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open season.

OPEN SEASON

@dogboy
24 / m / straight / 2♠️*

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My Self-Summary

His name is Kirma and he’s illiterate. I’m helping him fill this out, but honestly speaking, it’s a complete waste. Besides that, don’t you think his rank is unfairly high? Even though it’s still in the single digits, it’s not as if he wouldn’t be at home in the basement levels. If someone could send my complaints along to the house, I’d appreciate it.

My Future Plans

Surviving?

My Talents

Chasing sticks. Eating absurd quantities of garbage. Fouling up perfectly nice beds. Trampling flowers.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Meat.

My Ideal Partner

Someone skilled at training dogs.

Height 169cm / ~5’7 Body Type fine Smokes apparently Drinks i think so Drugs maybe Sign ? Education laughable Occupation unemployed Income unpaid Children none? Pets he is one Hobbies cooking

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

“WHAT'S A MIME”

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

NEITHER

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE

.05 TITS OR ASS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Personality Type
ISFP-A

ENERGY

73%

introverted

MIND

76%

observant

NATURE

66%

feeling

TACTICS

54%

prospecting

IDENTITY

75%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

[conspecifics]

( well it's not called springtime in the love hotel now is it )

Don't remember the specifics. You can read it yourself if you want.

[waged]

A tempting idea, but don't you think I deserve some information back first? Do you know how to take a screenshot?

[conspecifics]

( an extended pause. )

I assume this isn't related to ammunition despite the name.

[waged]

( being stupid is such a blessing. ratio would've had a time with this guy. )

Hahaha. Not quite, but close.

> IMG ATTACHMENT ( yes i took this from the apple site. commitment to the bit )

Go back to the message you received, and press those buttons at the same time. Send me the picture.

[conspecifics]

( SORRY THEY DIDNT HAVE SMART WATCHES IN 1890?? damn...

anyway. IMG_054.PNG. is that good enough. )

[waged]

( I HATE THAT THIS SHIT IS CROPPEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD fucking kirma )

Scroll down to the rest of the information. Do the same again. I'll give you a reward if you do it right this time.

[conspecifics]

I did it right the first time.

( IMG_055.PNG )

[waged]

What else does it say? Wouldn't it be better to show me everything? That'd make me quite happy.

[conspecifics]

( he didn't say how far to scroll...

cue imgs 56-68 dot png. every last detail, maybe, mostly. there's overlaps and there's bad cropping and one of them in the middle is the homescreen (somehow) BUT HE'S TRYING. god. )

[waged]

( there we go :) as long as he can read the fine deets. a small item reward doesn't seem very enticing, but who knows what kirma might miss from home. the cats bit, though. )

Good boy. ( reward first, of course :) )
Have you found any cats to play with?

[conspecifics]

( !! maybe it's good that they're texting, because his reaction might be kind of embarrassing otherwise... )

A few. ( in threads I NEED TO TAG but ) Does it matter?

[waged]

( cue the endless math and planning happening in his head right now. a +3 token with two +1 token would shoot topaz all the way to nine, not before he gets a 4♡, 5♡ and 6♡ out of her. he could find esikko, make a trade with him, maybe a gamble. from 4 to J is an insane rank up, and would make it easier for their info gathering.

unfortunately, he doesn't know kirma that well, and doesn't know the extent of his naivety and honesty. what had esikko said that one time? that kirma liked meat? hmmmmm... )

Out of curiosity, while I make my way to you.
Say, why don't we play a little game while we're at it? What do you think?

[conspecifics]

What kind of game?

( no calculations on his end. just happy to be here. )

[waged]

A simple game of dice. We both roll three dice, and whoever has the highest score gets to ask anything of the loser. What do you say? Won't it make our little meet-up more fun?

[conspecifics]

( even he pauses here; if he means a game over text, there's no guarantee their numbers are what they say they are. he might not understand the deck of cards this place uses, but being cheated at gambling isn't unfamiliar territory.

at the same time— aventurine has been nothing but honest with him, as far as he knows. perhaps a little bit more trust is in order, at least to start? it isn't as though the stakes are high. )

Let me find some dice.

[waged]

There's no need for that. I will show you a little magic trick too. Ah, give me a moment.

( because kirma is always so vague with directions wtf. but at least aventurine is lucky and smart, which is a dangerous combination. soon enough, around the corner, he spots a familiar dog, looking as canine as ever. )

A shame we don't have matching ears, but at least I understand how you feel a little better now. ( hence the intentional tail wagging ) Don't you think these suit me?

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( laying in the grass, as canines do. kirma has to tip his head back to look at aventurine properly, squinting against the light, but he sits up in the blink of an eye once he registers the additions. )

I would say they do.

( not enough to smile about it, but his own tail does thump furiously against the grass. he's doing his best to not seem too into it, but again, the tail... )

So? ( what's this magic trick, then. )

[waged]

( still cute and still honest. something inside of him wants him to turn his nose away and scoff his way out of there, but aventurine stays, because this is a chance he can't miss out on.

so, with the snap of his fingers, three dice and a dice cup appear in his hand. like magic! )

Personalized for our little game. ( except they're his just in his own peacock-esque colors. he drops the dice inside of the cup, and hands it to kirma. ) Feel free to do the honors. You may shake the cup as many times as you want, then - ( fucking flat surfaces, man. aventurine gives a quick look around, and walks closer to a nearby bench.

he leans on it, because of course he does. ) Turn the cup face down on the bench once you're done. Easier to count the numbers this way. May Lady Luck be in your favor, my friend.

[conspecifics]

( oh, shiny. he takes a moment to rattle the cup around as he looks down into it, watching the light reflect off the dice. he is less enthused about having to move, but hauls himself over to the bench anyway. (the things we do…) it’s an easy enough task, at least. he doesn’t have the familiarity with dice to block the mouth of the cup with his hand for some serious shaking, so the form isn’t quite right— but he slams the cup down on the bench without any of the dice escaping their fate. perhaps that count for something. the cup turns over to reveal 6, 5, 2, and…

he has no idea if that’s good or not.

kirma’s ears turn backwards as he considers this unfortunate development. maybe he needs to at least figure out how numbers are written, given the environment they’re in. in the meantime, all he can do is look to aventurine for clarification on the results. )

[waged]

( it's like watching a baby play with a cup of dice, really. it's cute, but aventurine will consider giving kirma lessons in exchange for something, as always. or maybe after all of this is said and done, he'll do it as a treat. )

Six, five and two. Thirteen is pretty good. Only six away the highest score. At the very least, Lady Luck isn't looking away from you.

( compliments aplenty, and they're genuine ones, as far as his tone goes. he gestures for the cup back, drop the three dice back in and, at the very least, he isn't half as a show-off at this than in his trailer lmao. for all it's worth, it's impressive for someone who has never seen a dealer or a gambler in action; knowing how much force to use, the twist of a wrist, the movements of an arm.

down goes the cup, and from it — ) Six, two, and six. Fourteen, then. What a close call! A little more, and you could have beaten me. ( lmao

the dice and cup leave gold sparkles as they disappear off his hand, and the smile on his face grows a little thinner - perhaps too much like a fox's. )

Well then. That means I can ask anything of you. Are we still in agreement?

[conspecifics]

( well, it’s not the most surprising outcome, at least. he might not know the numbers, but he does have enough pattern recognition to see the similarities in their casts. funny, how much one single face can change the entire outcome of a situation. that’s the appeal of gambling, he supposes— not one he shares, but at least one he can understand. )

If I wasn’t, it’d be a little late, now.

( they’ve already played the game. the time for misgivings is a bit past, isn’t it? )

Or are you thinking of something so dire, I’ll want to back out?

( haha. it’s a joke, you see. he’s learning. )

[waged]

( oh, he is learning. this is even less of a joke and much more like flirting, frankly, and the kind that aventurine enjoys. it shows, if not in his face, then certainly in the way his newly-obtained tail sways one way to the other. )

You think I would treat one of my good friends like that? I'd never be so cruel. ( though it sounds much like some sort of twisted irony, it is anything but.

there's two reasons as to why aventurine is here, he hasn't forgotten. both are easy enough to obtain; a reward for a game, and a debt for the future. he steps in closer, slithers fingers down kirma's arm, to his hand, entwines them. they're close in height, at least - close enough that aventurine can keep their faces close, and their lips closer still.

then, in all of his foxian charm: ) That token you will get once you play with your cats. Won't you give it to me?

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( oh? his eyebrows raise, briefly; there’s a soft noise, like a scoff, as their fingers lace together. it doesn’t come from any apprehension at the request, mind. no, it’s more like: )

That’s all? ( he tilts his head, ears twitching. ) Something like that, you could’ve just asked for.

( you see, the game doesn’t matter. the rewards are meaningless, the potential punishments are still leagues better than anything he could’ve hoped to achieve back home. the main issue is that the golden peacock is safe. boring, even. sure, he plays along— only to kill time. even that is beginning to lose its appeal, but what else is there to do? what use is three ranks, one way or the other? if it matters to aventurine, though, he’s happy to give it.

with their hands linked, kirma tugs at aventurine as he sits on the bench. isn’t there something about it, with quick foxes and lazy dogs… )

Is that really all you want?

( as a game prize, or in a more general sense? well, either, really. )

[waged]

( could he? if he asked so openly, he'd have put himself at a disadvantage, made himself and his wants and needs vulnerable. a game is fair, at least, as fair as his luck goes. but maybe that says more about kirma than it does him. that maybe this isn't someone who will use him, or someone who believes in giving and taking.

maybe kirma is just genuine and honest, and that's far more bothersome than if he had ill intentions behind his every word and action. for some reason, aventurine feels more like he has lost than otherwise. )

Shouldn't I be asking that of you? ( he allows himself to be pulled along, but sits himself on kirma's lap instead. what happened to topping? we just don't know. ) Two or more foxes, and you can get a small item. Is there anything you want?

[conspecifics]

( if he suspects any of the calculations running through aventurine’s head, kirma gives no indication of that. he does cant his head at the question, though; what does he want? superficial things are easy to think of: a hot meal, a good nap, a fistful of tail— none of those are what the house is promising, though, are they. )

Haven’t given it much thought.

( a truthful admission. it hasn’t stopped him from trying to pursue the goal at all, but it also means he hasn’t put too much effort in, either. (after all, laying in the grass is hardly the best way to chase down a rabbit.) of course, he knows someone who will be happy to take that reward, the same as aventurine has laid claim to the other; his gaze slides away as he considers that option. hmm. )

Something practical, or something sentimental. ( those are the only two options, really, but he remains undecided on which. ) I still need a bit of help getting it, either way.

( 🥺, as they say… during all this, his free hand has made its way to aventurine’s tail, stroking along the fur, soft and glossy. maybe bathing does have its uses. truly, he’s beginning to understand so much. )