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.
We let them stay in their arrangement so the women could see how long they had been ready, it pissed them off but proved a point.
[ People, ugh. Molly is a far nicer thing to focus on, twiddling their fingers together as Fjord uses his free hand to munch down on an ironically huge halfling burger, less self-conscious of shredding things with his tusks after a selfie the other day where he showed Molly how very possible it was to get pancake stuck on one.
He hums at the sight of the brand that was promoted, pleased Molly has found some bigger funding. ]
It's such an odd blend, a merfolk and a tiefling. Mer-ling? Tief-man? Hah! No, that's shit, sorry. I bet the twist works like an advertising charm.
I was a little confused why they didn't just use a sea-elf or a triton, to be honest, but the company that made the Mermaid Bottle is called Devilish T.D. so I guess I'm on-brand a little bit.
[ Horny mermaid, huehuehue.
(He has that pancake one saved, don't @ him it was adorable.)
He pops another fry in his mouth, saturated with barbecue sauce. ]
Either way, it was a nice chunk of change in my bank balance, I'm glad to have Yasha home again, and I now know I look excellent with tits.
[ Bringing that hand up to kiss Molly's fingertips, just because he can and these little displays of affection give him ten year's worth of confidence. Mwah. ]
You really had me confused to fuck with those things, I had no idea how you were doing it. Once you sent some candids it clicked, but for a hot minute I was thoroughly perplexed. You looked great, by the way.
I'm a greedy person who just mixes my gender whenever and however I want.
[ He's... so soft about the fact that Fjord is a little confused but supportive, that look in his eyes empowering in a way that makes him want to stand on the table and yell.
...Molly's gonna shove another fry in his mouth instead. ]
Have anyone figured out who you're dating yet? Jester is so mad at me.
Caleb has, but he's not being a shit about it like the rest. I think he's enjoying lording the information over them.
[ Caleb heard from Caduceus, who has had to listen to Fjord for over a week talking about Molly because of the larp invitation (and in general), so the description was spot-on when the wizard connected the dots between that and who Jester was moaning about. He's playing dumb so smoothly that even Nott hasn't picked up on the way he looks sedately at Fjord. ]
It's not that I don't want them to know, it's just ... [ Sigh. ] As soon as they do I won't have you all to myself anymore and I ... like this. Us.
[ He sucks on his thumb, burger demolished as he gazes at Molly with mild contrition. ]
I'll have to share you eventually, but for now ... We have time.
[ He snorts a little at that, amused that this Caleb is keeping it under wraps. He does like this, though... them just getting to know eachother without their friends breathing down their necks. ]
I agree. I like... being with you. Talking like this. It's all new and strange but... it's a lot better than I thought. I was afraid it would be weird, but I'm happy every time I see a message from you.
[ Reaching over, he picks out his phone from his holo backpack. ]
Speaking of our friends bothering us and all that, I found this shirt at a thrift store the other day that would look good on my character...
[ He holds out the phone, showing a pirate-like white shirt with a deep collar. ]
[ He doesn't know how to articulate how happy hearing Molly's pleasure makes him so that hand gets another peck on the inside, this time, on the palm before Molly takes it away. Fjord leans forward to see the shirt and is all enthusiasm. ]
That looks great! If you still wanted some swords, by the way, I have a friend who's willing to give me theirs. They made a sea-themed cutlass for me but they still have two bases left and nothing to do with them, I told them it was your first larp and they didn't want paying. Just for you to have a good time.
[ Oh. Oh, how sweet that is. Molly gently retuns it, lettigmn his lips linger just a moment before he goes back to the topic. ]
Oh? That's really kind of them, but I'd be happy to pay or at least plug them on my Insta! I think I'm more of a dual-wielder anyway so it would be perfect.
[ He seems so excited, and Molly isn't sure if it's because Fjord is or not. He has no idea what to expect from this thing but the half-orc is hyping him up for it. ]
I'll guess I'll have to take your word for it, Mister Two-Swords.
[ The flirting isn't so subtle after their first date; Mollymauk knows Fjord enjoys whatever content he puts out. The attraction has a decent foundation of trust, insomuch as it can this early on, but Fjord makes no secret of how much he wants him. Not overtly, but in teasing comments like this one where he waggles his brows and sighs, acting as if he'll be the last person on earth to ever feel those hands on him when it's (hopefully) the opposite.
He has to send out feelers as to whether Molly wants to get closer to him, too. ]
[ Molly's eyes are full of happy affection above that unsubtle heat, and he can't believe how much he's enjoying these dates. Normally they would have fucked already, but he's kind of enjoying the slowness of it, the way they get to know eathother more and more as they hang out.
Not to say he's not terribly horny and thinks about Fjord sometimes (all the time) when he does videos, but funnily enough he has a near-Pavlovian response to Fjord's ring tone that sends shivers of happiness rather than intense lust. (Well, maybe a little lust when he gets pictures.)
(The way he eats his fry is in no way subtle, either, slipping it between his lips while keeping eye contact.)
They say people put out on the third date, but he's going to be on a field screaming at fake monsters, so probably not. ]
Yasha is kind of excited too, in her own way. She got herself a really big sword and then I had to break it to her that they need to be foam. It's on her wall now, it's amazing.
[ Fjord thinks he could live his whole life in a relationship like this, subsisting on the positive reinforcement and emotional support, it's a world away from Avantika. He'll have to kiss him twice when they leave today, just so he can look forward to the second where he'll nibble on those lips that are taking such good care of fries.
He barks with laughter when he hears about Yasha's purchase. ]
She bought a real fucking sword? Oh my god, that's amazing. What's she dressing up as?
[ It's so different from everything he has ever had before. It's like being with Yasha, only with sexual attraction involved.... although that might sound weird to some. She's his best reference for trust and happiness, though.
Of course that means he loves talking about her. ]
She sure did! That thing is the size of me, Fjord! It's really cool, but I can't even lift it.
[ He snorts, so amused by his best friend. ]
It's not sharp so it's not like she was going to go out murdering people, but still. She's going as a barbarian, though, and she's going to be my older sister. Apparently our parents had a lot of divine and fiendish lovers in their family history.
[ Pulling up his phone again, he starts scrolling a bit and then hands it over to Fjord. On it is a couch that holds a seated Yasha, looking a little younger and more haunted, and a younger Molly in her arms, head almost shaved and expression somewhere between vacant and soft as he leans his head to her shoudler. ]
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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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[ People, ugh. Molly is a far nicer thing to focus on, twiddling their fingers together as Fjord uses his free hand to munch down on an ironically huge halfling burger, less self-conscious of shredding things with his tusks after a selfie the other day where he showed Molly how very possible it was to get pancake stuck on one.
He hums at the sight of the brand that was promoted, pleased Molly has found some bigger funding. ]
It's such an odd blend, a merfolk and a tiefling. Mer-ling? Tief-man? Hah! No, that's shit, sorry. I bet the twist works like an advertising charm.
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[ Horny mermaid, huehuehue.
(He has that pancake one saved, don't @ him it was adorable.)
He pops another fry in his mouth, saturated with barbecue sauce. ]
Either way, it was a nice chunk of change in my bank balance, I'm glad to have Yasha home again, and I now know I look excellent with tits.
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[ Bringing that hand up to kiss Molly's fingertips, just because he can and these little displays of affection give him ten year's worth of confidence. Mwah. ]
You really had me confused to fuck with those things, I had no idea how you were doing it. Once you sent some candids it clicked, but for a hot minute I was thoroughly perplexed. You looked great, by the way.
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He keeps his eyes on those fingers for a moment before he chuckles a bit and gestures to his chest with his free hand. ]
Those are amazing, they glue them on and you can't even tell they're fake! I need to get some.
[ Molly glances at Fjord, wondering if he'll make sense to this gorgeous man. ]
I have a very specific relationship with gender... which is essentially 'all of them please'.
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[ With a look that says you devour worlds. Molly consumes everything like a starved cow let loose in a fresh green field. ]
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[ He's... so soft about the fact that Fjord is a little confused but supportive, that look in his eyes empowering in a way that makes him want to stand on the table and yell.
...Molly's gonna shove another fry in his mouth instead. ]
Have anyone figured out who you're dating yet? Jester is so mad at me.
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[ Caleb heard from Caduceus, who has had to listen to Fjord for over a week talking about Molly because of the larp invitation (and in general), so the description was spot-on when the wizard connected the dots between that and who Jester was moaning about. He's playing dumb so smoothly that even Nott hasn't picked up on the way he looks sedately at Fjord. ]
It's not that I don't want them to know, it's just ... [ Sigh. ] As soon as they do I won't have you all to myself anymore and I ... like this. Us.
[ He sucks on his thumb, burger demolished as he gazes at Molly with mild contrition. ]
I'll have to share you eventually, but for now ... We have time.
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I agree. I like... being with you. Talking like this. It's all new and strange but... it's a lot better than I thought. I was afraid it would be weird, but I'm happy every time I see a message from you.
[ Reaching over, he picks out his phone from his holo backpack. ]
Speaking of our friends bothering us and all that, I found this shirt at a thrift store the other day that would look good on my character...
[ He holds out the phone, showing a pirate-like white shirt with a deep collar. ]
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That looks great! If you still wanted some swords, by the way, I have a friend who's willing to give me theirs. They made a sea-themed cutlass for me but they still have two bases left and nothing to do with them, I told them it was your first larp and they didn't want paying. Just for you to have a good time.
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Oh? That's really kind of them, but I'd be happy to pay or at least plug them on my Insta! I think I'm more of a dual-wielder anyway so it would be perfect.
[ He seems so excited, and Molly isn't sure if it's because Fjord is or not. He has no idea what to expect from this thing but the half-orc is hyping him up for it. ]
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[ He's excited for Molly to have a good time, leaning forward on a bent arm as he munches away at his lunch. ]
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[ He says with a laugh, and then flips a fry between his fingers like a tiny baton. ]
I'm good with my hands, I guess?
[ Molly's been in contact with the organizers of the event and had a lot of fun discussions, and he might have a whole gallon of fake blood at home. ]
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[ The flirting isn't so subtle after their first date; Mollymauk knows Fjord enjoys whatever content he puts out. The attraction has a decent foundation of trust, insomuch as it can this early on, but Fjord makes no secret of how much he wants him. Not overtly, but in teasing comments like this one where he waggles his brows and sighs, acting as if he'll be the last person on earth to ever feel those hands on him when it's (hopefully) the opposite.
He has to send out feelers as to whether Molly wants to get closer to him, too. ]
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[ Molly's eyes are full of happy affection above that unsubtle heat, and he can't believe how much he's enjoying these dates. Normally they would have fucked already, but he's kind of enjoying the slowness of it, the way they get to know eathother more and more as they hang out.
Not to say he's not terribly horny and thinks about Fjord sometimes (all the time) when he does videos, but funnily enough he has a near-Pavlovian response to Fjord's ring tone that sends shivers of happiness rather than intense lust. (Well, maybe a little lust when he gets pictures.)
(The way he eats his fry is in no way subtle, either, slipping it between his lips while keeping eye contact.)
They say people put out on the third date, but he's going to be on a field screaming at fake monsters, so probably not. ]
Yasha is kind of excited too, in her own way. She got herself a really big sword and then I had to break it to her that they need to be foam. It's on her wall now, it's amazing.
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He barks with laughter when he hears about Yasha's purchase. ]
She bought a real fucking sword? Oh my god, that's amazing. What's she dressing up as?
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Of course that means he loves talking about her. ]
She sure did! That thing is the size of me, Fjord! It's really cool, but I can't even lift it.
[ He snorts, so amused by his best friend. ]
It's not sharp so it's not like she was going to go out murdering people, but still. She's going as a barbarian, though, and she's going to be my older sister. Apparently our parents had a lot of divine and fiendish lovers in their family history.
[ Pulling up his phone again, he starts scrolling a bit and then hands it over to Fjord. On it is a couch that holds a seated Yasha, looking a little younger and more haunted, and a younger Molly in her arms, head almost shaved and expression somewhere between vacant and soft as he leans his head to her shoudler. ]
Our first week together.
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