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tushanshu2013-12-12 11:38 pm
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[ While other people are out and about in the snow, this certain Texan is staying indoors as much as possible.
Hey turtle-crew. Here is mysterious text guy that has been bothering you over the past week or so. Looks like he's climbed out of his shell and onto video, though it isn't his preferred method (in actuality, Bro prefers to be the person behind the camera... but that's another story.) The dude is tall, and his flaxen hair is spiked high. It typically is covered by a hat, but this evening, it seems he's going without. He's also wearing a black undershirt with black slacks, sculpted muscles rippling with his movement. ]
Hey.
[ So what could this six-foot-something-tall, beef-cake guy want? The way he was stoically looking at the camera was a bit intimidating, umber colored eyes hidden by a pair of pointed shades. Behind him in his suite there seems to be a mess of all sorts of fabrics and materials he has obtained, along with a stray sewing machine.
He looks off to the side for a moment, lacking any expression, then turns his attention back to the feed. ]
I'm selling handmade cute shit.
Come and get it.
[ .... Okay? Not what you'd expect from a guy with his looks and physique, also not the greatest sales pitch, but maybe you ought to inquire further. ]
Also taking commissions.
Bitches love commissions.
[ /end feed right there. ]
Hey turtle-crew. Here is mysterious text guy that has been bothering you over the past week or so. Looks like he's climbed out of his shell and onto video, though it isn't his preferred method (in actuality, Bro prefers to be the person behind the camera... but that's another story.) The dude is tall, and his flaxen hair is spiked high. It typically is covered by a hat, but this evening, it seems he's going without. He's also wearing a black undershirt with black slacks, sculpted muscles rippling with his movement. ]
Hey.
[ So what could this six-foot-something-tall, beef-cake guy want? The way he was stoically looking at the camera was a bit intimidating, umber colored eyes hidden by a pair of pointed shades. Behind him in his suite there seems to be a mess of all sorts of fabrics and materials he has obtained, along with a stray sewing machine.
He looks off to the side for a moment, lacking any expression, then turns his attention back to the feed. ]
I'm selling handmade cute shit.
Come and get it.
[ .... Okay? Not what you'd expect from a guy with his looks and physique, also not the greatest sales pitch, but maybe you ought to inquire further. ]
Also taking commissions.
Bitches love commissions.
[ /end feed right there. ]
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Already thought of you, princess. Don't you worry your fuckin' fins.
[ Look at that cheeky ass-smile.
He'll leave you in the suspense of what it is. ]
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Prince. [He gives him an incredulous and suspicious look. HE DOESN'T TRUST THIS....] You hawe?
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FUCK. ]
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I did. You're a hard pain in the ass to not forget.
[ He's just going to pique your interest more. ]
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Spill it.
[he says pretty sternly. He doesn't like secrets.]
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and I'll show it to you after to tell me what it is you're wanting.
I can make anything.
[ What a tease. ]
Just state it, and I'll give a price.
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[A beat.]
Maybe I was just curious about what it is you plan on makin' with all those materials. Or, more so, what you can make without it bein' some wague bee ess like "anythin'".
Besides, where do you get off makin' me shit without me ewen askin' for it, hmmm? [He's actually really flattered by the idea.]
But fine, sure, whatewer. Was wonderin' if you got any experience in makin' capes.
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[ Look how upset he is. Look at him.
There's a pause. ]
—What you need a cape for?
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[And look at how DONE he is with your shit.]
[Except not really, he's just rolling his eyes and sighing.]
That ain't a price.
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Shit. That is the most lame-ass request you could possibly conjure up.
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4 juulan.
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I don't see how it makes me a fuckin' tool.
It's gotta be wiolet, high colored. High quality material, I don't want no cheap ass cape.
[That isn't a terrible price though, so he won't complain.]
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Yeah, sure.
I'll use the bedsheets from motherfucking angels— jack some purple drank on that bizwhack and call it a fuckin' day.
You'll be so on top of the world, you won't know what to think of yourself.
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Angels? [he almost sounds offended, but he's pretty sure he's just being an ass.]
I'll wait an' see if that much is true.
[beat.]
So, beyond this little shout out about commissions and sellin' miscellaneous objects, you any closer to garnerin' yourself a actual business?
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Fuck— what? You mean nobody has hired you yet?
[ the amount of sarcasm is unreal. ]
Shit, bro, I thought everybody would be chomping at the butt to hire you with such an impressive resume.
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[There's a slight growl to his tone. He might be pretty bad at human sarcasm, but he'd have to be an idiot to not pick up on that.]
Was just askin' about the progress is all, but perhaps I don't fuckin' care now that you're just tryin' to mock me.
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Can't complain.
[ Bro runs his fingers through his fringe, sleeking it back a bit. ]
Why.
Still interested?
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[yes.]
Not like it matters much if it ain't a thing yet.
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Who says I'll hire anybody when I can see I can make it damn well fine on my own?
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[ He just holds it up. ]
Hope you like it.
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[SHRUG. He's just going to slightly pout. It's so subtle, clearly no one can see how much his bottom lip is kinda sticking out in a huff. It is invisible to the naked eye, yep. totally.]
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Why the fuck would I want that? [Oh no it's kinda cute...]
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Cause it's seahorse-y and shit and aren't you like a little mermaid or some bullshit.
Don't pull that tsundere bee fucking ess on me, man.
You think it's cute.
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[That gets an indignant snort.]
Well it ain't ugly.
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I'll give it to you when you come by for me to take your measurements.
[ You have no say in the matter evidently. ]
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