[Life and sex and romance is always so much easier when the other person is the one getting tied up. When there are clear lines in the sand. Metaphoric and literal. Before he ever got attached.]
[If he never had, then... fuck, this would be easy. This would be so easy. Living in this fucking house with all these fucking memories wouldn't be a problem. Because there wouldn't be any of said memories.]
That's why people seem to like me. I look big and dumb. [Some of the tension in that face eases, something like a smile flickering at the corners of his mouth.] That's why they've got the teleporters, boss.
[ this is slightly more solid ground for him (for both of them). he knows they still have a great deal to talk about and work through, and at some point mahanon really needs to let bull know that he hasn't been with anyone like this in years, but this is weirdly comforting. just because some things are changing doesn't mean that everything is.
the last comment earns a swift grin. ] You just have to be a smartass. [ still, he's unfolding himself from his chair. ] You're not busy, right?
[As he laughs. And it feels good to. After muddling through all that heavy crap -- even a little -- it feels good. He didn't really want to touch all that crap anyway. Nothing good came from it. It never did.]
Is that what it is? [ his brows arch imperiously, amusement threatening his mouth again. ] You seem to have a lot of charming parts.
[ his ears go a little pink again at his own comment, and he clears his throat, disappearing from the frame as he gets his coat and shoes. ] Don't move a muscle, then. [ he ducks half into the frame again, braid and part of his face swinging into view from above. ] .. Well, maybe you can move a little. I'll be there soon. [ a quick smile, and he ends the feed. ]
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[If he never had, then... fuck, this would be easy. This would be so easy. Living in this fucking house with all these fucking memories wouldn't be a problem. Because there wouldn't be any of said memories.]
That's why people seem to like me. I look big and dumb. [Some of the tension in that face eases, something like a smile flickering at the corners of his mouth.] That's why they've got the teleporters, boss.
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[ this is slightly more solid ground for him (for both of them). he knows they still have a great deal to talk about and work through, and at some point mahanon really needs to let bull know that he hasn't been with anyone like this in years, but this is weirdly comforting. just because some things are changing doesn't mean that everything is.
the last comment earns a swift grin. ] You just have to be a smartass. [ still, he's unfolding himself from his chair. ] You're not busy, right?
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[As he laughs. And it feels good to. After muddling through all that heavy crap -- even a little -- it feels good. He didn't really want to touch all that crap anyway. Nothing good came from it. It never did.]
[His eyebrows waggle.]
Not even a little, boss.
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[ his ears go a little pink again at his own comment, and he clears his throat, disappearing from the frame as he gets his coat and shoes. ] Don't move a muscle, then. [ he ducks half into the frame again, braid and part of his face swinging into view from above. ] .. Well, maybe you can move a little. I'll be there soon. [ a quick smile, and he ends the feed. ]