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< mrhandsome69 >

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i'm ready to make some cash so close enough

where should i meet you?

<lust>

[thekindestdemon]

At my home. I've set the guesthouse up for our purposes, as no one else uses it.

< mrhandsome69 >

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that works

i uh guess i'll see you soon?

[He'd just get his kinda nervous cow ass over to Lust's, then. The time has come for Lust to make her debut into the world of Real Porn and for the return of Doppelman to the industry.]

[thekindestdemon]

[The guesthouse is as warm as the main house, with the same heated flooring. It has three separate rooms, the main one looking much like a sitting room or library with walls lined with filled bookshelves and interesting looking knickknacks about.]

[That's where Lust is waiting, with a fresh tea service out. With it being winter and she being at home, she's dressed in an over-large sweater and her hair has been wrestled into a single fat braid for the moment.]

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[Tim has to kind of give himself a little pep talk before he goes into the guest house-- okay, Tim, you can do this, you've seen Lust's boobs before and you can walk right in there and totally talk like a normal person. Just keep your eyes on her face and don't think about anything below the collarbone.]

[And then he goes in, walking through the fancy rooms until he reaches the one that Lust's in and there are... no boobs.]

You're wearing a shirt.

[Wow, Tim, rude.]

Uh, I mean, hi? [You can still come back from this, just don't word vomit all over the place.] Yeah, hi, how, how are you, what's up? Uh. Hi.

[Goddammit, Tim.]

[thekindestdemon]

...I'm at home, it's winter, of course I'm wearing a shirt.

[She had to cross the yard, after all. And while it's pleasantly warm in the guesthouse, she hasn't quite shaken the chill of outside yet. But she supposes it is an odd sight, for those who don't often drop by her home in cold months.]

I'll be in nothing soon enough, but at the moment I'd prefer to be warm. The curses of cold blood. Please, sit down, have some tea. It's not fit for man nor beast nor both out there.

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I. Yeah, okay, that's fair.

[It's cold out, it makes sense that she'd want to wear a shirt. And she's half snake or whatever, cold-blooded creatures have a hard time staying warm, right? Something like that, anyway, Tim's not an expert in animals.]

Okay. I, uh, yeah, I'll do that. [Put something in your mouth so that you aren't shoving your foot in it, Tim.] Thanks.

[He takes a seat and starts fixing himself up a cup of tea. He's usually a coffee guy, but tea's fine too, especially when it's cold out. Something to warm him up a little.]

So. Um. That's some weather, huh?

[thekindestdemon]

Would you like a shot of something stronger in your tea?

[To soothe the nerves. Poor Timothy always seemed so on edge about everything.]

The winters usually aren't like this. I don't like it. Not because of my own aversion to the cold, but...it strikes me as an ill omen.

[After living so long in Ryslig, one comes to recognize the signs that something is happening or has happened that effects the very fabric of the world. Signs like this inhospitable winter.]

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Y'know what? Yeah, I, uh, I think I do?

[He could use a bracing drink before anyone got naked. To, like, steady his nerves or something, he's an anxious dude and it definitely doesn't get any better when he's around beautiful, naked women.]

The weather? I mean, it's kinda sudden, I guess. [He's not terribly superstitious, but a big snowstorm certainly doesn't bode well for his weekend plans. Or... well, it probably does, because he's fine with spending a weekend on the couch with his wolfman boyfriend, so that would actually be the perfect weather for it.] But, hey, at least if it's snowing, the city's too wet to catch fire. So it can't be all bad.

[thekindestdemon]

[Lust maneuvers herself over to a closet with a decorated door, or at least her torso portion. While she herself tends to mostly stock wines and their close kin, Hawkeye was always bringing and leaving hard liquor. She returns with a bottle of scotch.]

Here you are. It's Hawkeye's, so you know it's good. And I suppose that's one point in the snow's favor, but don't underestimate the destructive power of the cold. I almost lost my feet to it, back when I had them.

[Another reason she loathes it.]

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Oh. Uh.

[HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO THAT]

[No, seriously, how do you respond to 'hey so there was this one time that I almost froze my appendages off' in a way that isn't weird or insensitive?]

I, uh. Sorry? About that? It sounds like a... bad time?

[He'll just put that scotch in his tea now, thanks. A nice, good slug of liquor to make him maybe marginally less awkward.]

I, um, I guess we should probably talk about what you want to do today? With the whole filming thing.

[thekindestdemon]

It was when I first arrived here. It was high in the mountains, during a blizzard. I was in a strapless dress that was slit to the thighs and thin fashionable boots. Nothing else. I had to make my way down - this was long before the whole peninsula knew the routine with which newcomers arrived. That was when I met my husband, actually.

[So long ago, now. It's still something of a funny thing to her, how she'd made a comment about not even caring if she lost her feet as long as she got off the damned mountain. But she supposes she'd been right - she doesn't care anymore.]

All you need to do is man the camera, Timothy. Unless you'd fancy yourself a director, but I do offer private performances of a far racier variety than offered at the theater. I decided to simply do something akin to that.

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Jeez. I thought it was bad waking up with sand, like, everywhere, but I guess at least I didn't have to hike down a mountain, too.

[The part about meeting her husband, though, kind of makes him smile down at his cup of scotch and tea like a dumbass. Something that was also kind of funny-- they both met their spouses-to-be on their first day of being on monster peninsula. Of course, neither of them knew at the time, but it's kind of funny.]

So, uh, that person I told you I'm seeing? I met him the first day I was here, too. I, uh, I showed up last December, y'know, when everyone was washing up on the beach with parts missing? Some of the townspeople got freaked out and tried to kick the shit out of me, but he showed up just in time. Like something out of a freaking romance novel.

[Most of Tim's life has been a requiem in the key of fuck, but this? He'd lucked out with this. Somehow, Tim had won the boyfriend lottery, and maybe that made up for some of the unending shit parade that he'd had to deal with beforehand.]

Uh, I kind of feel like I should defend cameramen here? But, um, I meant stuff like are you gonna be staying in one place or moving around the room? Because I'll need to re-position equipment and it's good to know where I'll be moving stuff before we're in the middle of filming. And, like, are you gonna need props? I'm just the camera guy but it's kind of just the two of us, so I'm prop guy and everything else guy, too.

[thekindestdemon]

Luckily I didn't have to hike. Adam carried me down. He was charming and amiable and despite being just as vulnerable and confused as I was he...kept his head about him the entire time. I understand what you mean, something out of a romance book.

[Lust chuckles. She'd never imagined what would come from that meeting, sometimes still wonders if it all really happened. God but she misses him.]

[Now isn't the time for those thoughts, though. They're here for a reason, and she needs to be in a certain mindset for performing in this fashion.]

I will be staying on the bed, and I have no need of props this time. I have four hands and my mouth reaches almost every part of my body, I don't need props.

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[Maybe one day they could sit around and be sappy assholes about their respective significant others. And, hell, Tim was going to have to stop being so secretive about Majima one day soon-- it was shitty enough of him to ask his boyfriend to keep their relationship quiet, not even Tim's mighty desire to avoid conflict could justify having his husband keep it quiet.]

[But, for now-- business. Sexy business.]

Okay, that works. How long do you want this to be? And we don't have to do it all in one take, either. I mean, really, we can't because the reels are only like 5 minutes' worth of filming anyway, unless you're planning on doing, like. Really short pornos.

[So there would be time to sort things out in between reels, reposition and do retakes and whatever. Tim could always edit it later.]