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a small note is attached to the bottle. ]
Billy -
I'd say welcome back, but this place really isn't the greatest unless you're into sex, booze, and not giving a shit about-- [ there's a faux scribble over some nonsense words. ] -- just kidding. I know that's totally your thing, but when you realize what really goes on around here, you'll see. Anyway, I'm glad to see you more because waking up to you being gone kinda sucked. If you need anything at all, find me.
"I'm not taking it personal, you cunt." Homelander's the one calling him heavy. Not that it's making Butcher move just yet. Instead, he's leaning in for another searing kiss.
It's not like Homelander actually minds the weight. He likes how warm and solid Billy feels straddling him... he just happens to like teasing him over it, too. Who cares if it's deserved or even accurate?
He lets out a pained little moan at the kiss but does nothing to pull away, his hands slipping under Billy's shirt to grip at his flanks.
"We were having a moment?" he murmurs, a tug of a smile tarring his half-assed attempt at feigned innocence.
I thought I had finally gotten rid of you and that nazi lover.
[It's not even the original message, as the original had ended up misfired to the wrong person, but it will have to do. Look, it's nearly a welcome back, right? At least, for Kimiko to Butcher.]
ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!
Just name the time and place, big man and I guarantee you’ll see that and more.
Yes, and there’s nothing we can do about it. Even if I tell you not to have photos you dislike being sent out on your device, pictures you never took will send out.
[He does try to warn her at least, but it's a tad too late. They're stuck under the bloody plant now and he has no doubt they're going to feel that sway soon enough. There's a stiff grin and a brief chuckle. Well--]
[He can't not give him a little shit now that they're both under the red fucking plant. His eyes linger for a moment on the other man before he crosses his arms.]
[He made a face and crossed his own arms over his chest. It was like looking in a bizarre mirror. At least his other self didn't have a forest on his face.]
Unless ya wanna walk away. We'll suffer, but I can handle it.
Anyone can be classy if they want to be. It's just a word. You define it however you like.
For example: How does one ask to become properly acquainted with the handsome gentleman she is currently sharing her living space with? There may, in fact, be some wine left, too.
[Butcher's discarded his usual trench coat, at least, but he's still clad in his usual Hawaiian style shirt that's half-unbuttoned. He flashes a grin when he gets the door, motioning the man come in.]
Sure, wouldn't say no to a smoke. Go on, get yourself comfortable, lad.
[Lad. God, he forgets how young he looks to people who are physically older than him sometimes. He chuckles to himself as he steps in and offers over the bottle. At least the man's got a similar sense in fashion to him. That definitely makes Toby feel better about all this.]
Pour us each a double? I doubt the bottle lasts long enough for me to get out of here, but we can pretend to be good to start.
[His tolerance is pretty high these days for all the worst reasons. Not that he'll mention it and bring down the mood. Besides, he's got two cigarettes to light while he waits for the other man to get them squared away with drinks.]
D'you know, I don't think I've been down here more than a handful of times since Elle and I signed six months ago. [Another chuckle as he hands over a lit smoke on their way to the sitting room. His fingers are cool to the touch, despite the Down's usual heat.] Suppose that's normal given she's at mine a few nights a week.
Alright, going to take me ten minutes to get there.
[ And Rude is pretty much on time as he arrives. He is dressed in his normal suit, but the collar around his neck might be a surprise. It looks like it is designed to choke if you pull on it. ]
Course I told you before... I'm not a bloody idiot.
Well, figure we could spice it up with a few other things along the way. I'll make sure you and your golden pussy won't even want to climb out of bed come morning.
[He doesn't like Butcher or anything, but he does like to try and meddle in people's business. A very elegantly wrapped box shows up on his stoop with a bottle of very good scotch and one glass. And a note.]
[ His gift is different given there's no need to deliver it physically. However, a few presents are for him under the sparkling tree in the main sitting room.
They are neatly wrapped in deep red paper and include a bottle of scotch, a few decent cigars, a cologne bottle with a spiced and earthy tone, and a charcoal gray button-down shirt.
There is no card but a festive picture is included with a message:
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, William! Elle 💗" ]
a holiday delivery; december 23rd
a small note is attached to the bottle. ]
Billy -
I'd say welcome back, but this place really isn't the greatest unless you're into sex, booze, and not giving a shit about-- [ there's a faux scribble over some nonsense words. ] -- just kidding. I know that's totally your thing, but when you realize what really goes on around here, you'll see. Anyway, I'm glad to see you more because waking up to you being gone kinda sucked. If you need anything at all, find me.
Merry Christmas,
Hope
un: midsexter (misfire)
im coming home real horny
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Yeah?
How bad are you wanting it?
[Might as well have a little fun, eh?]
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text; un canary (misfire)
can’t sleep.
come wear me out.
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But either way, normally, I'd at least expect a drink first.
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text; un: fangsarefun
[ there's a photo attached to the message. ]
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Something like that?
Black definitely, love.
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un: sparkletrash (misfire)
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a farewell ; superdick
"I'm not taking it personal, you cunt." Homelander's the one calling him heavy. Not that it's making Butcher move just yet. Instead, he's leaning in for another searing kiss.
"You ruining the bloody moment though."
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He lets out a pained little moan at the kiss but does nothing to pull away, his hands slipping under Billy's shirt to grip at his flanks.
"We were having a moment?" he murmurs, a tug of a smile tarring his half-assed attempt at feigned innocence.
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text; un: notaweapon
[It's not even the original message, as the original had ended up misfired to the wrong person, but it will have to do. Look, it's nearly a welcome back, right? At least, for Kimiko to Butcher.]
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--> Action?
Action!
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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!
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Now, mate, if you were wanting a wee bit of a hookup, all you had to do was say so.
I didn't need this shite.
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Text -> Action
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fibber overflow | @makeitpink
Too many to name, love.
And not enough in the fun way
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fibber overflow | @showstopper #1
Well, mate, it could be yours for one teeny, tiny fee.
Wouldn't say no to a repeat of our last meet up.
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Sorry for the delay! Was overseas! I understand if you'd rather let these threads drop
No worries! Got eaten up by the holidays!
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fibber overflow | vintsparkler
Not so much as a complaint.
Just a wish to see it in person one day.
Kind of fucked up they're posting our photos though.
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Yes, and there’s nothing we can do about it. Even if I tell you not to have photos you dislike being sent out on your device, pictures you never took will send out.
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fibber overflow | showstopper #2
Well, won't say no if you'd like a do-over...
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I'll be there, love.
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This for any special occasion?
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mistlefoe; devilsheel
Oi--
[He does try to warn her at least, but it's a tad too late. They're stuck under the bloody plant now and he has no doubt they're going to feel that sway soon enough. There's a stiff grin and a brief chuckle. Well--]
Could've gotten a worse partner, that's for sure.
mistlefoe; the_real_mccoy
Oi, you can't watch where you're walking?
[He can't not give him a little shit now that they're both under the red fucking plant. His eyes linger for a moment on the other man before he crosses his arms.]
Suppose we're doing this.
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Unless ya wanna walk away. We'll suffer, but I can handle it.
[They gave each other shit. It was necessary.]
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mistlefoe; invicto
What can I say? Maybe I'm a glutton...
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Feel free to let me know when you're ready for another round.
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mistlefoes: legelly
[That's kind of fucking cute, actually...]
See, love, now you've got me thinking I might not be a classy enough bloke for those kinds of texts.
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For example: How does one ask to become properly acquainted with the handsome gentleman she is currently sharing her living space with? There may, in fact, be some wine left, too.
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mistlefoe; rockandrollvampire
[Butcher's discarded his usual trench coat, at least, but he's still clad in his usual Hawaiian style shirt that's half-unbuttoned. He flashes a grin when he gets the door, motioning the man come in.]
Sure, wouldn't say no to a smoke. Go on, get yourself comfortable, lad.
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Pour us each a double? I doubt the bottle lasts long enough for me to get out of here, but we can pretend to be good to start.
[His tolerance is pretty high these days for all the worst reasons. Not that he'll mention it and bring down the mood. Besides, he's got two cigarettes to light while he waits for the other man to get them squared away with drinks.]
D'you know, I don't think I've been down here more than a handful of times since Elle and I signed six months ago. [Another chuckle as he hands over a lit smoke on their way to the sitting room. His fingers are cool to the touch, despite the Down's usual heat.] Suppose that's normal given she's at mine a few nights a week.
Tobias, by the way. Good to finally meet you.
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mistlefoe; not_actually_a_bad_guy
... Now? Here.
[Look, here's a nice little address to a motel.]
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[ And Rude is pretty much on time as he arrives. He is dressed in his normal suit, but the collar around his neck might be a surprise. It looks like it is designed to choke if you pull on it. ]
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mistlefoe; cosmicmistake
Course I told you before... I'm not a bloody idiot.
Well, figure we could spice it up with a few other things along the way. I'll make sure you and your golden pussy won't even want to climb out of bed come morning.
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Present!
Share this with the guy who got the other glass.
Christmas Delivery!
They are neatly wrapped in deep red paper and include a bottle of scotch, a few decent cigars, a cologne bottle with a spiced and earthy tone, and a charcoal gray button-down shirt.
There is no card but a festive picture is included with a message:
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, William! Elle 💗" ]
xmas gift;