@VPadOverlord but he wasn't got enough to be a model.. and probably not book smart enough to do paper work
He still seems a little lost after the others previous remarks, barely registering all the touches, a few blinks
"Uh.. maybe the sex thing?...I mean I know how to do that after all"
@VPadOverlord Well that's all he was good at was it not?... surely sex work was thing that fit him, not that he wanted to be that way.. if anything it was survival sometimes he got meals, a shower a bed to sleep in...
@VPadOverlord Does he value his freedom more than his lack of comfort
the others touches for his attention felt so engineered, like he was luring him in... but without attention what did he have? Those old habits, familiarity that felt like a false sense of security and love...
@VPadOverlord there was something so very uneasy with this offer, did he really want to jump from one sinking ship to another?... trap himself yet again, he thought for years to be free from his old mafia ties but.. it had been years and he hadn't managed to land on his own two feet.
@FizzyLust hes still looking around as they walked, as fizz spoke he looked back at him
"i mean... honestly anything would beat the car.. im uhh too tall for it..."
@VPadOverlord "what??.. wait you dont think someone tell you youre fyne shit is a compliment??"
weird.. he lives for compliments, who would he be without his praise...
shit.. he didnt think that would work...
hmmm
"well im like.. a real good singer, better than my brother! and i can do some real sick knife tricks!...also i have a big... heart. yeah! heart"
hes leaning down, grinning ear to ear at the other as he speaks in a low purr of a voice
"what?~ is it wrong of me to tell you how good you are? i dont see anything wrong with it"