I mean I don't, really, I don't even know what I'd do if someone I knew, but- earlier- showed up here. [Young Layla. Young Donna. Good lord, that's a terrifying thought.]
Is there anything I can do to help? Get him talking, maybe. Try and figure out when he's from for you. A secret little spy mission.
[He can just picture this: Steven being like "yeah, uh, just curious, friend, what's the date?" in the middle of something completely different. Quentin might be stupid in love with him, but subtle he generally isn't.]
Don't, it's okay. I'll figure it out when I'm ready to deal.
Or, very likely, when the city decides it's time for me to deal. I at least want the bruises better healed before he sees me
He doesn't know I'm here. You can mention me if he asks or if I come up or something but maybe like...don't tell him how recently you've seen me? Like let him assume I might be gone, you know? Does that make sense?
That sounds really nice, actually. I'd like to treat you to something nice. Anywhere in particular you like to go? I, um, haven't been many places, yet. Not food places. Mostly drink places.
IF you want- I could bring a collar in my bag. No pressure, just- if you'd like to wear it, you know, out. But if you'd rather keep that to behind closed doors, you know, I get it.
Wearing it out sounds nice. If I decide I don't like it I can take it off, no big deal. Bring the green, maybe?
[Not that he expects Steven to get grabby with him in a restaurant, but there are, you know...options, on the walk home, and it means he won't have to swap it out when they arrive. Plus, the white is a lot...louder than the deep green. The deep green blends into the shadow more, but the white kinda screams "I'm a collar!"]
Do you like diner type stuff? Like [he almost says burgers, then remembers Steven is vegan] fries and veggie burgers and [what do vegans eat for breakfast food] ...fruit? I don't know, also open to suggestions
[His eyebrows go up a little, at that. Does that mean he's feeling better? Or at least, a little less bad? Steven should still be careful. Not just leap on him.]
Diner food sounds lovely. Cor, but I'd kill for some nice greasy chips about now.
[It's hot, today. Hot enough that Steven's finally forgoing trousers and button downs, and borrowed some of Marc's things; a faded, second-hand t-shirt and some pale cargo shorts. He waits outside for Quentin, ambling up and down the sidewalk, and lights up when he comes into view.]
Hi, pet. [A hand reaches out for Quentin's face, brushing a thumb against his cheek, when he's close enough.]
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Like he REALLY hasn't done anything
He's from before the timeline where we were together
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Poor Quentin; this place hasn't been kind to you lately, has it?
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Like, I don't know when exactly he's from but I can tell it's pre-puzzle just based on how he's talking
He's a different person. He's my friend, but...
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I mean I don't, really, I don't even know what I'd do if someone I knew, but- earlier- showed up here. [Young Layla. Young Donna. Good lord, that's a terrifying thought.]
Is there anything I can do to help? Get him talking, maybe. Try and figure out when he's from for you. A secret little spy mission.
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Don't, it's okay. I'll figure it out when I'm ready to deal.
Or, very likely, when the city decides it's time for me to deal. I at least want the bruises better healed before he sees me
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All right. I, um- I did message him. Does he know you're here? Should I avoid mentioning you?
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[One thing he's gotten quite good at is hiding the truth.]
So, um
My sub's taken off for a few days- maybe a week, maybe less/more- she likes to get out into the woods, get back to nature. It's an elf thing.
If you wanted to come over, for some of that.... or more than some... you're welcome. Anytime.
Otherwise it's just me kicking about the place on my lonesome.
[Especially when Marc's still playing least-in-sight after the big blowout.]
And Bernie. But he's a bonsai, so he's pretty quiet.
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[And literal days of not having to take a collar off!]
Do you wanna like, go get dinner or a drink or something and then go back to your place? At least pretend we do something other than fuck
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IF you want- I could bring a collar in my bag. No pressure, just- if you'd like to wear it, you know, out. But if you'd rather keep that to behind closed doors, you know, I get it.
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[Not that he expects Steven to get grabby with him in a restaurant, but there are, you know...options, on the walk home, and it means he won't have to swap it out when they arrive. Plus, the white is a lot...louder than the deep green. The deep green blends into the shadow more, but the white kinda screams "I'm a collar!"]
Do you like diner type stuff? Like [he almost says burgers, then remembers Steven is vegan] fries and veggie burgers and [what do vegans eat for breakfast food] ...fruit? I don't know, also open to suggestions
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Diner food sounds lovely. Cor, but I'd kill for some nice greasy chips about now.
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[It's hot, today. Hot enough that Steven's finally forgoing trousers and button downs, and borrowed some of Marc's things; a faded, second-hand t-shirt and some pale cargo shorts. He waits outside for Quentin, ambling up and down the sidewalk, and lights up when he comes into view.]
Hi, pet. [A hand reaches out for Quentin's face, brushing a thumb against his cheek, when he's close enough.]
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