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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 0:39:51 GMT -5
The fox's friends were going to have hell later on. 'Go to Angelo's!' They say. 'You'll have fun!
They say. There would be red slap marks on all of their muzzles in the near future. But, other than being verbally bitch-slapped by a drunken wolverine, the gay fox had acquired a new friend. A jackal, named Shavo! He smiled, looking back to the man in question as he led him back to his home. A small mansion he had inherited from Marc when he passed away. "Well," Sin said to Shavo, standing at the door of the small mansion. "This is where I live!" He smiled at the jackal and hoped he would like his home. "Come on in!" He opened the door and led him inside to the lobby, which was one anyone could expect in a mansion. A staircase leading upstairs and a large interior. "Let's go to my room. There's a TV and fridge in there." Dragging the canine by the paw (still), he pulled him upstairs, down a hall, and up anothe staircase to the third floor. Going down a small hallway, he opened a large door. Ahh, his bedroom! He let go of Shavo's paw, giggling as he went and jumped onto the bed. "Come on, sit down or something. There's some liquor in the mini-fridge. Just in case on of Marc's clients wanted some, since he didn't drink either." |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 23, 2009 2:13:16 GMT -5
Shavo was impressed with the dwelling of his new friend. Definitely a far-cry from the Foxford Apartments in East Lucent. He had never been in a mansion before, only ever seeing them when he was working as a messenger a few years back.
"It's...nice, Sin," he said, not really sure what to say. He sat down on the edge of the bed. "You live in this nice mansion, and yet you work at a fur bar. I find that a little odd." He hoped he wasn't sounding judgemental. He ran a paw through his hackles, looking around Sin's room.
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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 2:32:46 GMT -5
The fox sat crossed legged on the bed, his legs exposed and his face smiling. "Thanks Shavo. You're actually the first person to be in my house! So congratz!" He pulled off his shirt, hoping that the jackal wouldn't mind. Or think he was coming onto him. For all I know, he's straight, he thought to himself. He scratched at his chest and chuckled, nodding to Shavo's obvservation. "You're not the first person to question or comment on that. I like my job. It's how I was raised, and I inherited this house from my adoptive father." He smiled softly, reminiscing in the memories. "So what do you do?" |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 23, 2009 2:46:09 GMT -5
Shavo looked back, and did a double-take.
"Uh... I'm," he found the words getting caught in his throat. "...I'm just a freeelance worker. If someone needs something done, I, uh, will do it." He dared another look back at Sin. He wasn't sure, but he was getting the feeling that Sin had a liking towards him... not that he wouldn't take him up on the offer if it was brought up.
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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 2:54:01 GMT -5
The fox blushed at the jackal's double-take, but nonetheless, nodded to his job explanation. "A freelance worker, you say? I may have some jobs around the house you could do, if you wouldn't mind cleaning. Besides! I may have a little maids outfit just for you!" he teased, giggling shortly and covering his muzzle with a paw. He started to take notice of Shavo's careful glances. "Do I have something in my fur, or something...?" he said, his sentence taking a quick ending. He felt over his chest and stomach fur, even taking his long fluffy tail into his lap. "Do I?" he said, smiling softly. I have to stop falling for cute guys so easily... he thought to himself, sighing mentally. |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 23, 2009 3:06:26 GMT -5
"...Uh," was all he managed to say. He could see what was going on here, and strangely, he didn't mind in the least bit, even if he wasn't showing it on the outside. He wasn't sure, though, if he should jump at the offer. He didn't want to seem interested in only fucking Sin, because he seemed like an interesting furre to begin with. "...No. You look good," he managed to say finally.
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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 3:20:55 GMT -5
Realizing what he was doing, Sin blinked and chuckled, blushing slightly. "Thanks," he returned, scootching to get off the bed. "You don't look that bad yourself." Hopping off the bed, he headed towards the mini-fridge grabbing a soda and kicking it shut with a footpaw. Opening the can with its tab, he took a couple gulps out of it, before placing it on his bedside table. He sat down next to Shavo, putting his paws together on his lap. "I just want to thank you again, for standing up for me. Not a lot of people do." He smiled to Shavo shyly and looked back to his paws. "There's a lot of discrimination against gays in St. Lucent, sadly," |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 23, 2009 3:45:51 GMT -5
His ears flattened slightly. He knew about the discrimination, practically growing up with it around. His family never had any problems with gays or 'Scratches,' the obvious hybrid furres. Lately, there seemed to be more of them...
"I know," he said. His paw tightened into a fist, gripping his old woodland camo jeans. Hell, his sweater looked like it was older than he was. He never had much of a wardrobe... Never really needed one, either. He looks at Sinatra. Nice figure, great personality, a job he loved...
"Um, Sin? If you don't mind me asking, would you say you are happy with your life?" Seemed like an off-topic question, but...
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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 3:54:42 GMT -5
A frown crossed Sinatra's face as Shavo's ears flattened somewhat. But it was good to know that the jackel knew the discrimation against the gay community, and any other furre that didn't fit to 'standards'. He glances over to the jackal's paw, watching it tightening into a fist and grip his pants. Old pants, and an old sweater by the looks of it. Sinatra would have to take this boy out shopping some time. He smiled at the thought, thinking of how to make it more fun, but his thoughts were interrupted by a question from Shavo. Asking if he was happy with his life. The question struck a nerve, and he had to think. Was he? He blinked, and shook his head no, but just barely. "Not the life I'd like. I mean sure, I have money, friends, a nice house. But, I don't..." he looked briefly to Shavo before his eyes returned to his lap. "I don't have a relationship. Most people assume strippers are one night flings. But, I want a relationship. Somebody I can wake up to... you know?" |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 23, 2009 10:35:41 GMT -5
Shavo nodded in agreement. He, too, longed for companionship, but could never find anyone he really could relate to. Or even could like for more than twenty minutes. Everyone wanted him for instant gratification. He was tired of the way he lived.
“Yeah, I do,” he said. While most of the time he did wake up next to someone, he would quietly dress and leave, go back to his apartment, shower, then go back to finding work. It was a cycle all too familiar. Maybe he could try for a change…
“…Um, would you care if I, uh,” he gestures at his sweater.
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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 13:45:13 GMT -5
"Well it's good to know you want the same things, I suppose," he said, drumming his fingers against his legs. When the jackal spoke next, he was gesturing at his sweater. A blank look crossed the fox's mind, but it quickly donned on him that he'd like to remove the article of clothing like Sinatra had. "Do you honestly think I'd care if you took off your sweater? Let's put it this way. If you're around me, don't even bother asking to take clothes off. I won't mind at all." Smiling to Shavo, he giggled shyly and blushed, realizing that he was coming off strongly to the new friend. |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 23, 2009 14:12:40 GMT -5
Shavo gave him a curious look, before standing and unzipping the smoke gray hoodie. He rolled it up and set it in a chair by the bed before sitting back down. His fur was just a bit lighter than the sweater, and even lighter on his chest. He looked down at himself, noticing the subtle scars on his arms and body from failed attempts at catching ledges and clearing obstacles while running messages across the city. He rubbed his arm, looking at the floor.
"...I can only guess from experience why you brought me here," he flinched a bit at his own words, "but I want to hear it from you why." He looked at Sinatra with his soft lavender eyes.
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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 14:24:51 GMT -5
The red fox couldn't help but watch as the other male took his sweater off, watching his muscles stretch and as more fur was able to be seen. He too, could see the small scars that were scattered among his body, but they weren't anything to worry about, Sinatra hoped. The signs of nervousness increased on the jackal's posture and Sinatra lowered his ears, knowing it was himself that was causing it. "I'm not some sex whore, trying to bring in innocent furres to make them have sex with me, if that's what you're thinking," he said, traces of hurt in his voice. "But the reason I did bring you here is because of not how you look, but how you act. Or, acted, I should say. You stood up for me, and that makes you a friend in my books." He grabbed onto the bed sheets with his paws and gripped them as hard as his fragile body could. He couldn't look into those eyes while they gave off that look. "You think that I want to do something with you, I think. But I only do something if all the people involved are willing and ready. I don't push anybody to do anything they don't like." |
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 23, 2009 14:40:54 GMT -5
He gave a slight smile and looked away, ashamed about thinking such thoughts about a furre who was kind enough to take him into his home. He looked back to the fox.
"Okay...Thanks for bringing me into your home, Sin, even though we just met." He didn't know why, but he just felt at ease. Was it Sin? Did he give off the calming aura? It didn't matter, now. He unclenched his paw and set it on the bed beside his leg. He wondered what he should do. Was he overstaying his welcome? Was HE being to forward?
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Post by sinatra on Jul 23, 2009 14:54:10 GMT -5
Sinatra smiled, happy now that the jackal knew that he wasn't going to do anything. "It's alright," the fox said, giving the jackal a one-armed hug. "I owe you anyway, and I won't take 'no' for an answer." He winked and chuckled, stretching back across his bed to reach the can of pop. Taking a drink, he squinted his eyes shut, annoyed by the feeling of the caffeine going down his throat. He coughed into a paw when he finished, and chuckled shyly at the taller furre. "I may not drink alcohol, but pop still annoys me." |
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