[ Mollymauk's mornings start with coffee, a smoothie and little pickings of what's in the fridge (mini sausages and cheese today!), as well as his laptop and e-mails. He's so glad that he has different ones for his business things and his website stuff, his text-to-voice reading through a few offers for sponsor deals that he'll decide on later, and an e-mail from Jester asking how he is and somehow managing to talk his ear off even when he's not actually hearing her voice. He shoots her an email back and then continues with his other account.
The client that wanted the flower photos is really happy and he's gotten several tips upon the payment, earning himself a whooping 280 bucks, minus the flower cost. The fact that he got a lot of shots out of it is great, too, because he can use the non-personal ones for the rest of his fans. There's a few other tips and stuff he goes through, using his little post-it note system for who wants ass shots, tail things, dick pics... some even ask for softer things but with personal twists, videos saying their name or something like that.
(Looks like he has to buy another cucumber again.)
Then it was checking the new subscribers. Immediately he almost chokes on his smoothie when he sees a six-month subscription from what has to be Fjord. He was definitely interested if he jumped straight into that, and Molly fishes out his phone to find the half-orc's phone number. ]
[ Lazing in bed the next morning after a hearty jacking-off session that sent him right to sleep, he drags his phone across the blankets to see who's messaging him, frowning in his daze. He blinks widely at the name a moment later and the bottom falls out of his stomach.
He curses as the sheets, sticky from the night before and now peeling away grossly from his thighs, need escaping from and his boxers re-discovered before he can reply. Fjord is in the kitchen brewing coffee before he figures out what to send back, rubbing a hand over his face as he groans at his own eagerness, feeling like he's been caught peeping through a keyhole. ]
[ Molly picks his phone up again as it dings, and there's a giddy rush in his blood as he sees the message from Fjord. What a silly crush this is, he hasn't been this hot over someone for a while.
Usually it was just hookups from the bar, but this? He wanted to see more of this guy before they fucked and parted. ]
Oh, I am, and you're a sweet handsome man that I would like to have coffee with.
Sounds like a good place, name your day and time and thank you, I try 😘
[ He's heard that a million times over. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy, hot... somehow it still strikes him different in this message.
His eyes are lovely.
Pausing for a moment, he takes a selfie of his eyes as close as he can get without making it blurry. There's no makeup so they're not as nicely framed as usual, but the lashes are still long and the subtle glow in those eyes create a shimmery effect. Almost invisible in there is the faint outline of a pupil. ]
[ He's about to reply when a picture comes through. Fjord grins, saving the photo after studying it for a minute, then decides he's going to be a reckless moron as he takes a selfie of himself (waist up!) bare-chested as he sips his coffee in a salute. Maybe it's because he doesn't know Molly that well that he feels so bold, not worried about the picture being passed around when it looks so casually snapped.
From what he saw of the tiefling, there's a lot more hair on himself and his own scars are like random flecks, the paler green running down his neck spreading all the way down the centre of his chest and leading south past relaxed abs. He's not as cut as he was when in his prime as a swimmer but it's just a little extra thiccness, adding to his bulk.
Melora's the one who keeps feeding him up on her home-cooked meals, he can't turn all those dishes down. ]
[ Excuse Molly, he has to stare at that picture for a while, marveling at the muscle and thick chest that had been hidden by that henley. The dark hair traveling over his body just seemed to be made to drag your fingers through, and the wonderful gradients of dark to almost lime green that's really gorgeous.
He's so fucked ].
So am I
[ Molly types, eagerly. He doesn't take subscribers on dates because he's not quite a person to some, more of an idea. It could get creepy. Fjord, though? Fjord he met before he was a terrible flirter and instead showed him his site to get him on the hook. ]
[ He picks the coffee shop that Caleb and Jester like in equal but respective measure for the coffee and pastries, shooting Mollymauk one more photo. Unfortunately, it's just of a thumbs-up next to Fjord's coffee pot, which is full and suggests he's not heading out for caffeine today, whatever the excuse. Eleven seems a decent enough hour, isn't it? Right, good. Once the time and place is finalised he signs off to go and have a shower, in reality messaging the group chat that includes Caleb, Nott, Beau and Jester. Caduceus is in there too, but he hardly ever checks his notifs, so the first people to answer are predictably the nosiest when he asks what he should wear on a date.
GO NAKED, SHOW US YER TITS BIG MAN!! Nott is zero help.
sumthin nice go 4 thu blu top u no the 1 the bLU E ONE Same with Beau.
OH MY GOSH FJORD YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE??? WITH WHO????? Jester keysmashes for a solid minute.
I agree with Beauregard; your dark blue shirt with some black trousers would be very smart. Perhaps, and this is only my suggestion, your brown shoes too? Bless Caleb in every way.
???? comes through from Caduceus right as Fjord is stepping out the door.
That's how Fjord turns up at the coffee shop looking smart-casual, sleeves once more rolled-up because he started to overheat on his way over under his brown leather jacket, specifically instructed to wear the latter by Caleb to match his slip-on boots and now forced to carry it over one arm because it's damn hot out. For once, he isn't covered in soil! He waits outside for Mollymauk. ]
[ It's been a while since he had a date, so Molly spends quite some time getting ready, throwing clothes all over his room to find something perfect. Summery and hot but not trying too hard at the same time.
That's how he eventually arrives, in a lovely green tunic with off-the shoulder sleeves that reveal more of his peacock feathers. Slim pants that are as dark red as his eyes, and nice sandals. His horns are full of jinglies as usual, and he has some bangles around one wrist.
Instead of the holo backpack, Molly comes with a smaller, but just as obnoxious gold purse. ]
[ The moment he spots Mollymauk his expression breaks into a grin, relieved to see him looking so happy in turn and getting an eyeful of that peacock in person. None of the guys he knows carry purses but he's starting to mentally slot Mollymauk into a category of all his own, an amorphously attractive creature no matter the scenario. ]
Hi! You look stunning. It's good to see you again.
[ He ducks down to rest a hand on a waist and peck him on the cheek, mindful of those wicked horns. ]
[ He replies, unable to keep his eyes off the half-orc and today's non-work style. They both looked nice and dressy without it being fancy, and it's all very official date-y. That was a strange but not unwelcome thought.
Molly's not quite prepared for the cheek kiss, though, and he flushes a bit. Normally he would balk from sudden intimacy like that, but Fjord was really out here making him feel special. Excited. ]
Shall we go inside? I'm curious about these tarts!
[ Not in any way like Jester, but sometimes a treat was great.
He walks into the place after Fjord holds the door open, a smile given in return for the nice gesture. At the question about the photo shoot, he rubs the back of his neck a bit. Fjord has to know what it was for, now... and the knowledge that the half-orc's seen his raunchy stuff is a little strange. Not bad, just a very backwards date.
More than the hookup he had been fishing for. ]
Oh, it was great. I got a lot out of it, I'll show you after we order.
[ Heading inside, the coffee-shop is a nice cosy nook with enough modernity to make him feel comfortable, unable to function as-is unless he gets some more caffeine for his nerves, which are present but buried beneath good manners. He can't help blurting out his thoughts as they queue, standing behind Mollymauk and getting a whiff of his perfume. ]
Thanks for meeting up with me, it must be weird after I subscribed to your website.
[ Molly looks around, charmed by the little shop and the cozy atmosphere. He's trying to decipher the list of beverages when Fjord speaks again, and he flushes a little bit. ]
It was... forward of me to give you that link, I know. It was the best I could think of to see if you were interested beyond work pleasantness. At least I know you find me attractive.
[ He's shitty at some of these things, okay? Somehow it was easier to show a lot of skin for him than wait for a date that might never happen. ]
I was really hoping you'd agree to this. Just... don't be creepy.
I, ah. I was going to sit on the opposite side of the table to you, should I tell you things like that in advance? Would that make you more comfortable?
What? No, it's fine! I meant for drinks and stuff, I don't have any trauma about it. Just making sure that seeing me naked doesn't mean I'll fuck you immediately.
[ He chuckles and then reaches out to give Fjord's white lock a gentle tug, red eyes amused and soft. It wasn't often someone changed gears that quickly for his comfort. ]
[ He hoped, but that's the nature of a date. Eventually. After more dates. Wow, his ears and cheeks feel so hot as he turns to the menu, clearing his throat. The ghost of Mollymauk's fingers in his hair has him raking it back. ]
... Caramel lattes, perhaps?
[ Just as bad at flirting (well, maybe a little less) than the tiefling, he tries to claw their way out of some very forward discussions he hadn't expected to trip over at all, let alone five minutes inside the door. ]
[ Gesturing to the glass case of pastries, he orders a lemon-cream tart for Mollymauk and a raspberry-almond for himself, absently asking for large drinks. They could do with some lengthy talking today, if that little hiccup is anything to go by. ]
Down south, actually, Port Damali on the Menagerie Coast. I've only been up north a few years. You?
I think I passed through Trostenwald once while driving.
[ Not the sort of town he felt like it was worth stopping in, but evidently Mollymauk is from around there and Fjord may have been underestimating it. As they wait for their order to be made he hooks his thumbs in the back of his dark jeans, giving an easy shrug. ]
That is a question. [ A soft laugh leaves him as he clearly holds back on a bigger story. ] I had to give up what I was doing after I had an accident, I came here for physiotherapy.
[ He jiggles his left leg on the spot. ]
Tore up all the muscles in it, all the way past my hip. I'm alright now, though. I just sort of stayed here after making some friends.
[ His family was there, after all... or at least it used to be. It's quite interesting to hear that Fjord had to change his life after an accident. They had some things in common that aren't things for first dates, even if he's curious now.
Molly winces a bit at the explanation of the injury, glancing at that nice leg. ]
Ow. I'm glad you're better, it must have hurt. [ Molly can't stop smiling. ] It's a pretty decent place to stay, though. Especially with friends.
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The client that wanted the flower photos is really happy and he's gotten several tips upon the payment, earning himself a whooping 280 bucks, minus the flower cost. The fact that he got a lot of shots out of it is great, too, because he can use the non-personal ones for the rest of his fans. There's a few other tips and stuff he goes through, using his little post-it note system for who wants ass shots, tail things, dick pics... some even ask for softer things but with personal twists, videos saying their name or something like that.
(Looks like he has to buy another cucumber again.)
Then it was checking the new subscribers. Immediately he almost chokes on his smoothie when he sees a six-month subscription from what has to be Fjord. He was definitely interested if he jumped straight into that, and Molly fishes out his phone to find the half-orc's phone number. ]
I see I got myself a new fan! 💋
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He curses as the sheets, sticky from the night before and now peeling away grossly from his thighs, need escaping from and his boxers re-discovered before he can reply. Fjord is in the kitchen brewing coffee before he figures out what to send back, rubbing a hand over his face as he groans at his own eagerness, feeling like he's been caught peeping through a keyhole. ]
i told you, you're beautiful
[ It's true, he did! Fair point. ]
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Usually it was just hookups from the bar, but this? He wanted to see more of this guy before they fucked and parted. ]
Oh, I am, and you're a sweet handsome man that I would like to have coffee with.
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coffee is good, coffee and tarts are better and i know a place that sells both
you really are gorgeous
i'm not just saying that, your eyes are lovely
[ And he hits Send before he can chicken out !!! ]
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Sounds like a good place, name your day and time
and thank you, I try
😘
[ He's heard that a million times over. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy, hot... somehow it still strikes him different in this message.
His eyes are lovely.
Pausing for a moment, he takes a selfie of his eyes as close as he can get without making it blurry. There's no makeup so they're not as nicely framed as usual, but the lashes are still long and the subtle glow in those eyes create a shimmery effect. Almost invisible in there is the faint outline of a pupil. ]
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From what he saw of the tiefling, there's a lot more hair on himself and his own scars are like random flecks, the paler green running down his neck spreading all the way down the centre of his chest and leading south past relaxed abs. He's not as cut as he was when in his prime as a swimmer but it's just a little extra thiccness, adding to his bulk.
Melora's the one who keeps feeding him up on her home-cooked meals, he can't turn all those dishes down. ]
as you can see, i'm free today
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He's so fucked ].
So am I
[ Molly types, eagerly. He doesn't take subscribers on dates because he's not quite a person to some, more of an idea. It could get creepy. Fjord, though? Fjord he met before he was a terrible flirter and instead showed him his site to get him on the hook. ]
Where??
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GO NAKED, SHOW US YER TITS BIG MAN!! Nott is zero help.
sumthin nice go 4 thu blu top u no the 1 the bLU E ONE Same with Beau.
OH MY GOSH FJORD YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE??? WITH WHO????? Jester keysmashes for a solid minute.
I agree with Beauregard; your dark blue shirt with some black trousers would be very smart. Perhaps, and this is only my suggestion, your brown shoes too? Bless Caleb in every way.
???? comes through from Caduceus right as Fjord is stepping out the door.
That's how Fjord turns up at the coffee shop looking smart-casual, sleeves once more rolled-up because he started to overheat on his way over under his brown leather jacket, specifically instructed to wear the latter by Caleb to match his slip-on boots and now forced to carry it over one arm because it's damn hot out. For once, he isn't covered in soil! He waits outside for Mollymauk. ]
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That's how he eventually arrives, in a lovely green tunic with off-the shoulder sleeves that reveal more of his peacock feathers. Slim pants that are as dark red as his eyes, and nice sandals. His horns are full of jinglies as usual, and he has some bangles around one wrist.
Instead of the holo backpack, Molly comes with a smaller, but just as obnoxious gold purse. ]
Fjord!
[ He waves happily. ]
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Hi! You look stunning. It's good to see you again.
[ He ducks down to rest a hand on a waist and peck him on the cheek, mindful of those wicked horns. ]
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[ He replies, unable to keep his eyes off the half-orc and today's non-work style. They both looked nice and dressy without it being fancy, and it's all very official date-y. That was a strange but not unwelcome thought.
Molly's not quite prepared for the cheek kiss, though, and he flushes a bit. Normally he would balk from sudden intimacy like that, but Fjord was really out here making him feel special. Excited. ]
Shall we go inside? I'm curious about these tarts!
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They come highly recommended by the sweet-tooth in my friend circle.
[ Fjord holds the door open for Molly, intent on making a good impression beyond 'can do his actual paid job'. ]
How did your photoshoot turn out?
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[ Not in any way like Jester, but sometimes a treat was great.
He walks into the place after Fjord holds the door open, a smile given in return for the nice gesture. At the question about the photo shoot, he rubs the back of his neck a bit. Fjord has to know what it was for, now... and the knowledge that the half-orc's seen his raunchy stuff is a little strange. Not bad, just a very backwards date.
More than the hookup he had been fishing for. ]
Oh, it was great. I got a lot out of it, I'll show you after we order.
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[ Heading inside, the coffee-shop is a nice cosy nook with enough modernity to make him feel comfortable, unable to function as-is unless he gets some more caffeine for his nerves, which are present but buried beneath good manners. He can't help blurting out his thoughts as they queue, standing behind Mollymauk and getting a whiff of his perfume. ]
Thanks for meeting up with me, it must be weird after I subscribed to your website.
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It was... forward of me to give you that link, I know. It was the best I could think of to see if you were interested beyond work pleasantness. At least I know you find me attractive.
[ He's shitty at some of these things, okay? Somehow it was easier to show a lot of skin for him than wait for a date that might never happen. ]
I was really hoping you'd agree to this. Just... don't be creepy.
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[ That's such an odd request, making him rethink the kiss at the door and stand up a little straighter. ]
Do you often date ... creeps?
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[ Why he can shamelessly swallow most of a cucumber on camera but not talk normally to a person is a fucking mystery! ]
Do you have any recommendations?
[ Molly's just gonna... give up on trying to read cute swirly font now. ]
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[ Sorry, Molly, he's still fretting. ]
I, ah. I was going to sit on the opposite side of the table to you, should I tell you things like that in advance? Would that make you more comfortable?
[ He doesn't want to fuck up okay, send help. ]
I won't touch you again unless you want me to.
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[ He chuckles and then reaches out to give Fjord's white lock a gentle tug, red eyes amused and soft. It wasn't often someone changed gears that quickly for his comfort. ]
Though I appreciate the concern.
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[ He hoped, but that's the nature of a date. Eventually. After more dates. Wow, his ears and cheeks feel so hot as he turns to the menu, clearing his throat. The ghost of Mollymauk's fingers in his hair has him raking it back. ]
... Caramel lattes, perhaps?
[ Just as bad at flirting (well, maybe a little less) than the tiefling, he tries to claw their way out of some very forward discussions he hadn't expected to trip over at all, let alone five minutes inside the door. ]
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[ He's just going to steamroll all over that discussion and go back to first date things again. ]
So where are you from, Fjord? Zadash local?
[ Normal talk. Things you do to get to know people. Focus, Tealeaf! ]
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Down south, actually, Port Damali on the Menagerie Coast. I've only been up north a few years. You?
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Really? That's quite a far transplant. I'm from around Trostenwald, myself.
[ At least that's where they found him. ]
How did you end up over here?
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[ Not the sort of town he felt like it was worth stopping in, but evidently Mollymauk is from around there and Fjord may have been underestimating it. As they wait for their order to be made he hooks his thumbs in the back of his dark jeans, giving an easy shrug. ]
That is a question. [ A soft laugh leaves him as he clearly holds back on a bigger story. ] I had to give up what I was doing after I had an accident, I came here for physiotherapy.
[ He jiggles his left leg on the spot. ]
Tore up all the muscles in it, all the way past my hip. I'm alright now, though. I just sort of stayed here after making some friends.
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[ His family was there, after all... or at least it used to be. It's quite interesting to hear that Fjord had to change his life after an accident. They had some things in common that aren't things for first dates, even if he's curious now.
Molly winces a bit at the explanation of the injury, glancing at that nice leg. ]
Ow. I'm glad you're better, it must have hurt. [ Molly can't stop smiling. ] It's a pretty decent place to stay, though. Especially with friends.
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