Luceti | Appointments

[z_jay]

This post is intended for anything that one could want to RP with Eugene.  Nothing fancy here, just a date, type, and place where you'd like to meet up with him and we'll go from there.  The only limit here is the imagination.

Stay safe out there!

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June 24th, action

[250mhzwabl]

There's nothing like being handled by a masseuse's grip. An assasin's? Zevran's, he settles on mentally, contenting himself with moving with his hand, accommodating the pull and feeling a little of that overused achiness fuzz at the edges and melt with that tender, certain direction.

"Unfortunately a good point." He acquiesces as gracefully as he's really likely to - he's no great seducer when he's this worn-down, but defeats don't really hit too hard, either. "I imagine I'll be in good shape by tonight. Or - you know, whenever then-or-later you're up for it."

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"Later, mm? Gazza will have both of his lords training him, mm?" One soft promise against his lips before he pulls back and returns to the pan on the stove. Savio, wanting noises of his own, starts to nudge at Jack's hand with his beak.

June 24th, action

[250mhzwabl]

The barest shape of Zevran's promise is enough, and Jack settles back down against the table with an easy smile, content to get into a poking war with Savio and let his mind wander upon that prospect. Both lords.

It takes several moments of meandering until his mind fuzzily stumbles over an impediment to that, and he pulls a face that is half grin and half grimage, pressing his eye down against his forearm.

"Yeah. Assuming one of his lords isn't soundly couched for being a complete idiot."

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

"Mm. You saw it as well?" He has to repeat himself twice for Savio's sake, the light blinking through, followed by an abbreviated, and somewhat stilted Gene bad?

Zevran may or may not have been ranting at the bird earlier.

June 24th, action

[250mhzwabl]

GENE GOOD

Jack takes over the key without thinking, tapping the reassurance as he gives Zev a commiserating look.

"I wasn't sitting in his lap to be affectionate at that point. I promise."

GENE NO. GENE NO

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

GENE GOOD Savio mimics once, twice, thrice to set the pattern in right before clacking his beak at Jack, trying to nudge him from the button.

MY BUTTON

Zev, oblivious to this, stirs the mess in the pan before turning back with a mug of coffee for Jack. "Your thoughts on the matter?"

June 24th, action

[250mhzwabl]

"Thoughts? 'Idiot,' if I'm being nice."

HOUSE BUTTON

He gives an aggrieved noise, watching the mug with a trace of apprehension in his appreciation. Every mercy willing it won't just make him feel sicker, but there's usually no way to know until he tries.

"He knows Rogue is touchy about it. He knows that! And- I mean, fine. He gets drunk, does a little kissing, that's not cheating where I'm concerned and I'm pretty sure he knows that. But did he ever sound that out with you? Or, you know, give even a tiny warning before just rolling it out in a way that might end up slamming the self-destruct button on a perfectly good friendship?"