[ To be fair, being a brat is part of his whole online persona, and... usually who he is in general. This date of his is flipping around a lot of things.
Molly's tail still at the question, and he looks at Fjord a little more sobered. People usually asked how many people he's slept with and all that, but partners was kind of new. (He doubts Fjord means sponsors.) ]
I haven't... ah, I really haven't had a relationship before, and I don't remember the name of the last person I slept with. I was pretty drunk.
[ That's the last thing he expects to hear and his expression softens, braced for something quite different. Never had a relationship before? Too drunk to remember his last lay? Well, damn. It's surprising, certainly, so he keeps his tone as kind as he can. ]
I find it hard to believe no one has snapped you up, but all the more reason for me to make a good impression and set a high bar.
I'm a bit of a handful and people don't usually keep up with me. I piss people off, I'm a mess physically and emotionally, I'm needy and I get into a lot of trouble. Not exactly relationship material.
[ Molly says with a shrug. ]
They want the experience and not the baggage, and I'm fine with that.
[ His red eyes glance back up at Fjord's. ]
I like you, though, and I want to hang out more. I dunno if you want more, but... this is the first date I've had that isn't just planning out sex, and I'm enjoying myself.
Molly, [ dropping the mauk because it feels more intimate, as much as he can hazard being on a first date as he reaches over to offer a hand, ] I said I'd take you larping. You will absolutely hate me at the end of it, but I will take you, and there will absolutely no sex but instead a ton of alcohol disguised as magical potions. You may not remember much, but I promise I'll still be there the next morning to drag you onto a muddy battlefield.
[ There's fondness blooming in his smile of uncertainty, and he looks at Fjord from under long lashes before taking that hand. There's at least one ring on every finger, and he has a short but pretty manicure in dark red. His palm is soft except for a few callouses, and he radiates heat under Fjord's hold. ]
I would really like that.
[ It's weird, how this both scared and excited him, and Molly realizes that this is all making him happy rather than a little stressed or just horny. (A lil' horny tho.) ]
Plus we share a friend group so when you dump me I'll still get to see your nerd face and they'll throw shade for years.
[ So warm. He forgot tieflings did that, Jester is always so cool to the touch. ]
More like Yasha will just snap my neck like a lily, but sure. Also, [ his hands are rougher than Molly's from working with his hands in the shop, claws filed down to nice neat nails exclusively for this date so that he can run his thumb over the back of that toasty hand, ] we're not really anything at the moment, don't jump ahead to dumping. I'd say that's rather premature.
You're not that high-maintenance. You haven't demanded anything or made us go anywhere I don't want to, haven't said anything dramatic for the sake of it. Trust me, you're fine.
[ He has no idea where to start when it comes to himself, however. ]
You'll regret saying that when I call you at 1am because I need someone to tell me what day it is and I forget Yasha's in the next room. Beau has learned to turn off her phone.
[ He chuckles, and then takes the last piece of his tart to enjoy it. ]
Favorite food? Favorite color? Turn-offs? Turn-ons? Tidbits are nice.
Beau always has her useless brick of a phone turned off, that's no standard to measure yourself against.
[ As for what Molly wants to know, Fjord keeps absently rubbing his thumb over those knuckles as he picks at his own tart. It's nice to look like a couple, even in small ways, and he can't stop smiling all because of that simple touch. ]
Favourite food is ribs, the kind with extra sauce to pour on top. That shit's exquisite, especially with mozzarella sticks. [ Comfort food is the best food! ] Hmm, I like the colour red but purple might be making a comeback ...
[ Eyes crinkled with warmth as he looks Molly over, he chuckles when it comes to more personal details. Doesn't shy away from answering though, which means he thinks it's worth opening up on their date. ]
I don't like ... getting too rough. My, ah, my ex wasn't the best at paying attention to safe-words. Being — pinned down, that's not ... not always so fun. Only when it's for real! Not ... obviously play-fighting. I know the orc-thing is a button most people like to press but the red haze that comes when I'm distressed, I don't remember much while I'm in it, so it isn't really me.
[ He's been through some toxic shit, clearing his throat as he tries to lighten the mood. ]
Turn-ons, ah. We'll have to see if you get far enough to figure those out.
Good to know she doesn't just do it to me. Or I might be the reason she does.
[ Shrug, that's just the Molly Curseâ„¢.
He smiles at the way they're still holding hands, and it's... soft. Gentle. So different from what he's used to. Hearing Fjord describe is favorite food is lovely, and he can see the man chowing down on those things happily in his head. ]
Sounds delicious. I don't really have a favorite food, I think. I'll try anything once, though, and I prefer it as spicy as possible.
[ Molly is amused by the red and addition of 'purple', and he preens a little bit under the warm, sweet gaze. ]
No wonder you like my eyes, then! I'm an 'all colors' kind of person but I have to admit peacock green is a favorite. Looks like green in general, now...
[ Wink!
He's surprised at the detail of the turn-offs, and his irritation at this famedigger bitch grows. Safe words were holy! Pinning down he could fully understand, then, even if he personally liked it. If you can't trust the person, it fucks up a lot of things.
Orc stuff? Well, Molly loves playing up his tiefling parts, but orcs have a bit of a reputation and he knows far, far too well how it is to disappear behind something when distressed and having no idea what happened.
So he smiles and gently squeezes that hand a bit in understanding... and then breaks into laughter again. ]
[ Molly's a lovely rainbow of all the colours that Fjord associates with flowers, a walking bouquet of roses and foxgloves, also smelling just as great now that they're sitting close enough for him to pick up on that. It's validating not to have any of his turn-offs questioned and any tension that may have seeped into his shoulders slips away again as Molly laughs, hands squeezing gently in a fun back-and-forth. ]
Tell me your turn-offs and we'll leave all the other stuff in that area as a surprise. Deal?
[ He leans back a bit, loosening his hold on that hand but not letting go. ]
Essentially everything you said about safe words, I'm very serious about those. I don't like to be seriously belittled and looked down upon for who I am, be it tiefling, model or doing some minor sex work. Teasing or endearingly is fine, I even like that. I don't like being gagged with something hard. I don't like blindfolds, either. [ Molly chuckles. ] I'm greedy and I want to see what's going on.
[ Ah, yes... that more serious part. ]
For first hookups and stuff... I... uh... need to leave a note to myself. Sometimes I lose time, I have... memory lapses. I just want to know I did something I wanted to.
[ Pause. ]
Oh, unless I'm staying in for a whole day, don't spank me with anything more than your hand... daddy.
[ Yeah, he's not subtle and some people give confused looks. ]
[ Damn, that's a lot. His ears heat up as he listens to first hook-up details and notes the preferences down in etched stone inside his head. ]
If you ever want to stop and record a message to yourself around me, let me know and I'll wait. [ More importantly (although he's really not over being called Daddy, wow,) ] Your lapses in memory, how often do they occur? I assume they're a lingering echo of your accident.
It's... not common, but it happens. My head's pretty fucked up, to be honest. I can't read because the letters move and I have pretty bad migraine episodes sometimes. Shaky hands. High maintenance, as I said.
[ He'll bet on three minutes after that before Fjord walks out the door.
...then again, he took the memory lapse thing really well. ]
Well ... [ Molly sounds confident but all his words have a faintly abrasive, 'fight me' edge, so Fjord just shrugs and says without ceremony, ] I suck at maths and skip the gym more often than I should, so that makes us vaguely even.
[ He's a little bit stunned for a moment - and then smiles so widely that his fangs are on display, happiness in his red eyes and a bit of relief going through his body like a deep breath of air. ]
...you're a charming fellow, Fjord. I'm glad I picked your flower shop.
[ And just to swing some charisma, to see if it hits the right mark, he brings Molly's hand up to dust a kiss over his knuckles while maintaining eye-contact with that bright smile, letting him feel the hint of tusks amid soft lips — ]
I'd never seen anyone walk into that shop who was more beautiful than the flowers.
[ He will romance the fuck out of this guy if it kills him. ]
[ Oh no, here comes that heart-fluttery thing again as he's flirted with, the romantic stuff going straight to his heart. It was new and exciting and it was making him all soft here in the coffee shop.
More beautiful than the flowers.
That red-purple heat in his face come to the surface again, and Molly keeps his hand in Fjord's, not wanting to let go. ]
[ That gains a breathy laugh as he lowers their hands, giving them a bracing squeeze again. Molly looks like a bruised plum when he blushes and it's absolutely adorable, the cool lavender facade totally falls away. ]
Not always, not with everyone.
[ There was Calianna, that girl who vaguely crushed on Caleb that Fjord blanked in real-time, he could have been kinder to her (she was super fucking annoying though, even Nott said so). He knows he could be more open with his friends, too. Fjord has a tendency to bottle everything up like one of his ships until it starts to feel like he's running out of air. ]
You know, if you're serious about the larp thing, we're going to another event in a couple of weeks. I could help you create a character if you and Yasha wanted to run around with foam weapons all weekend and whack fake monsters for gold. It can be very cathartic.
[ Not with everyone. They're opening up a lot for a first date and Molly... Molly's weirdly happy. It's fun, and he's having a good time... and Fjord's every little thing is getting in under his skin in a good way.
The question about the larping has him laughing again, but he does lean in a bit, showing his eagerness. ]
... you know what, why not! It sounds like a lot of fun and I'm always willing to try new things. I'm sure Yash would be happy to hit things, too.
Great! I'll send you links to the website so you can take a look at what we get up to on the gallery, what we wear, and [ remembering Molly has trouble reading!! ] if you want to give me a call to explain anything, I'd be happy to.
[ This is?? Unbelievable. This gorgeous, funny, clever man actively wants to spend time in a field just to see what Fjord's hobby is like. With as high-maintenance as Mollymauk says he is, Fjord immediately starts planning out how to make him more comfortable. ]
You two can borrow my old tent and we'll set it up on the out-of-character field so you have somewhere to escape the weirdness, if you need to.
[ Hey, it sounds like fun and he's always up for making a fool of himself. Especially among like-minded people... and he wants to see Fjord in costume so badly.
(It's sweet that he adds the 'call to explain' thing, and Molly's already sure he's going to blow this poor half-orc's phone up anyway.) ]
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Molly's tail still at the question, and he looks at Fjord a little more sobered. People usually asked how many people he's slept with and all that, but partners was kind of new. (He doubts Fjord means sponsors.) ]
I haven't... ah, I really haven't had a relationship before, and I don't remember the name of the last person I slept with. I was pretty drunk.
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I find it hard to believe no one has snapped you up, but all the more reason for me to make a good impression and set a high bar.
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[ Molly says with a shrug. ]
They want the experience and not the baggage, and I'm fine with that.
[ His red eyes glance back up at Fjord's. ]
I like you, though, and I want to hang out more. I dunno if you want more, but... this is the first date I've had that isn't just planning out sex, and I'm enjoying myself.
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I would really like that.
[ It's weird, how this both scared and excited him, and Molly realizes that this is all making him happy rather than a little stressed or just horny. (A lil' horny tho.) ]
Plus we share a friend group so when you dump me I'll still get to see your nerd face and they'll throw shade for years.
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More like Yasha will just snap my neck like a lily, but sure. Also, [ his hands are rougher than Molly's from working with his hands in the shop, claws filed down to nice neat nails exclusively for this date so that he can run his thumb over the back of that toasty hand, ] we're not really anything at the moment, don't jump ahead to dumping. I'd say that's rather premature.
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Like I said, I'm high maintenance... but you're right. A little too quick planning on my part.
[ He's preparing for heartache even before his heart is taken. ]
...and Yasha isn't allowed to kill anyone, who would babysit me if she's in jail??
[ There's a theatric pout, even if those eyes are still full of mirth. ]
Tell me more about you, Fjord.
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[ He has no idea where to start when it comes to himself, however. ]
What do you want to know?
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[ He chuckles, and then takes the last piece of his tart to enjoy it. ]
Favorite food? Favorite color? Turn-offs? Turn-ons? Tidbits are nice.
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[ As for what Molly wants to know, Fjord keeps absently rubbing his thumb over those knuckles as he picks at his own tart. It's nice to look like a couple, even in small ways, and he can't stop smiling all because of that simple touch. ]
Favourite food is ribs, the kind with extra sauce to pour on top. That shit's exquisite, especially with mozzarella sticks. [ Comfort food is the best food! ] Hmm, I like the colour red but purple might be making a comeback ...
[ Eyes crinkled with warmth as he looks Molly over, he chuckles when it comes to more personal details. Doesn't shy away from answering though, which means he thinks it's worth opening up on their date. ]
I don't like ... getting too rough. My, ah, my ex wasn't the best at paying attention to safe-words. Being — pinned down, that's not ... not always so fun. Only when it's for real! Not ... obviously play-fighting. I know the orc-thing is a button most people like to press but the red haze that comes when I'm distressed, I don't remember much while I'm in it, so it isn't really me.
[ He's been through some toxic shit, clearing his throat as he tries to lighten the mood. ]
Turn-ons, ah. We'll have to see if you get far enough to figure those out.
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[ Shrug, that's just the Molly Curseâ„¢.
He smiles at the way they're still holding hands, and it's... soft. Gentle. So different from what he's used to. Hearing Fjord describe is favorite food is lovely, and he can see the man chowing down on those things happily in his head. ]
Sounds delicious. I don't really have a favorite food, I think. I'll try anything once, though, and I prefer it as spicy as possible.
[ Molly is amused by the red and addition of 'purple', and he preens a little bit under the warm, sweet gaze. ]
No wonder you like my eyes, then! I'm an 'all colors' kind of person but I have to admit peacock green is a favorite. Looks like green in general, now...
[ Wink!
He's surprised at the detail of the turn-offs, and his irritation at this famedigger bitch grows. Safe words were holy! Pinning down he could fully understand, then, even if he personally liked it. If you can't trust the person, it fucks up a lot of things.
Orc stuff? Well, Molly loves playing up his tiefling parts, but orcs have a bit of a reputation and he knows far, far too well how it is to disappear behind something when distressed and having no idea what happened.
So he smiles and gently squeezes that hand a bit in understanding... and then breaks into laughter again. ]
You know what, that's really refreshing to hear.
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Tell me your turn-offs and we'll leave all the other stuff in that area as a surprise. Deal?
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[ He leans back a bit, loosening his hold on that hand but not letting go. ]
Essentially everything you said about safe words, I'm very serious about those. I don't like to be seriously belittled and looked down upon for who I am, be it tiefling, model or doing some minor sex work. Teasing or endearingly is fine, I even like that. I don't like being gagged with something hard. I don't like blindfolds, either. [ Molly chuckles. ] I'm greedy and I want to see what's going on.
[ Ah, yes... that more serious part. ]
For first hookups and stuff... I... uh... need to leave a note to myself. Sometimes I lose time, I have... memory lapses. I just want to know I did something I wanted to.
[ Pause. ]
Oh, unless I'm staying in for a whole day, don't spank me with anything more than your hand... daddy.
[ Yeah, he's not subtle and some people give confused looks. ]
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If you ever want to stop and record a message to yourself around me, let me know and I'll wait. [ More importantly (although he's really not over being called Daddy, wow,) ] Your lapses in memory, how often do they occur? I assume they're a lingering echo of your accident.
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[ He'll bet on three minutes after that before Fjord walks out the door.
...then again, he took the memory lapse thing really well. ]
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[ His hand remains in Molly's. ]
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...you're a charming fellow, Fjord. I'm glad I picked your flower shop.
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[ And just to swing some charisma, to see if it hits the right mark, he brings Molly's hand up to dust a kiss over his knuckles while maintaining eye-contact with that bright smile, letting him feel the hint of tusks amid soft lips — ]
I'd never seen anyone walk into that shop who was more beautiful than the flowers.
[ He will romance the fuck out of this guy if it kills him. ]
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More beautiful than the flowers.
That red-purple heat in his face come to the surface again, and Molly keeps his hand in Fjord's, not wanting to let go. ]
You're such a charmer.
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Not always, not with everyone.
[ There was Calianna, that girl who vaguely crushed on Caleb that Fjord blanked in real-time, he could have been kinder to her (she was super fucking annoying though, even Nott said so). He knows he could be more open with his friends, too. Fjord has a tendency to bottle everything up like one of his ships until it starts to feel like he's running out of air. ]
You know, if you're serious about the larp thing, we're going to another event in a couple of weeks. I could help you create a character if you and Yasha wanted to run around with foam weapons all weekend and whack fake monsters for gold. It can be very cathartic.
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The question about the larping has him laughing again, but he does lean in a bit, showing his eagerness. ]
... you know what, why not! It sounds like a lot of fun and I'm always willing to try new things. I'm sure Yash would be happy to hit things, too.
[ With something soft, obviously. ]
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[ This is?? Unbelievable. This gorgeous, funny, clever man actively wants to spend time in a field just to see what Fjord's hobby is like. With as high-maintenance as Mollymauk says he is, Fjord immediately starts planning out how to make him more comfortable. ]
You two can borrow my old tent and we'll set it up on the out-of-character field so you have somewhere to escape the weirdness, if you need to.
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(It's sweet that he adds the 'call to explain' thing, and Molly's already sure he's going to blow this poor half-orc's phone up anyway.) ]
So what character do you think I would be?
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[ He's very curious to see what Molly creates given the bare-boned rules of the classes. ]
Take a look tonight and mull it over with Yasha, you could always have your characters' histories intertwined. Siblings, maybe?
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[ He chuckles and finally releases that hand so that he can lean his chin on it. ]
Siblings might be fun, yeah. I'll set up my text-to-talk and have a listen later. It seems like I have alot to learn.
[ That larp thing was kind of a while away, though. ]
I'll fish for that gym date, too? I really like you, Fjord.
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