Let's get acquainted for fun and results. If you are not otherwise occupied this evening, why not stop by my suite for a cup of tea and other refreshments?
Your friend, Lorenz 🌹
[Endure him. Come by for this date/booty call/tea party.]
[Wriothesley can't help but snort and chuckle at the text he sees pop-up on his watch. It's completely unsurprising to him that Lorenz would send him a text in such a way. How endearing.
Fun and results, huh?
He doesn't reply to the text, but once the early evening hits, Lorenz will hear a knock on his room door. Wriothesley is wearing black slacks today with a wine red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He decided to forego a waistcoat, looking marginally more casual than usual.]
[He doesn't reply... Embarrassingly, this makes Lorenz a little anxious, like perhaps he's not replying because he's quietly turning Lorenz down, or something like that...! Should he gather the refreshments anyway? Send another message? What is the protocol!
He decides he will gather the refreshments, anyway. So when he answers the door equally dressed down in Just slacks and a shirt (but purple!), said refreshments are visible on a tiny round table not far from the suite entrance, with the rest of the place besides the little bathroom right behind. Truly, a pitiful shoebox of a room...
A neat little box sits on the desk against the wall, out of place among the default decor because it, at least, is a nice purple. They'll get to that.]
Oh! You came! [AHEM ahem] That is, of course you would come, and precisely on time... You look wonderful.
[Look, he's so used to just getting meeting notices sent and the what have you that he doesn't think about replying. He just has a blanket acceptance that he'll be there. That, and Wriothesley's use of the watch is so minimal he spends most of it just reading things than actually replying. He thinks very little about making a reply.
Wriothesley folds his arms over his chest with an easy smile.]
Yeah? Was I supposed to decline or something? [Oops, maybe he should have replied. He'll remember to reply next time.
Also, Lorenz, he always has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He has never worn his dress shirts properly in his life.] It's different to see you dressed down. I think I could also get used to this look on you. Can I come in, monsieur?
[Lorenz glances off to the side and shrugs, like, who can say? No one here in this doorway had any errant anxieties about who might or might not show up at his door at the requested time! Absolutely not! It's completely fine now that Wriothesley is in fact right here, so never mind that.
In any case, Wriothesley is very pretty, and Lorenz leans in to snag a quick kiss before stepping back and gesturing for him to come in.]
I am... trying my hand at a more casual approach.
[To hanging around in his own suite, that is, because his dweeby text still was what it was. Baby steps.]
I have tea- of course- and sweets. The seating arrangement is terribly cramped, but please, do try and make yourself comfortable.
[The tiny table comes with its own matching chairs. It's going to be knee-bumping close at this table, almost as if that's the point of this place. Who can say.]
[Lorenz might be trying to brush things aside, but Wriothesley has been around Lorenz a few times now and knows better.] Sorry. I had taken the invite as a sure thing, so I didn't reply. I'll reply next time. [He is apologetic. Lorenz is the type who gets in their head and he knows that. He grabs Lorenz' hand and places a kiss on the back of their hand before letting go.
Hopefully that will assuage their anxieties a bit.]
You look good.
[He isn't bothered by the small size of the room. His was much smaller, so seeing proper floor to walk through and a mostly set-up room is different from what he had grown used to. He takes a seat at the small table, folding his hands over his lap.]
It doesn't bother me. You must know that the differences between the Rank 4 rooms to this is honestly obvious. This does fine enough. [He gestures at the other to join him of course. Let them knock knees together or what have you. Company is company.] You'll find that I am easy enough to please. What spread have you decided for us?
[A look around the room. Don't think he didn't notice the box on the desk. It sticks out well enough that he would be blind to miss it. He says nothing about it and returns his gaze to Lorenz.] And what do you have planned for us this fine evening?
[Oh, he's being read like a book yet again— he huffs, but he's amused about it if sheepish. The hand kiss is sweet and appreciated; he wiggles his fingers at Wriothesley, like, yes yes, he's fussy, he knows...]
Thank you... I am happy you came.
[Anyway, let him putter around to get the tea ready for serving; the sweets are already on the table on a lovely little platter. They are rose-themed, of course. This time, he's managed to find the elusive floral tea, of a higher quality that he prefers.]
We are having a floral blend. Help yourself to a snack, while I pour. And as for the evening, did I not say? [remember.] Fun and results.
[Lorenz makes it easy, okay. He can see the guy getting stuck in his head all too easily.]
I could never say no to such a sweet invite.
[Wriothesley doesn't touch anything, but merely watches the way that Lorenz putters about as he gets everything ready to serve. The boxer has definitely started a small collection of teas, tins stacked in his room. It's a pity he has no real means to easily make tea in his room at the moment.
He chuckles.] I do not mind waiting. Such things are better enjoyed together, so the wait is well worth it.
[There it is again. Fun and results.] You did. So it is a surprise then.
[ Oh, it's a text. Perhaps Wriothesley can't talk right now. It's always fiddly trying to type with his Legion Arm — made more for power than fine motor function — but he'll switch over without complaint. ]
What are you doing tonight? Disregard my request if you're busy. It isn't important.
[ Correction. It's important to him, but he doesn't expect it to be relevant to anyone else. Not unless they also get something out of it. It could, as it happens, which is the only reason he's speaking up at all.
It's enough to think he might have... made Wriothesley blush, anyway. ]
Ah. You could have continued using the voice option. I don’t like putting anything on this device that would identify me regardless if people know who I am or not. Call me paranoid.
[Even if people know it’s him, he rather avoid having his voice or face everywhere on a system he doesn’t understand nor trust. The strange dating profile already has more of his face out there than he wants, but nothing he can do about it.]
Nothing at the moment. Maybe tinker with some stuff, but that’s to just pass time more than anything. If you are requesting me specifically then there’s no way that I would disregard it. It surely just hold some level of importance to you that you would seek me out. Therefore, it is important to me. If there is something I can do for you, then I hope to fulfill it. No need to be shy.
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[ Call it paranoia, but it plans an idea in the puppet's brain. He never thought of that. Like he had never thought that Ergo wavelengths could be used to communicate at a distance. Considering this new addition to his veritable mountain of curiosities, he decides not to shuffle it to the top of his priorities. ]
I'm not shy.
[ His confused, kneejerk response has the unintended effect of seeming defensive. It catches up with him, how sincere his words seem, how much he mistrusts them, how much he hopes to be wrong. Suddenly, he feels like he's been ambushed by a feeling of warmth. ]
It concerns the Game and the consequences of not playing.
[Oh? The reply back almost seemed defensive? He had merely been teasing, but maybe it's because it's through text. He does frown a little. Maybe it is more than that and that has him worrying much more about the other suddenly.
His text, hopefully, come out more serious instead of the playfulness from earlier.]
Sorry. I did not mean to offend in anyway.
Did something happen? Ah. Have you not been participating? It's dangerous to stave if off. Even if you are loathe to participate, I think that it would be good to nip it in the bud so to speak. If you need to sleep with someone, then I am more than happy to agree.
[Wriothesley says it like he's a last resort. Or that he's merely something to help the other keep themselves from experiencing more ill effects and nothing more. Just a kindness without seeking anything in return.]
[ He feels tension at the corners of his mouth, the beginnings of a smile. It remains unrealized due to the gravity of his request. ]
You know about the symptoms? That makes this easier. I'm clear-headed now, but you're right, it's dangerous. I want to learn something useful. You seem to have experience and someone advised that I should ask someone who
[ Ah, his finger slipped. Embarrassing, especially since he wanted to seem calm (and he looks calm! in a resting bitch face sort of way), but this vulnerable admission makes him fluster. ]
I don't know the particulars of what you might experience, but I am aware that not partaking in sexual acts for long periods of times has ill effects. From what I know, your effects and my effects differ.
[But he isn't about to nosily ask the other unless they want to tell him. He just doesn't know what Pinocchio might suffer and maybe that makes him even more worried for the other.]
Something useful, huh. Well, you aren't wrong. I've done plenty of things through the years. People have needs and wants and I was more than willing.
[Oh? Wow, how cute of you. He can't help but smile at that. Way to make a guy's heart flutter!]
Oh? What an honour. Honestly, I'm happy to hear that. I've only ever hoped to make you feel comfortable in my presence. But you didn't message me just to get me flustered, I'm sure. Tonight you said? Time and place. I will be there.
I just do whatever I can. Nothing more. What I want though. I enjoy giving pleasure to my partners, so I've always been content with whatever they wanted. Ah, but that's an unfair response.
[He does consider it. He knows what he does want. Knows certain things he never touches because it wasn't ever going to happen. His vice grip on control...he knew how he was like. Too afraid to fully let go. The want to be able to full relinquish that and be at someone's mercy and not be taken advantaged of...
Ah, it would be nice. Well, if not for him, he could still teach it to Pinocchio. For someone who was willing. Who wasn't a coward like him.]
[ On more than a few occasions. The shop had a whole wall dedicated to restraints when he had a look around, and his disinterest had made his inspection nothing more than cursory at best. Wriothesley's mentioning it, and he concludes two things: it's either something everyone knows (and he should know too) or it's something Wriothesley likes (and is, perhaps, too embarrassed to admit so directly.) ]
I want to speak with you in person. Writing on the Watch is difficult. Have you eaten yet?
[ No wonder, since he wears it on his right arm, meaning it's his prosthetic that has to do all the typing. If he's inviting him to dinner, it doesn't seem likely that Pinocchio is hoping for an immediate lesson. ]
I can answer them. I haven’t. I cannot emphasize how little I’ve done today. A dinner date with your lovely person would make my day. Next time I will stay in Audio though. I do not wish to inconvenience you.
[While he isn’t keen about the security, or lack of, on the network and watches. He also didn’t have a huge reason to not just respond to the other in mind to make it easier in the other.]
Tell me where to meet you and I will be there. You can ask whatever questions you have. Oh. And the lesson you seem to want. It would make a wonderful dessert.
[One day he'll appreciate the merits of being read so easily, but not right this second when it's still a little embarrassing, ah... A-Anyway, he's puttering; he's procured himself a hot plate to prepare the tea with, which definitely did not involve a lot of trial and error and replacing a few items. He's an expert now. It's sooo impressive, right?
Ahem.]
You enjoyed my last surprise; I am certain beyond words that I can pull it off again.
[Good luck, Lorenz. He's waiting for the pot, watching Wriothesley. Hmm!]
[Look, if Lorenz wants to be flattered he merely needs to ask. Wriothesley will flatter the guy, even when they don’t deserve it. Lorenz is just cute enough that he’s okay offering a few extra words of praise.]
You make it sound like I’m hard to pleased. [He is not. Lorenz can give him a singular tea bag and he’d probably be content.]
You worried about lil’ ol’ me? How sweet of you. It isn’t that long since we’ve seen each other is it? [A little teasing, okay.] I’m fine though. I guess a little restless with so much free time, but I have nothing to complain about.
[Wriothesley is missing very vital information which is all the messes he is going to get into through February.] What about you?
[ On one hand, he can't overstate the positive impact of being treated like he's someone instead of something. Conversely, Pinocchio still grapples with feeling like he's fooled him. Like he's taking something he's not entitled to.
Even after meeting people like Wriothesley, like Marina, he's not used to such consideration. ]
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