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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]

( 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. )