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OPEN SEASON

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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

[waged]

( painfully obvious, again. that's an answer in itself, and aventurine's smile grows bigger. )

Haha. Don't worry, you're still my favorite. ( for all the wrong reasons, unfortunately, but at least there's... some truth to it. he rubs kirma's thighs, this time, gently and softly. ) Besides, just because I have plenty of people I consider my friends, it doesn't mean the feeling is reciprocated.

( it's nothing meant to be sad, because aventurine has long made peace with being alone, but if it touches at kirma's heart, then good. )

[conspecifics]

( a slight turn, a sidelong glance. it doesn’t take much to pacify him, as always— you can figure out what his tail does at the word favorite yourself— but it’s the second statement that catches any real attention from him. kirma has yet to manage looking past the veneer of a charming gambler to see the commonalities between the two of them, for all of his wondering suspicion. even so, there’s something familiar in the sentiment aventurine expresses.

maybe all people can ever be to each other is a means to an end. )

Mmh. ( he isn’t one for words of comfort or platitudes— that comes along with the honesty, as well. but he does curl a little closer, curving around aventurine where he sits, eyes closed as if disinterested. as if merely eepy, and nothing more. ) As long as it’s worth your time.

[waged]

( aventurine watches as kirma exposes his heart and feelings, curls closer and bares himself to him. that's a funny response, if only because it always is worth his time. this is what his job entails, after all. making friends, and connections, offering them a mutually beneficial relationship and exploiting that.

he leans down, and takes kirma's mouth on his own, again. )

You are, ( because of course he has to say it like that, ) otherwise I wouldn't be here.

( when you think about it, this is really just a sad response :( )

[conspecifics]

( he doesn’t have to say it like that, man— but he does, and it evokes such a rush of mixed feelings within kirma he almost forgets to kiss back. (almost.) at the renewed proximity, he twists again, not fully rolling over, but enough so that his neck and shoulders are squarely against the bed. for no particular reason, of course. it certainly has nothing to do with the way that his hair falls and spreads while lying down, or what it may or may not reveal. )

Did I not tell you I dislike your charms?

( why is he wagging then. idk. but now that aventurine is no longer quite as preoccupied with his watch, he slings an arm around aventurine’s waist, keeping him there. it’s not a stifling hold, one that could easily be pulled away from. the message behind it is clear all the same. )

[waged]

( not the brand reveal?

unfortunately for all involved parties, aventurine's eyes are always as observant as they come - it comes with survival, and doing business, learning about the environment and the people. they catch a hint of something that rids his face of his usual smile, and they linger there, on the back of kirma's neck.

maybe their similarities go further than just the way they should be treated, or think they should be. aventurine rests a hand on the small of kirma's back, and looks away. )

Hmmm, you did? I don't remember. ( he does, because mid ass smut followed that :/ ) Should I stop doing it, then?

( being a charming beautiful blond boyfriend ig )

[conspecifics]

( not how my sleepy ass was trying to remember if i referenced a fashion brand in the last tag fsr

the small shift in aventurine’s expression doesn’t escape kirma’s notice. the blind eye he turns to things is a willful one, after all— and if people think lesser of him for it, all the better. but today, there’s something uncomfortable that’s difficult to ignore, even if the hand at his back is something resembling a reassurance. )

I didn’t say that.

( even if having a bbb isn’t all it’s chalked up to be, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want one …

more seriously; he forces himself to keep his gaze steady rather than looking away as well, as if absolutely nothing had happened. as long as they’re not talking about it, it may as well be the truth. )

Maybe I’ll get used to it. ( haha. )

[waged]

( maybe he will. hopefully not. it would be easier if kirma is always caught off guard by his charms, handsomeness and all. easier to be certain he won't get bored, or see through that charming smile to find out that aventurine is pitifully broken and all ugly on the inside. until the day comes, and they part ways, never to meet again. easier for both of them.

for now, despite all of aventurine's confidence and bravado, he needs kirma more than kirma needs him. maybe one day he will realize it, and all of his luck would backfire. maybe it's what he deserves.

his eyes turn back to kirma, and suddenly that gaze burns too hot to be comfortable. aventurine smiles still, the same smile he always does. )

Then should I do it sparingly, so you're caught off guard when you least expect it?

[conspecifics]

( if he has any idea about the real thoughts lurking behind that smile, has any idea how many of them mirror his own— there’s no indication of it. instead, he closes his eyes and lets out a soft huff. when he opens them again, he’s looking up and to the side, rolling them, almost. disbelief at the idea that such a thing could be possible, perhaps; the gesture is a touch too modern for him to get entirely right. )

If we really are trapped here forever, then I suppose you should.

( gotta draw out the novelty for as long as it lasts, right. but the thought makes his gaze drop, makes the arm around aventurine’s waist lose some of its tension. )

In the meantime— ( not dwelling. there will be time enough for that, too. ) Maybe you could tell me about a few things.

( it’s time: he’s opting into hsr lore. tell him about space werewolves except we don’t actually need to copy wikipages here because i’m not going to do to you what you did to joy :// )

[waged]

( there's a certain amusement in the idea that kirma truly thinks they could be here forever. it's an endless discussion with no true solution. some would prefer it that way - no responsibilities, no true conflict, no work, only luxury and easily made money and the best treatment, at the cost of a cage embellished in gold and jewels.

why stay, when aventurine had already all of that, built by himself, in his own little prison? )

Oh? Have you finally realized I'm smart beyond my years? Has my hidden intellect been discovered at last? ( obnoxious mfer. ) I'm a well of knowledge, my friend. Ask away.

( fuck you i'll copy wikipages )

[conspecifics]

( ...................... )

I changed my mind.

[waged]

( LET YOUR BOYFRIEND YAP? )

About what you wanted to ask me about? That's all fine and well! I can answer more than one of your questions.

[conspecifics]

( oh, the regrets a man can feel. is this aventurine’s method of being uncharming, then? if that’s the case… though kirma sighs, seemingly put off by such obnoxiousness, there’s a part of him that thinks— it’s not nearly as tiring as it should be. )

I was just curious… about the Borisin.

( give him the wikidump, i guess. whatever. he signed up to listen to king yapper run his mouth when he decided to be his loyal dog, no turning back now. )

[waged]

( that gives him pause, for a moment. maybe there's a lingering surprise over kirma remembering that word in particular, a throwaway invasive question he had asked out of curiosity, to gather information. lined up with what he knows about kirma...

aventurine sighs quietly, organizing the knowledge he has in his head on the borisin. there's no wikidump, because if each of them kept such particular information on every single race of the universe, they'd all be eligible to become supercomputers, but - )

I have never seen one, but I heard they're distantly related to Foxians. A race of people with ears much like yours, sharp teeth, nails that look more like claws. ( he makes a point to bring a hand to barely graze the ears atop kirma's head, but they fall just slightly near the more human-looking ones. for a moment, aventurine wonders if that means anything, if he's a mix of races. would their puppies look like this too. i hated typing that actually bye ) I heard they have tribes. That they value strength above all else. What's it that their pack leader is called again... 'Father Wolf'? ( warmuhtar is the proper name but do you think aventurine remembers. nah )

They're not bad people. ( this is when he lies, sugar-coats information. it doesn't matter if he does. the chances of kirma meeting one were minimal. there's no playable borisin in honky, after all. ) Possessive and territorial, maybe. But they haven't given much trouble to the IPC, so that's a good thing.

[conspecifics]

( is it so wrong, to want to know about space wolves... something he hinself is not terribly far off from being, even if he's unaware of it. his (canid) ears twitch at the proximity of aventurine's hand, and it doesn't take long for him to duck and tilt his head, to guide his fingers to rest in a better spot in hopes of attention. he's happy, even without it... but.

at least it means the little lesson doesn't fall on deaf ears. kirma does wonder how accurate the descriptors are, from a borisin point of view— it reminds him of things he's heard people say at the docks about the very place they've landed port in, stories swapped and traded over centuries of separation to a point of total inaccuracy. unfortunately given how hyv worldbuilds that feels like a very unlikely assessment, but hey. he doesn't know that. )

The IPC... is who you work for?

( a considerably less enthralling subject, yet he asks anyway; perhaps pointedly, for all the times aventurine has given him some shit about not being interested in him. his eyes are already closed, though. the dog is not long for this world. )

[waged]

( hey. at the very least kirma is asking about things he's willing to answer. for all that aventurine joked that he has shown no interest in him, maybe that's for the best, really. don't ask about his past or anything even remotely personal, and their little 'friendship' can float on the river of uncertainty as swimmingly as it has always been.

he'll pet the ears, though. funny how this is probably the first time in his life he has pet a dog's ears... so soft under his hand it almost feels like a crime. )

You're curious about my work life now? ( what could possibly be interesting about a corpo slave lbr ) 'An intergalactic mega-corporation that strives for peace'... Now that I think about it, I rarely meet people who don't know the IPC. We used to call them men in black, back in my planet. We saw them as saviors from beyond the stars.

( except when they needed them the most, they weren't there. never even found him, when he had been the sole survivor. up to course with his luck, perhaps. )

Well, I guess that's what my department does. Find planets on the verge of ruin, and invest in them. Can you see me doing something like that?

[conspecifics]

( there’s nothing interesting about a corpo slave, as it turns out.

contented with aventurine’s willingness to pet and the sound of his voice, kirma asks his question with full intent to listen and promptly tunes out as the answer actually comes. it’s not as though it would make much sense, even if he was paying attention. the place he’s from barely has unified contact across its nations, has no concept of something as all-encompassing as the entire planet, let alone a world beyond it.

but— it is nice, listening to him talk. no understanding needed. there’s a brief moment at first, where his tail does a few lazy wags, but it goes still again as he drifts off, lulled to sleep by his bbb’s voice. there’s not even a cursory attempt at fighting it. it’s the most comfortable he’s been in— a long time, let’s say.

so. could he see him doing something like that? we’ll never know for sure. )

sighs.

[waged]

( the answer never comes, and that's when aventurine realizes neither will it. he stills his hand, holds his breath - not for any deep reason other than that it's hard to believe someone would feel comfortable enough in his presence to let all their guards down like this. nevermind topaz does, every night, when they share a bed together. she knows him, and has no choice but to trust him for this. for kirma, he's just a stranger.

his fingertips hover over soft cheek, carefully, both the ghost of a feeling so that his presence is never remembered or acknowledged, and out of fear that any abrupt movement would wake kirma. at the very least, aventurine can let his façade die, his constant smile disappearing off his face. it's easier for him to talk and wear a mask, so he can pretend to be someone else.

anyone else would deserve to be in his position far more than himself, really.

his lips are gentle when they meet kirma's cheek, a soft kiss that no one will remember. perhaps an unspoken gesture of gratitude. most likely a quiet apology. aventurine unwraps himself from the hand barely around his waist and leaves the room just like that, the door quietly closing behind him, and if kirma's lucky enough, all of it will have been just a dream. )