@aurigarum mhm? got a bit of a makeout point in mind?
ใ he grins wickedly, leaning against the car, swirling his fingers in a circle. ใ
go on then.
โ sliding up to @aurigarum, two drinks in hand. neat whiskeys, a classic, as charming as his smile in the dim barlight. โ
care for a drink? couldn't help but notice you've been eyeing me up like you want to eat me, sugar.
@aurigarum ใ vivian hums approval, running a hand over the hood slowly, trailing with his fingers. the kind of caress you'd give a lover, paired with eye contact and a slight bite of the lip. ใ
she's a pretty thing, just like you. you going take both of us for a ride?
ใ vivian pauses, nearly dropping his briefcase. shit. at first, he turns to bitch at the offending man, but he stops short when he notices the devoid look in the other's eyes. ใ
it's alright. are you...okay?
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he's smoking a cigarette when
his shoulder rams right into
@C0VERTPSYCH's ownโโ
" sorry โธ " he mumbles โธ but
he isn't really there. his own
little world beckons โธ gaze
clouded with it.
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@aurigarum ใ the weight of his hand in vivian's feels like touching a lit match in the best way possible. he can't help but grin, practically escorting the other man to the exit. ใ
something nice, but not something anyone would look twice at. bland colors, blending in like you do.
@aurigarum โ a hand held out as he stands, grinning like the cat who caught the cream. or the fox who caught the scorpion, as it were. โ
c'mon then. im guessing you have a pretty car outside, no? something nondescript, but with enough horsepower to leave a man's head spinning.
@aurigarum the ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
โ he lets the syllables roll on his tongue, careful, slow, like a caramel. its simple, but it sounds almost filthy the way he says it. โ
well, driver, care to get out of here?
@aurigarum surely you have something people call you.
โ his eyes track the movement like a fox stalking a rabbit. for a second he wonders what those lips would taste like, what they'd feel like against his own. fingers tap on the table, edging closer to driver's, a flirtation. โ
so?
โ the moniker makes him roll his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. hostility isn't something that phases him, given his line of work, so he sighs instead. โ
suit yourself. i was going to pay, given yours and march's...meager salaries.
i'm not having breakfast with a fucking ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
( he growls, shooting them an exhausted glare before pushing himself out of his chair. running a hand through his already disheveled hair, he lets out a sharp sigh. )
โ a curious, surreptitious glance over the papers, searching for familiar words and faces. its quick and fleeting, gaze returning to the exhausted detective. โ
you look like you could use some coffee. join me for breakfast, hm? a nice time to get out of the office.
jesusโ fucking hell...
( slowly peeling himself off his desk, ray drags a hand down his face. papers are scattered all over the place. what a mess. )
exhaling cigarette smoke between pauses.
"i can tell you have a major depressive disorder just from this questionnaire alone. but what i don't know is your ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. so tell me, mr. march, how often do you find yourself engaging in sexually deviant behaviors?"
vivian tilts his head, otherwise reacting very little to the outburst. its to be expected, but it's not like he can really say that he's been busy with meeting his handler.
instead, he pulls a package of newports, pulling one out and balancing it between his teeth as he lightsโ
admit that holland has had multiple sexual and romantic encounters with him. but he can't. he won't. not until vivian eggs him on anyways.โ โ " shut your fuckin mouth, vivi. you haven't talked to me in almost a month and now you wanna talk about sexual deviancy? "
it. the entire time, he maintains eye contact, snapping the zippo closed with a quiet click.
"lets keep this between doctor and patient, mr. march. i have these questions for a reason, sex is very important to the human psyche." a lithe finger taps the files on his desk, โ
@aurigarum pick a name? interesting. you're awful secretive, sweet thing.
โ his eyes are stunning. it's the kind of blue you could drown in, and vivian entertains a fantasy for a fleeting moment of what they'd look like filled with pleasured tears. โ