I've been learning more from Henry, actually. He was a blacksmith, before he became a knight. We fixed up some of the swords from the market in November, I think it was good for him. Getting to go back to his roots, I mean.
[Dodger can only imagine what it's like, constantly being surrounded by screens and high-tech gadgets and magic when none of that shit existed back home. All things considered, the resort is fairly mundane for him, but hanging around Henry has given him a deeper understanding of his own privilege.]
Anyway, I can pick up plenty from reading books and trying shit myself. It's how I learned everything growing up.
[Hm. She's still not sure how she feels about this. Slender fingers hold her shot glass by the lip so she can gently tap the bottom on the table. He's not asked... is this winning? It doesn't feel like a victory or a loss.]
Not for the class, just access to the materials and tools. Anyway... how old are you?
[The things that happen when you wield a magic item that overlays an alternate version of yourself on you for a brief period of time. And then there's also the jeweled sword of Zelretch that would allow her to draw power from alternate universes so she could get an opening to kill her sister...]
[Funny, when he showed up here he was so excited to meet people who knew what the hell he was talking about. And now it feels like everyone he talks to has some idea or other about alternate realities, and Dodger spends all his time around the one person who could not wrap his head around it if he tried.
It actually makes him chuckle quietly.]
I learned about them in my twenties. The hard way.
[He knew the general concept before that. He just... hadn't gotten brain damage that made his place in the space-time continuum unstable, yet.]
[Dodger's gaze lower to her hands - watching her play with the metal cat, feeling something he isn't sure what to call. But it's positive, he knows that much.]
I've got a little brother. We're not blood-related, his parents adopted me. He'd be turning twenty-five soon, I think, his birthday's in March. [And since he's sure this will come up eventually:] That's the 'Anthony di Lonza' I asked you to watch out for.
I'd rather come inside. But if I'm using someone's mouth, I want them to taste it before they swallow. And I want to kiss them while the taste is still in their mouth.
[He hasn't actually... put that in words before, but there's a little hesitation in his tone.]
You want to taste your own cum in someone's mouth!?
[Give her a moment. She's Feeling It now so the way she reacts plainly and falters is honest. Her brain wants to address this before answering his questions.]
[He's definitely noting that - that she's got no issue with tasting or swallowing his cum. And it does also answer his question about getting eaten out, at least partially.]
Then you don't have to. I won't notice the taste, and I can wash it down with something afterward.
Part ways. I'm sure the other person wouldn't want me around if they're done getting off, anyway.
[He doesn't entirely think through what he's saying before speaking, and sets his jaw when it catches up with him. Well, it's out now. He'd love to keep pretending he's god's gift to the resort, but it is a little easier to just let it slip knowing that Rin probably thinks the same.]
What does feeling good have to do with it? Feeling good doesn't help me with anything. Magical energy, life force, tao - whatever you call it! Doesn't matter! That kind of thing works like osmosis in a person. Concentrates in the fluids connected to life like saliva, blood, and arousal fluids. If someone is tasting me like that I'm not getting anything extra out of it.
[Tohsaka huffs like she's put out by having to explain that she also treats sex like grabbing a power up.]
[That does make him feel better, actually. If she's not getting anything out of it, then he can just think of it in terms of his own enjoyment. And not feel weird about the fact that he doesn't actually know what he's doing down there.
He's filing away all of the 'life force' ramble, too, but it's practically nonsense to him. What the fuck is tao...]
Not what I said, but if it gets you to drop it? Sure. Why do you care? Do you actually hate pussies?
[Tohsaka points accusingly, but that puts her hand by the bottle. Feeling thirsty, she grabs it and decides to take a shot just to quench that urge and to feel the glass against her lips once more.]
[Dodger bravely stops himself from answering with no, they're the only part of women worth dealing with.
Instead he just fills his glass again, and empties it while he comes up with something better.]
I'm asking because I don't get how many people here think about shit other than getting themselves off. Or they don't want to get off at all, or they're only enjoying themselves if I am. You don't want to be eaten out, and you want to use a toy you can't feel, I'm just trying to see what the point is.
I'm terrible at empathizing with people, but you can't even imagine what a different person even looks like. Maybe this is why you just sell the information rather than use it. There are a million reasons why any of those things are true. Control, pride, terrible self worth. Maybe people hinge their worth in bed on your enjoyment. Maybe someone achieves greater self satisfaction from a role or performance than they do physical satisfaction from direct touch. Getting off? Yeah maybe that's nice in the moment, but perhaps seeing a man on his knees with his lashes dotted with tears from choking on a toy is worth more. Get a better imagination or admit you could never have taste as eclectic and refined as mine!
[Well, it's at this point her declaration is rowdy enough that a waiter swings by and asks her to quiet down or take the discussion outside. Rin simply sticks her tongue put at him, childish once more, but doesn't otherwise argue.]
[Dodger is listening, even if his expression makes it seem like he's not. That seems fair enough - Viktor clearly has self-worth issues, even ignoring his anxiety around activating his powers during sex, and John seems very set on the idea that others' pleasure is the only thing that really matters to him. He knows these things intellectually, he just cannot put himself in that mindset.
That mental image, though - a man on his knees, choking on a toy. That's good, and when Dodger subs that in for Henry on his knees choking on a toy, he has to cross his legs again and his eyes slide half-shut. His face has turned pink. Fuck. Okay, she has a point.]
...They probably need this table. Let's take the rest of the booze and go somewhere.
[He needs to smoke. And he wants to be somewhere quieter, either to get a break from the noise of the other patrons or to try and properly put moves on her. He doesn't know, so much is happening inside him right now.]
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I've been learning more from Henry, actually. He was a blacksmith, before he became a knight. We fixed up some of the swords from the market in November, I think it was good for him. Getting to go back to his roots, I mean.
[Dodger can only imagine what it's like, constantly being surrounded by screens and high-tech gadgets and magic when none of that shit existed back home. All things considered, the resort is fairly mundane for him, but hanging around Henry has given him a deeper understanding of his own privilege.]
Anyway, I can pick up plenty from reading books and trying shit myself. It's how I learned everything growing up.
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Not for the class, just access to the materials and tools. Anyway... how old are you?
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[Materials and tools do seem helpful. That's been the main sticking point, figuring out how to get a permanent spot to forge going.]
I'm twenty-five. Or- no, I'm turning twenty-six in a few days. The sixteenth.
[He frowns slightly. He's going to have to get used to saying that. It feels unnatural.]
Do you know anything about alternate timelines?
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[The things that happen when you wield a magic item that overlays an alternate version of yourself on you for a brief period of time. And then there's also the jeweled sword of Zelretch that would allow her to draw power from alternate universes so she could get an opening to kill her sister...]
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It actually makes him chuckle quietly.]
I learned about them in my twenties. The hard way.
[He knew the general concept before that. He just... hadn't gotten brain damage that made his place in the space-time continuum unstable, yet.]
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Did you have any siblings?
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I've got a little brother. We're not blood-related, his parents adopted me. He'd be turning twenty-five soon, I think, his birthday's in March. [And since he's sure this will come up eventually:] That's the 'Anthony di Lonza' I asked you to watch out for.
[God, he misses him.]
What about you?
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Pour. Ask another, I didn't take turns correctly.
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When did your father die?
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Eight, and my mother was gone by twelve. My father's first apprentice, a priest, became my legal guardian after that.
[Tch. There's a bit of poorly veiled vitriol for said priest when she talks about him.]
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We have a lot in common, then.
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That's not the way to get me to like you better, y'know. Do you like coming inside or leaving your mark better?
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I'd rather come inside. But if I'm using someone's mouth, I want them to taste it before they swallow. And I want to kiss them while the taste is still in their mouth.
[He hasn't actually... put that in words before, but there's a little hesitation in his tone.]
Why don't you want people eating you out?
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[Give her a moment. She's Feeling It now so the way she reacts plainly and falters is honest. Her brain wants to address this before answering his questions.]
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[He gives her a look like she's being weird for questioning him.]
I like the opposite, too. Letting someone else taste themselves on my mouth.
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I don't want to taste myself! I'm bitter and gross like an apothecary's workshop!
[Seemingly no problems with tasting or swallowing semen, though.]
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Then you don't have to. I won't notice the taste, and I can wash it down with something afterward.
[Implying that he still does want to get kissed.]
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[Mostly because she doesn't like climaxing while the other person isn't distracted by getting off themselves. Enjoyment is vulnerability...]
Are you the type to want things after, or do you just part ways?
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[He doesn't entirely think through what he's saying before speaking, and sets his jaw when it catches up with him. Well, it's out now. He'd love to keep pretending he's god's gift to the resort, but it is a little easier to just let it slip knowing that Rin probably thinks the same.]
Does getting eaten out not feel good?
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[Tohsaka huffs like she's put out by having to explain that she also treats sex like grabbing a power up.]
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So it doesn't.
[That does make him feel better, actually. If she's not getting anything out of it, then he can just think of it in terms of his own enjoyment. And not feel weird about the fact that he doesn't actually know what he's doing down there.
He's filing away all of the 'life force' ramble, too, but it's practically nonsense to him. What the fuck is tao...]
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[Tohsaka points accusingly, but that puts her hand by the bottle. Feeling thirsty, she grabs it and decides to take a shot just to quench that urge and to feel the glass against her lips once more.]
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Instead he just fills his glass again, and empties it while he comes up with something better.]
I'm asking because I don't get how many people here think about shit other than getting themselves off. Or they don't want to get off at all, or they're only enjoying themselves if I am. You don't want to be eaten out, and you want to use a toy you can't feel, I'm just trying to see what the point is.
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[Well, it's at this point her declaration is rowdy enough that a waiter swings by and asks her to quiet down or take the discussion outside. Rin simply sticks her tongue put at him, childish once more, but doesn't otherwise argue.]
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That mental image, though - a man on his knees, choking on a toy. That's good, and when Dodger subs that in for Henry on his knees choking on a toy, he has to cross his legs again and his eyes slide half-shut. His face has turned pink. Fuck. Okay, she has a point.]
...They probably need this table. Let's take the rest of the booze and go somewhere.
[He needs to smoke. And he wants to be somewhere quieter, either to get a break from the noise of the other patrons or to try and properly put moves on her. He doesn't know, so much is happening inside him right now.]
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