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.) ]
[ He finishes off the last of his coffee as he hears I really like you, nodding along. This is probably the best date he's ever had, lowkey anxious he'll mess up somehow, but everything Molly says and does is a balm. ]
I like you a lot too, Mollymauk.
[ Fjord can't just stare dreamily at the guy all day, straightening up. Get it together. ]
Would've been awkward if you didn't like me, since I've ... subscribed. [ For half a year, wow. ] Ah, you know, if that's weird at all, I can just ... cancel it. I didn't hope to think we'd get along so well. I feel like this is a bit different now, knowing you.
[ He says, smiling as he does that dreamily staring thing as well. Then he has to pull himself into gear again as Fjord mentions the subscription, and that tail makes a little swish as he chuckles again. ]
Oh, no. It's not weird. It's... a little exciting, honestly.
[ He's not sure why, but it is. ]
You don't have a problem with that part of my income?
No, I don't meet them physically... unless they recognize me on town or at a modelling event, I suppose, and they would get a handshake or a hug if they're not creepy dicks. Otherwise, everything I do is online. I do private shows, though, and private photo shoots like the flower bed one.
[ It's a pretty serious thing for Molly and he hopes Fjord doesn't have an issue with it... because he wants to date this man. ]
It would be terrible of anyone to not look at me, I like the attention and I would probably need attention whore rehab. I don't really like the thought of being some trophy for someone, though, so I don't date subscribers... unless I met them in person and was responsible for making them addicted, of course.
[ He chuckles and then stretches in his chair to pop his shoulders a bit. ]
If my ass can make me 100k a year I'm showing it as much as I can.
That is a ridiculous sum of money. Like, 50k an asscheek! Jeez.
[ Not gonna think about that as he starts shuffling his coat on, reluctant to get moving again but wanting to end on a high note. ]
Like I said, the trip isn't for two weeks so you've got plenty of time to prepare. In the meantime, perhaps we could meet up for lunch again? If you're not busy. A date-and-a-half, before the second one.
Haven't sampled the merchandise directly, couldn't rate it. [ He'll be sure to peep those cheeks later, says his wink. ] I do like halfling food, as it happens. Let's hit that up next time.
[ As they make their way out of the shop, Fjord rounds on him once fresh air surrounds them, all the cockiness blown away in the cool breeze. He stands taller than Molly but he has so little control over his confidence which loops and swoops in the pit of his gut once faced with him again, and a mildly nerve-wracking moment in which they say goodbye and he wonders how not to come off desperate. ]
This was fun, I enjoyed myself. [ He blurts out what's on his mind before he chickens out, the Beau in his head kicking his mouth open, ] May I kiss you?
[ Molly helps dispose of their trash so that the barista didn't have to run over to clean it up, and then hangs his purse over a shoulder and heads outside with Fjord. It's so very endearing to see him go from the charismatic man to more unsure, like the typical teen rom com stuff. ]
I really enjoyed myself, too. This was great, Fjord... and I yes.
[ Stepping in closer, he eagerly leans up to kiss the half-orc. He tastes of coffee, caramel and the little bit of spice that tieflings usually had in them, the hint of that split tongue there even in a mostly chaste date smooch. ]
[ Surprised by the forwardness (why, that's beyond him, but he is) he automatically rests a hand on Molly's waist as the other comes up to cup a cheek. The mostly-chaste kiss where mouths meet and say hello for the first time dares to taste a little of each other on both sides as he licks back at that forked tongue, slicking up those pretty plush lips to nip, pecking them better a moment later as he hums, inhaling as he lingers close.
He could sink forward and deepen the kiss but (showing phenomenal self-control) he doesn't, instead lifting his head as a smile fans out over his softened features. Fjord tastes like caramelised tiefling, sliding his hand free from a hot cheek. ]
[ Molly looks a little dazed for a moment, and then smiles again. ]
See you later, Fjord.
[ With that, he turns and starts heading back toward his home, that tail making excited little swishes as it is held high and proud. Once he's in side the door, Mollymauk fells so giddy and excited, a feeling he's not expecting while sober.
Grabbing his water bottle, he tries to do edits all day, but all he can think about is Fjord and his kind eyes.
Somewhat true to his word, Molly does blow up Fjord's phone. Gently, though, with little pictures of the day, a hello-what-are-you-doing and then one or two days of complete silence before he starts again. Testing how much bullshit Fjord's okay with and trying to not do it during business hours because he's not that much of a dick.
Of course Jester finds out that he's been on a date and she keeps hounding him about who it was, so he enjoys keeping her out of the loop just because of the way it makes her pout cutely. Eventually Beau catches on and tries to act that she's not curious, too.
(Several of them are more candid phone ones of him laughing, trying to move in his mermaid tail without falling over, and one of him losing a seashell from his bra and trying to pick it up unsuccessfully. Last one is a closeup of Yasha and him - he's put the mermaid wig on her head, and she looks shy but fond at the same time.) ]
[ Fjord spends his days in a happy blur of activity at work, one of his favourite photos of Molly from the account saved to his phone in case he wants to see him again, mooning over his feelings and how they're all wriggled up in knots. He appreciates the check-ins, even when Molly forgets he's at work, replying with pictures of the plants and arrangements he's working on, one including a selfie where he has a rose between his teeth because the conversation's mood is silly enough to prompt it.
He's at home the evening before their second not-quite-date when the flood of photos comes through and while he has no idea how Molly has suddenly grown tits — oh, they're fake, that's fucking amazing considering how believable they looked — he gives his opinions on which poses look best, trying not to assume the seaside-theme is anything to do with him. It's likely a request from Molly's followers.
Yasha gets a thumbs-up for the pilfered wig.
The next day, while sitting together, he feels more comfortable and has a mini rant about his job and some difficult Karens, laughing it off with Molly's help and reaching for his hand over the table like he did the first time they were alone. It brings comfort, that simple touch. He missed it more than he knew. ]
I'm sorry for popping off like that, it's been a day. Tell me how your morning went? Was the mer-molly a success?
[ Molly makes several disgusted noises at the way people treat employees, giving that hand (that he never wants to let go of) a little squeeze. The food was good, the place was very nice and homey and they had a little booth to themselves where Molly can eat fries and roll his eyes at the nerve of some people. ]
Oh no, pop off all you want. Sounds like you needed to get all of that out. They really wanted a refund because the bouquet had wilted after two weeks?? That's not how flowers work, even I know that!
[ The tiefling shakes his head a bit but then his smile softens. ]
Oh, I had a lazy morning. Not a morning person, me. Got up at ten, had a long shower, prepared for this and all that. The shoot was a real hit, though! It's been a little while since I did a modeling job, and I put the ones you liked on my Instagram - and the bloopers Yash so kindly snapped pictures of in the reel.
[ He smiles again, turning over his phone to show the closeup of the water bottle he was modeling for. ]
I don't know yet which one they'll pick for the actual advertisement, but it was a fun day.
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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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I like you a lot too, Mollymauk.
[ Fjord can't just stare dreamily at the guy all day, straightening up. Get it together. ]
Would've been awkward if you didn't like me, since I've ... subscribed. [ For half a year, wow. ] Ah, you know, if that's weird at all, I can just ... cancel it. I didn't hope to think we'd get along so well. I feel like this is a bit different now, knowing you.
[ He was told not to be creepy!! ]
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[ He says, smiling as he does that dreamily staring thing as well. Then he has to pull himself into gear again as Fjord mentions the subscription, and that tail makes a little swish as he chuckles again. ]
Oh, no. It's not weird. It's... a little exciting, honestly.
[ He's not sure why, but it is. ]
You don't have a problem with that part of my income?
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I mean, it's all through a screen, isn't it? You don't actually meet those people.
[ ??? ]
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[ It's a pretty serious thing for Molly and he hopes Fjord doesn't have an issue with it... because he wants to date this man. ]
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[ He's possessive but he isn't unreasonable, and if dudes want to make Molly rich by jizzing themselves silly over his luscious looks then let them. ]
You're making money off of lonely idiots, like me, so it's fine.
[ Having a sense of humour helps. ]
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[ He chuckles and then stretches in his chair to pop his shoulders a bit. ]
If my ass can make me 100k a year I'm showing it as much as I can.
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[ Not gonna think about that as he starts shuffling his coat on, reluctant to get moving again but wanting to end on a high note. ]
Like I said, the trip isn't for two weeks so you've got plenty of time to prepare. In the meantime, perhaps we could meet up for lunch again? If you're not busy. A date-and-a-half, before the second one.
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[ Molly says with a laugh, before he also starts to pick up his things to get going. He had some more editing to do, after all. ]
I would love lunch. As you see I'm available most of the time, unless I have an actual non-sexy gig. Do you like halfling food?
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[ As they make their way out of the shop, Fjord rounds on him once fresh air surrounds them, all the cockiness blown away in the cool breeze. He stands taller than Molly but he has so little control over his confidence which loops and swoops in the pit of his gut once faced with him again, and a mildly nerve-wracking moment in which they say goodbye and he wonders how not to come off desperate. ]
This was fun, I enjoyed myself. [ He blurts out what's on his mind before he chickens out, the Beau in his head kicking his mouth open, ] May I kiss you?
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I really enjoyed myself, too. This was great, Fjord... and I yes.
[ Stepping in closer, he eagerly leans up to kiss the half-orc. He tastes of coffee, caramel and the little bit of spice that tieflings usually had in them, the hint of that split tongue there even in a mostly chaste date smooch. ]
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[ Surprised by the forwardness (why, that's beyond him, but he is) he automatically rests a hand on Molly's waist as the other comes up to cup a cheek. The mostly-chaste kiss where mouths meet and say hello for the first time dares to taste a little of each other on both sides as he licks back at that forked tongue, slicking up those pretty plush lips to nip, pecking them better a moment later as he hums, inhaling as he lingers close.
He could sink forward and deepen the kiss but (showing phenomenal self-control) he doesn't, instead lifting his head as a smile fans out over his softened features. Fjord tastes like caramelised tiefling, sliding his hand free from a hot cheek. ]
... Goodbye, Molly.
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See you later, Fjord.
[ With that, he turns and starts heading back toward his home, that tail making excited little swishes as it is held high and proud. Once he's in side the door, Mollymauk fells so giddy and excited, a feeling he's not expecting while sober.
Grabbing his water bottle, he tries to do edits all day, but all he can think about is Fjord and his kind eyes.
Somewhat true to his word, Molly does blow up Fjord's phone. Gently, though, with little pictures of the day, a hello-what-are-you-doing and then one or two days of complete silence before he starts again. Testing how much bullshit Fjord's okay with and trying to not do it during business hours because he's not that much of a dick.
Of course Jester finds out that he's been on a date and she keeps hounding him about who it was, so he enjoys keeping her out of the loop just because of the way it makes her pout cutely. Eventually Beau catches on and tries to act that she's not curious, too.
(It's all his favorite kind of chaos.)
The day before their lunch meetup, he sends photos of a new photoshoot as a 'taste test' to see which ones Fjord likes the most. It's of Molly wearing pearls and sea-style jewelry, dolled up as a mermaid complete with seashell bra and nice, soft silicone tiddies. A little risqué but not explicit, and he's holding a water bottle with a mermaid on it in some images so it looks like a more professional advertisement thing.
(Several of them are more candid phone ones of him laughing, trying to move in his mermaid tail without falling over, and one of him losing a seashell from his bra and trying to pick it up unsuccessfully. Last one is a closeup of Yasha and him - he's put the mermaid wig on her head, and she looks shy but fond at the same time.) ]
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He's at home the evening before their second not-quite-date when the flood of photos comes through and while he has no idea how Molly has suddenly grown tits — oh, they're fake, that's fucking amazing considering how believable they looked — he gives his opinions on which poses look best, trying not to assume the seaside-theme is anything to do with him. It's likely a request from Molly's followers.
Yasha gets a thumbs-up for the pilfered wig.
The next day, while sitting together, he feels more comfortable and has a mini rant about his job and some difficult Karens, laughing it off with Molly's help and reaching for his hand over the table like he did the first time they were alone. It brings comfort, that simple touch. He missed it more than he knew. ]
I'm sorry for popping off like that, it's been a day. Tell me how your morning went? Was the mer-molly a success?
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Oh no, pop off all you want. Sounds like you needed to get all of that out. They really wanted a refund because the bouquet had wilted after two weeks?? That's not how flowers work, even I know that!
[ The tiefling shakes his head a bit but then his smile softens. ]
Oh, I had a lazy morning. Not a morning person, me. Got up at ten, had a long shower, prepared for this and all that. The shoot was a real hit, though! It's been a little while since I did a modeling job, and I put the ones you liked on my Instagram - and the bloopers Yash so kindly snapped pictures of in the reel.
[ He smiles again, turning over his phone to show the closeup of the water bottle he was modeling for. ]
I don't know yet which one they'll pick for the actual advertisement, but it was a fun day.
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