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[devilstongue]

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[devilstongue]

[ Molly just... breaks into laughter. He laughs so much that the barista looks a bit concerned, and he has to take a moment to compose himself and take a drink. ]

...typical Jester.

[halforc]

[ A reluctant smile forms as he takes a deep draught of his coffee, giving Mollymauk the time to calm down from his laughter. It's infectious, although Fjord manages to hold down a smirk with admirable effort. ]

She knows now that she's ... not my type.

[ Another bite of that tart instead of looking up at the one in front of him, aha. ]

[devilstongue]

She's watched far too much porn and probably forgot that being bi doesn't mean you have to do the threesome trope.

[ He's glad Beau is there to help her on her lesbian journey and unlearn all that stuff. Marion's wonderful, but it did leave a bit of a skewed sense of sex for Jester.

Noticing how Fjord concentrates on his tart, he chuckles again. ]

Well, tiefling definitely seems to be your type.

[halforc]

[ Wow. Yellow eyes flicker up flatly, the smile remaining as he wipes his mouth with a serviette. ]

My ex was a half-elf, actually.

[ So there. ]

I only flirted with Jester for fun, it was never serious. I didn't think she'd go anywhere with it, she had a girlfriend.

[devilstongue]

[ He snorts at that, tail flicking a little. ]

Fair enough.

[ Molly eats a bit more of his tart, savoring it unlike blue menace they were talking about. ]

Do you go to the gym with Beau?

[ He looked fit, after all, but now with some actual thiccness to protect his muscles rather than tearing them apart. ]

I go to yoga there sometimes. I can bend backwards and reach my heels but I can barely lift stuff.

[halforc]

[ I know exactly how far you can bend, he thinks but doesn't say, because that would be creepy. ]

I do, actually. [ Beau's ripped and she likes to hit and kick things, her hobbies are obvious. ] We end up on the weights after my cardio and her boxing is done.

I could show you how to use the weights, if you want.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly chuckles again, red eyes full of amusement and a little bit of... uncertainty? ]

Are we deciding on the next date already?

[ He's... not really done that before, but he wants to see Fjord again. He wants to sit and talk like this with him, not just climb into his lap and grind himself against him. (He wants that too, of course, but... there's something more.)

Something that wants a second date. ]

Gym date, get all sweaty and gross in a whole new way.

[halforc]

Gym date. You'll go off me within three seconds of seeing how much I sweat.

[ It just takes effort to keep up with Beau, who is built with deceptively slender limbs that pulse with muscles the second she looks at the weights. It's entirely unfair. Fjord always takes a change of clothes, even when he doesn't have a beautiful tiefling along for the ride. ]

It's best to have someone with you so you don't hurt yourself on the machines, think of me as your unofficial cheerleader.

[devilstongue]

I don't know about that, it can be pretty hot.

[ Sweat, that is. As long as it's clean.

Molly shows off his 'guns', which are about the same slenderness of Beau's but without the steel cable muscle in them. There's definitely some in there, though, because Fjord has seen him on a pole holding himself sideways with only his arms. ]

Mmm, gym guard and cheerleader. I'm into it.

[halforc]

Very impressive.

[ Shrugging off his leather jacket to hang off the back of the chair, he does absolutely nothing of the kind with his own biceps, larger than Molly's given sheer size difference atop anything else, but he does reach over to jab his fork in a corner of Molly's tart to steal some and if that shows off his upper body as he leans forward on the table, a body that wants very much to flatten itself all over that delicious tiefling's, well, that's not Fjord's fault.

Happily munching his stolen mouthful, he waves his fork. ]

What do you do when you're not working on building sets and being internet-famous?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly snorts and uses the moment Fjord leans over to steal a bit of his tart to admire his bulk compared to his own. The tiefling wasn't a waifish stick, but the half-orc certainly made him feel like one when looming like that.

In retaliation, he steals a piece from Fjord's tart as well, curious about the taste. ]

Me? Well, I like to hang with friends, and I have a thrift store addiction that they threaten to have an intervention for. Other times I just like listening to music while pampering myself.

[ He raises a brow, slipping the stolen piece into his own mouth. Slowly, and there's a peek of that two-pronged tongue. ]

What about you?

[halforc]

I like thrift stores.

[ After his accident and the Olympic funding ran out, he spent a lot of time trying to spend as little of what he had left as possible.

... That forked tongue is a distraction he pretends not to notice. ]

I collect things with an oceanic theme, shells and things. There are auctions online for rare bottled ships, all kinds of weird paraphernalia. I ... [ Oh, fuck. ] I also larp with Caduceus, once in a while. We have a big tent that I drive over and set up for the weekend, it's a lot of fun.

[devilstongue]

See, I knew you were my type.

[ Anyone who likes thrift stores is a great person, he's taking Fjord out hunting one day.

(Even more plans....? Shit.)

The collecting of sea stuff makes him smile, as it seemed to fit a former swimmer, and collectors were always fun to find stuff with as well. The last part makes him a little confused, though, and he cocks his head to the side. ]

What's larp?

[halforc]

[ Oh, boy. In for a copper, in for a gold. ]

So, a lot of people meet up in a field for a weekend and there's usually another one off to the side where cars are parked and normal tents are hitched up. If you want to stay in-character then you can sleep on the main field, it's up to you. We usually do the latter. You dress up like ancient heroes and the crew of the larp dresses as monsters, it's live-action-role-play. We don't always fight, sometimes we figure out mysterious puzzles ... it depends on the weather, more than anything. Hard to do battle in a muddy field.

[ If he didn't sound like a dork before ... ]

Caduceus is a spooky Cleric and I'm a magical Paladin. I have a foam sword and fake armour, all of that.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly listens, amused and intrigued at the same time. he doesn't quite get it but it sounds amazing. Grownup version of playing pretend, out with foam swords and living stories. It sounds like fun, honestly. ]

Fuck, you're handsome and a nerd, that's amazing.

[ There's a small laugh, but it's sweet and curious rather than mocking. ]

A paladin, huh? You do strike me like a knight in shining armor.

[halforc]

I didn't intend to get sucked into it, I just couldn't let Caduceus wander into a field full of weirdos alone so I went along, then I had a whole background for my character and needed a sword ... it got addictive fast. I have two swords, actually. You can play with them sometime, if you want.

[ That's just the worst come-on ever and he knows it, saluting Mollymauk with his drink. ]

I'm a knight with lots of time on his hands.

[devilstongue]

Oh, I would love to play with your sword...

[ His eyes lower for a second, and then up again with a smile. He loves the obvious come-ons and the humor, wholly enjoying this date as he sips his latte. ]

Me and Yasha used to do ren fairs sometimes, is that similar? Do you have any pics?

[halforc]

[ Mollymauk at a ren faire sounds like it would be cute as hell to see. Fjord brings the pictures of him and Caduceus up on his phone, taken by a photographer off the side of the field; stoically standing together amid other fighters, then action shots of Caduceus "casting" a spell with photoshop effects and Fjord yelling as he swings his sword. ]

That's the last one we went to, we upgraded our costumes quite a bit.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly leans over to look at the picture, seeing the half-orc in his armor and a pink-haired firbolg looking serious and serene at once. The sword swinging is wonderful and he feels like his face is going to hurt after so much smiling. ]

You two look amazing. I just put on this amazing coat I have and Yasha wears some furs, then we get really drunk. You're really into it for real!

[ He's so smitten with this nerd-jock-flowerboy. ]

I love it.

[halforc]

Thanks, [ he's starting to feel like there's no area of his life that Molly isn't comfortable with, which is amazing, ] we should grab the others and all go to the next ren faire, just as a big group to have some ale and bother the pirates.

[devilstongue]

Oh gods, that would be a mess. I'm so into it, though.

[ He had mostly stopped going because the Cree person said she would be there once... but in a big group? Oh yes. ]

It seems we're planning a lot of dates, here...

[halforc]

Well, they don't have to be dates, [ said with a shrug as he holds onto his glass for warmth, glancing away to make it all the more casual, ] we'll be hanging out with our friends, near ... each other. I don't expect to command your attention or anything.

[devilstongue]

You have no idea how much of attention whore I am.

[ Molly winks again, putting his chin in his hands and just watching Fjord as they speak. ]

...but I would love to hang out more, in either case. They're going to go crazy when they hear this.

[halforc]

I'd like to spend some more time together too, Mollymauk, wherever you want.

[ He holds that eye-contact, briefly glancing down at pretty lips and not being subtle about it as his eyes crinkle with a shy smile. He can be coy, shh. ]

How old are you, by the way? I feel like we should have some basic information on each other to feed our friends.

[devilstongue]

[ Whatever he wants. Shit, what does he want? This is all such new territory for him. All Molly knows is that he's having fun and doesn't want that to stop.

Those eyes are so intriguing, and the little glance makes him stick out the tiny prongs just a bit. (Of course that's when Fjord asks his age and Molly almost bites his tongue when he laughs.) ]

Oooh, yeah. My age is kind of... messed up. I was probably in my upper teens, early adulthood when I was hit, but nobody knows the exact number. That was eight years ago, so my papers say 26. Give or take a few years. We usually call me eight just to be funny. What about you?