, and then finally pressing send and finding something else to do while he waited some more.]
I hope you're feeling better
I hope you're feeling better
[ Hellboy has been meaning to reach out, but he's never really been good with words and doesn't know what to say and how to say it, and he's put it off and put it off until it's over a week later and Chris beats him to it.
It's awkward. How do you phrase "I'm sorry I almost killed you"? Hellboy looks at the message for a while before he tries out a response. ]
yeah I am, thanks
are you?
I'm sorry about what happened
It's awkward. How do you phrase "I'm sorry I almost killed you"? Hellboy looks at the message for a while before he tries out a response. ]
yeah I am, thanks
are you?
I'm sorry about what happened
[ooc; after this]
[ Jacob returns to the room via the window, which is always preferable, not only because it's easier than going down to the main entrance from the roof, but also because it's almost second nature. Tonight especially, he's on autopilot, turning things over in his mind. Not about the decision, he's made that, made it last night tucked against Anduin. Vrenille has only served to reinforce that, to put him a little at ease.
Only a little. Because although Jacob knows it's the right thing, it's something that will keep Anduin out of trouble with the authorities so he can continue doing his healing, and hopefully it will keep Jacob's activities under the radar a little bit too.
But it also means change. He might spend a night away from the room sometimes- like he did last night- but it's never several nights in a row. The little dark, dank room has become... well. Home. But it's not the room itself, but the other occupant Jacob is concerned over, because the city is going to require the same thing from Hellboy as he does from him. They're both going to have to get contracts.
He looks around, having shut the window behind him, and feels a pang. He drops his coat to the floor, hat set on the table, boots pulled off, and then he climbs into the bed, once more full of indecision. Does he want to go? Yes and no. Can he put it off? Until Hellboy has something? How long would that take? Would it make Anduin reconsider? ]
[ Jacob returns to the room via the window, which is always preferable, not only because it's easier than going down to the main entrance from the roof, but also because it's almost second nature. Tonight especially, he's on autopilot, turning things over in his mind. Not about the decision, he's made that, made it last night tucked against Anduin. Vrenille has only served to reinforce that, to put him a little at ease.
Only a little. Because although Jacob knows it's the right thing, it's something that will keep Anduin out of trouble with the authorities so he can continue doing his healing, and hopefully it will keep Jacob's activities under the radar a little bit too.
But it also means change. He might spend a night away from the room sometimes- like he did last night- but it's never several nights in a row. The little dark, dank room has become... well. Home. But it's not the room itself, but the other occupant Jacob is concerned over, because the city is going to require the same thing from Hellboy as he does from him. They're both going to have to get contracts.
He looks around, having shut the window behind him, and feels a pang. He drops his coat to the floor, hat set on the table, boots pulled off, and then he climbs into the bed, once more full of indecision. Does he want to go? Yes and no. Can he put it off? Until Hellboy has something? How long would that take? Would it make Anduin reconsider? ]
[ It's not usually this cold in the Down, or at least that's what Hellboy's been told. The ice on the ground and the frost melting on the outside of the window doesn't make much difference as far as he's concerned; he's pretty used to the world around him feeling chilly compared to his own native heat. But it doesn't make for a very comfortable place to sleep, so when the icy breath of air rolls in as Jacob opens the window, at least it doesn't wake him up.
He keeps his eyes closed, lying on his side with his right arm stretched out, drifting on the edge of dozing, knowing that Jacob can find his way easily enough. The younger man had mentioned going to see Anduin, but he hadn't given much indication of when he'd be back, nor had Hellboy asked for one. As far as Hellboy's concerned, he's welcome to come and go as he pleases; they haven't imposed those sorts of rules on each other and he gets the impression neither of them want that, anyway.
As Jacob climbs in, the cold night still clinging to his clothes, Hellboy reaches out to set his broad left hand on the young assassin's chest, knowing how much he likes being cuddled, and murmurs sleepily as he shifts his weight a little to accommodate him. ] Any trouble?
He keeps his eyes closed, lying on his side with his right arm stretched out, drifting on the edge of dozing, knowing that Jacob can find his way easily enough. The younger man had mentioned going to see Anduin, but he hadn't given much indication of when he'd be back, nor had Hellboy asked for one. As far as Hellboy's concerned, he's welcome to come and go as he pleases; they haven't imposed those sorts of rules on each other and he gets the impression neither of them want that, anyway.
As Jacob climbs in, the cold night still clinging to his clothes, Hellboy reaches out to set his broad left hand on the young assassin's chest, knowing how much he likes being cuddled, and murmurs sleepily as he shifts his weight a little to accommodate him. ] Any trouble?
Ohhhh, boy.
[ that sentiment leaves harley in a breathless rush as she slumps forward, limply splaying across the bigger, warmer body stretched out on the bed beneath her own. she bets they make a picture together, her with her hair sticking out all wispy and in ten different directions, hellboy with his tail swaying listlessly back and forth.
they're not joined together anymore, but she can feel him thick and wet against the back of her thigh as she drops against his chest, braces her hand there and rests her chin on top of that, her head lolling to one side as she surveys him with a dazed grin. ]
How many was that? I think I lost count.
[ the air itself feels warmer, like somehow they'd managed to heat up the entire room just through sheer friction and movement over the last while; she spares a glance to the windows, the gloomy, gray winter of the down just on the other side of the glass, and she can see how fogged up they are. it makes her chuckle lightly, her voice notably raspier from how loud he'd made her scream before, and she nuzzles her cheek into his pec before turning to look up at him again, fingers stroking over his skin. ]
Pancake for your thoughts?
[ that sentiment leaves harley in a breathless rush as she slumps forward, limply splaying across the bigger, warmer body stretched out on the bed beneath her own. she bets they make a picture together, her with her hair sticking out all wispy and in ten different directions, hellboy with his tail swaying listlessly back and forth.
they're not joined together anymore, but she can feel him thick and wet against the back of her thigh as she drops against his chest, braces her hand there and rests her chin on top of that, her head lolling to one side as she surveys him with a dazed grin. ]
How many was that? I think I lost count.
[ the air itself feels warmer, like somehow they'd managed to heat up the entire room just through sheer friction and movement over the last while; she spares a glance to the windows, the gloomy, gray winter of the down just on the other side of the glass, and she can see how fogged up they are. it makes her chuckle lightly, her voice notably raspier from how loud he'd made her scream before, and she nuzzles her cheek into his pec before turning to look up at him again, fingers stroking over his skin. ]
Pancake for your thoughts?
At least three. [ Hellboy reaches up to touch one of those wisps of hair with a fingertip as Harley turns her head, wondering idly, in the sleepy post-orgasm haze, how she manages to tame it at all.
He's speaking for himself mostly, the gaps between the times he's fairly certain she found release becoming increasingly blurry as they'd continued, working each other up and down over those edges with a familiarity that seems to be getting easier with every encounter they have. He knows where to touch, now, and how hard she likes it, and which angles she prefers, and is perfectly willing to use all of that knowledge to their mutual advantage. Though there still seems to be something new each time they fall into each other's arms, something else for him to take away and hold close to his heart.
This time it's the way she looks as she gazes over at the windows, a mixture of amusement and fondness and wistfulness that softens his tired smile even further. As she sets her chin against his sternum, he raises his eyebrows at her, studying her in silence for a moment before he answers. ]
Was just thinking I'm glad you found this place. [ He lifts his left hand to brush the back of one blunt finger over her cheek. ] It's good seeing you comfortable.
He's speaking for himself mostly, the gaps between the times he's fairly certain she found release becoming increasingly blurry as they'd continued, working each other up and down over those edges with a familiarity that seems to be getting easier with every encounter they have. He knows where to touch, now, and how hard she likes it, and which angles she prefers, and is perfectly willing to use all of that knowledge to their mutual advantage. Though there still seems to be something new each time they fall into each other's arms, something else for him to take away and hold close to his heart.
This time it's the way she looks as she gazes over at the windows, a mixture of amusement and fondness and wistfulness that softens his tired smile even further. As she sets her chin against his sternum, he raises his eyebrows at her, studying her in silence for a moment before he answers. ]
Was just thinking I'm glad you found this place. [ He lifts his left hand to brush the back of one blunt finger over her cheek. ] It's good seeing you comfortable.
Edited 2021-02-04 20:55 (UTC)
sure
what kind of job
[ Is this going to lead to more "nailing" jokes. ]
what kind of job
[ Is this going to lead to more "nailing" jokes. ]
[ It's one of the rare evenings Persephone finds herself with too much free time. She doesn't know what to do with herself. She doesn't feel like baking, she feels like that's all she's been doing lately. After some thought and roughly two bottles of wine, she decides that maybe she'll dress up and go out. Maybe she can find some fun.
Or she could probably tempt someone she knows into coming to her.
Yeah, that sounds better.
So she puts on one of the body harnesses lingerie sets she got recently and takes a few pictures. After she spends a few moments trying to decide who to send it to before deciding to just pick at random and send it. She doesn't even look to see as she goes to get herself another drink. ]
What do you think? [ A seemingly innocent enough question attached to the text. ]
Or she could probably tempt someone she knows into coming to her.
Yeah, that sounds better.
So she puts on one of the body harnesses lingerie sets she got recently and takes a few pictures. After she spends a few moments trying to decide who to send it to before deciding to just pick at random and send it. She doesn't even look to see as she goes to get herself another drink. ]
What do you think? [ A seemingly innocent enough question attached to the text. ]
[ He's not expecting the text or the picture, so he's a little surprised when he gets it. Though not surprised enough to not look at the photo. ]
beautiful
you like wearing it?
beautiful
you like wearing it?
hey
got a match up for you, next time you're looking for a sparring buddy you don't need to hold your punches on
got a match up for you, next time you're looking for a sparring buddy you don't need to hold your punches on
yeah
[ Though he didn't watch much of it. It had been too easy to see other people in that situation, Jacob or Harley stuck in there, and he'd had to turn it off. ]
did you watch it?
[ Though he didn't watch much of it. It had been too easy to see other people in that situation, Jacob or Harley stuck in there, and he'd had to turn it off. ]
did you watch it?
[ the next time hellboy's device chimes, it's not just one photo or text but a series of pictures — and he's the subject of all of them.
there's one of him working at the arena, leaning against the entrance with his arms folded over his body. another one was clearly taken while he was sitting on the couch with bruce the hyena, one hand absently buried in the dog's fur while both of their heads are turned toward whatever's playing on the TV.
there's another one of him standing in the shower that was snapped from the bathroom doorway, angled just enough to get a sense that he's naked without showing off any specific bits — just a big, wet, red body and a tail curling out behind. and still one more of him sleeping on his side on bed, features relaxed and eyes closed, with a visible indent in the mattress next to him to indicate that someone has only recently slipped out of their designated spooning spot.
they all show up together, without any text attached. little vignettes taken by someone who clearly wanted to capture these memories for herself. ]
there's one of him working at the arena, leaning against the entrance with his arms folded over his body. another one was clearly taken while he was sitting on the couch with bruce the hyena, one hand absently buried in the dog's fur while both of their heads are turned toward whatever's playing on the TV.
there's another one of him standing in the shower that was snapped from the bathroom doorway, angled just enough to get a sense that he's naked without showing off any specific bits — just a big, wet, red body and a tail curling out behind. and still one more of him sleeping on his side on bed, features relaxed and eyes closed, with a visible indent in the mattress next to him to indicate that someone has only recently slipped out of their designated spooning spot.
they all show up together, without any text attached. little vignettes taken by someone who clearly wanted to capture these memories for herself. ]
[ He's not sure why he's getting these, though he doesn't exactly always need a reason when it's Harley. At first he's confused about what they're supposed to be about, and he's still not much of a fan of looking at photos of himself even if they are nice ones, but the more he sees the more he recognises Harley in them, or at least her intent. The feeling behind the fact that she's taken them, and kept them.
He can offer a couple of his own back, quick shots he's snapped as he was learning how to use the phone camera. One is of Harley in the middle of talking to him, sitting on the end of the couch in her Up apartment clearly in the middle of some anecdote, laughing and blurry. There's one taken from the bed of her sitting at the mirror applying her makeup in the morning, lit from one side by the thin light of sunrise. And another blurry shot of her asleep on his chest, a slightly awkward angle since he had to take it one-handed, but it manages to capture her soft and unguarded.
Once he's sent them, he adds a quick messages as well. ]
thinking of me?
He can offer a couple of his own back, quick shots he's snapped as he was learning how to use the phone camera. One is of Harley in the middle of talking to him, sitting on the end of the couch in her Up apartment clearly in the middle of some anecdote, laughing and blurry. There's one taken from the bed of her sitting at the mirror applying her makeup in the morning, lit from one side by the thin light of sunrise. And another blurry shot of her asleep on his chest, a slightly awkward angle since he had to take it one-handed, but it manages to capture her soft and unguarded.
Once he's sent them, he adds a quick messages as well. ]
thinking of me?
see that sounds like the kinda thing I'd say but I haven't been up top in a while
are you mistaking me for some other big red guy?
are you mistaking me for some other big red guy?
I didn't get drunk, I didn't fuck them, and I can't find my knife.
kinda sounds like one of those things you should be concerned about
I'm telling you, I've been here two years and I haven't been able to find a place that does Canadian bacon, onion and artichoke hearts pizza
okay I've seen some weird stuff here
but artichokes on pizza?
why would anyone do that to themselves?
but artichokes on pizza?
why would anyone do that to themselves?
Better have your safe word ready because I'm about to come and DESTROY you.
well yeah
and a girl who makes me feel good all the time
and who makes the best pancakes
and a girl who makes me feel good all the time
and who makes the best pancakes
hey babe
so a gal friend of mine just told me she's coming up on her contract deadline any day now
i told her i could help her out until she finds something more long-term
plus i figure we got the guest room if she wants it
[ aka, his old room. not jason's room. she hasn't touched that one yet. hasn't even really gone in there. ]
so a gal friend of mine just told me she's coming up on her contract deadline any day now
i told her i could help her out until she finds something more long-term
plus i figure we got the guest room if she wants it
[ aka, his old room. not jason's room. she hasn't touched that one yet. hasn't even really gone in there. ]
that sounds okay to me
might as well let someone else use that space
do I know her yet?
might as well let someone else use that space
do I know her yet?
yeah, I'm starting to get tired of my tail being wet
[ It's not a sensation he can really describe besides being.. strangely uncomfortable. ]
did you see the thing about the hotel?
[ It's not a sensation he can really describe besides being.. strangely uncomfortable. ]
did you see the thing about the hotel?
is it just me
or is your butt looking like
extra cute today?
[ attached is a photo that was clearly taken while hellboy was getting dressed this morning, without his knowledge, and she's also sending it from a different corner of the tattoo shop even though they're both in the same place. ]
or is your butt looking like
extra cute today?
[ attached is a photo that was clearly taken while hellboy was getting dressed this morning, without his knowledge, and she's also sending it from a different corner of the tattoo shop even though they're both in the same place. ]
[ If she's watching, she'll get to see him pull his phone out of his pocket to read the message and shoot her over a grin before taps out a quick reply. ]
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I didn't know it was being ranked or I would have put in more effort
😚
I didn't know it was being ranked or I would have put in more effort
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