The Awkward Sex Meme

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The Awkward Sex Meme

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[2.1; injury?]

[killsonthe_sly]

Ahn -- [he hisses slightly, arm jerking away just a little because that firm press just now? Against his injury again, Sam --] Dammit.

yesss <3 i'll add it to my verse list, if you think of any good names, let me know!

[lormenari]

No... you should give me a hint. [He comes back to the kitchen, returning to his food as he wolfs it down.] Right now I'm thinking mafia boss.

as we go along, we can brainstorm - plotty too. ^_-

[killsonthe_sly]

[he crossed his arm over his chest, stretching it slowly. He couldn't afford to be sore.. he had work the day after next. His laughter is a sharp bark at that conclusion, surprise] How did you deduce that shit? No!

definitely!

[lormenari]

Yeah, you're too young for that. Maybe you work for the mafia. [He points his fork at him with his eyebrows raised.]

[killsonthe_sly]

[he doesn't correct him past a slight shrug] Not so young.

Wrong again. Look. Quit guessing.

[lormenari]

You should have a lot of gray hair to be a mafia boss. [He finishes his dinner, bringing his plate to the sink to rinse it off.]

Maybe you're a drug dealer. [He looks up suddenly, worry painting his features.] Are you... a cop?

[killsonthe_sly]

I used to be. [a brief nod as he leans his palms onto the counter between where he sits and the kitchen area...] Not anymore.. relax. No cop in his right mind would take a call-boy home to bust him.

[lormenari]

[He still looks tense.] Why aren't you a cop anymore?

[killsonthe_sly]

Murdered a call-boy who asked too much and charged too high. [he deadpans... a brief flicker of amusement in his eyes before he snorts and crosses over to him, briefly pushing his head a little aside] Speakin' of.. what do I owe you?

[lormenari]

[Sam puts his plate away with a little more force than necessary.] That's not... funny. [He mumbles, looking away.] You owe me a hundred bucks.

[killsonthe_sly]

[he raises both brows, but doesn't comment. Hey, it's not like murder is a picnic for him to talk about either, but.. Whatever] Okay, then.. and I meant it.

You can stay, long as you need to. [can't have him losing clients 'cause of marks from an ex-cop now..

Not really into hanging around after the deed and the kid clearly wasn't too cheery right now, he straightened up after re-pocketting his wallet and setting the cash - one hundred and fifty - onto the table beside him] Guess I better hit the hay. Won't get much sleep later in the week...

[lormenari]

Thanks... I can take the couch. [He looks down at the money, his eyes sad now.] You got big plans this week or something?

[killsonthe_sly]

Why? [he glances over his shoulder, having already turned away. He does wonder, briefly at the way he looks right now. But he won't ask. Not his place.. and what would he do with any extra baggage? They probably wouldn't see each other again...]

Look. There's other rooms... [he leaves that open as he walks out, going to strip the sheets from his bed and bundle them together efficiently]

[lormenari]

[Sam watches him go, then pockets the money, wandering slowly to the hallway. Despite all his snooping earlier, he doesn't really like imposing, and he's uncertain of which room he should take. He pokes his head into one of the bedrooms.]

[killsonthe_sly]

[passing by with them, Jase paused and looked inside it with him] The Doghouse. That's what I used to call this one.. [because whenever they fought, he would sleep there and let Sophia have the Master]

[lormenari]

That sounds... unappealing. [He looks down the hallway.] Why're you letting me stay here?