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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

[loosestrifes]

...No, it's not that. I've been missing this dearly.

( He breathes slowly, then pulls the journal against his chest, arms crossed over it. Finally, the prince looks towards Kirma, his thoughtful frown still in place. )

Thank you. ( ... ) But what is it that you want in exchange?

[conspecifics]

( boy are you stupid? )

[conspecifics]

I don't want anything.

( it's frustrating, how much people keep asking him this. the assumption that everything has a catch— though he understands the sentiment, especially in this place, esi of all people should know better. how much has he already done for him without a single thing in return?

is it just that at the end of the day, their lives are too distant to ever stand in the same place together? )

Let's go back, already. ( he can't sulk properly about this in the hallways. )

[loosestrifes]

( At first, Esikko is silent, nodding and moving so that they can head towards Kirma's suite. The elevators, then the hallway...

At some point during this, he speaks up again in a quiet, thoughtful voice. At least the frown is gone from his face now. )

There's really nothing you could think of asking for for yourself?

[conspecifics]

( he already struggles enough with unlocking the door, so of course esi has to ask then, interrupting the concentration he needs to get them in the suite. the look he shoots him is a dark one, at first— )

No.

( — yet his voice is softer than usual, when he responds. his gaze falls to the doorknob; it isn't an entirely truthful response, either. most of the few things he had to his name couldn't hold a candle to the replacements he can buy purely on a whim, here. there's one thing that's irreplaceable, maybe, but... )

Even if there was. It wouldn't have changed my choice.

( he isn't your bodyguard because he wanted to be, remember. )

[loosestrifes]

( He... doesn't understand.

Esikko's expression is difficult to read right now, but that's because he doesn't know what he's feeling. It's both pleasant and not, uncomfortable and not. When the door is finally open, he presses through as normal, but his fingertips are fidgeting with the edges of the pages on his journal. )

Do you value yourself so little?

[conspecifics]

( i'll take things you shouldn't just ask people for 500, alex. )

What does it matter, one way or another?

( his words come out in a terse beat, and the door gets shut with a little too much force. how do you even answer that— yes, of course, would you prefer i jump higher or lower? this was supposed to be a happy occasion, not one for digging into uncomfortable truths.

there's too much esi still doesn't know, and he'd prefer to keep it that way. even if there are— things— he remembers, who's to say those are anything more than hallucinations granted by the powers that control this place— their relationship was only meant to be transactional, from the very beginning. and if esi can't even take a gift in good faith—

maybe that's all it should be. )

If you're going to be up all night reading that thing, at least keep the lights low.

[loosestrifes]

( He's not sure what it is that he did to warrant this anger. He's not sure about a lot of this. But while Esikko almost moves to get ready for bed, he pauses, looking towards Kirma. )

Kirma?

( He waits, hoping for a glance back, or at least a pause. )

Thank you.

[conspecifics]

( and a pause he gets, even though kirma is otherwise turned away. his ears fold back, but he says nothing; once the moment passes, he brushes past esi to go to the bed. though a sincere (he hopes) thanks does take the edge off some, he'll be going to sleep without another word. )