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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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[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.]
2/2
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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[Evidently, Eridan doesn't mind.]
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The sooner you get here, the sooner you get your little cape.
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[ Insert directions here. ]
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[Aaand he cuts the feed to go get primped and ready, because he's not about to look like yesterday's garbage if he's going out, gosh. So, 'be there soon' turns into he's there almost an hour later. Soon is relative anyways.]
[Sure enough, he's at Bro's place, knocking at the door and waiting impatiently, as if he has any right to be.]