Now it's your turn to smile. You lower your hand and take a quick look around. "Right! Right. So uh... now that that's sorted. Datu, Lyrros, would you like me to show you around? I know you've already picked a room Lyrros but the tour should still be of use to you. Abzu, Jun-ho, Belial, Issachar, can you entertain yourselves?"
"Ooh can you show me how to make something please?" Jun-ho blurts out all at once, whirling to face Issachar. "I checked and the kitchen's got stuff in it now and I'd love to know how to make stuff that tastes like what you make!"
Issachar chuckles. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, actually. Would anyone else like to join in?"
Belial and Abzu don't need to be asked twice. One may be about three times as energetic about it as the other, but both are more than happy to keep Issachar company in this somewhat delicate time and bond over the secrets of well-made banana bread.
"Oh I don't doubt it," says Lyrros. You begin to fear what you've unsealed by declaring polyamory. Datu looks both surprised at the sheer boldness of Lyrros' comment and at least the faintest bit interested before you intervene so you can at least get the tour done before it gets derailed by savage humping or something.
Whatever you expected was nowhere close to far enough. When Lyrros throws the door open it's as if it becomes a portal to another world, to some hidden room secreted away in the bowels of the Douglas estate, or perhaps some yet-more-cursed manor perched atop a secluded cliff or mist-wreathed moor. Despite the lack of windows there are drapes everywhere, thick and rich as blankets, a purple so deep and vibrant as to be near-black. An entire four-poster bed sits within, draped in gauzy silk curtains so thin that the silhouette of whoever sleeps inside would be plainly, tantalisingly visible. He somehow found a carpet the exact dimensions of the entire room to throw down on the bare stone, covered in intricate interwoven patterns of black and deep purple that seem to blend and swirl together. An exquisitely-carved ebony vanity sits against one wall, the elliptical mirror lined with burning candles -black wax of course- that fill the room with the distinctive pleasant scent of sandalwood.
And, naturally, there's a spare coffin in the corner.
"(Good lord)" you murmur.
"I never do things by half-measures," Lyrros says smugly.
Reminder that Lyrros is our Interior Decorator Husbando for a darn good reason, and we should consult with him about how to kit out the rest of the spire.
"Pshhhh it'll be fiiiine," Datu reassures you, waving one webbed hand in your direction. He ends up clipping you on the snout. "We'll take it outside, smack each other around a little bit, see where the afternoon takes us. Sound about right, Lyrros?"
"Indeed, that sounds more than agreeable," Lyrros says. "You have little to worry about, Eldingar. I heal quite rapidly, and you...?"
"Won't need to," Datu replies with smug confidence.
"O-ho, you bitch~" Lyrros chuckles. "Methinks the fishboy needs a vigorous caning to beat some manners into him."
This was a mistake. All of it, every part of it. Your life is spiralling out of control.
A short while later finds you with all the other boyfriends and other on the cliffside behind the spire, gathered on the thin grassy shelf between sheer rock on one side and a dizzying drop into churning ice-cold seas below. Datu and Lyrros are roughly thirty paces apart, limbering up with a wide variety of stretches that in Lyrros' case you are pretty sure exist only to show off to the other. The amount of raw sexual energy being exuded by the pair is so palpable that you find yourself constantly glancing at Belial, checking if the demonic essence clinging to his limbs is doing any lust-based photosynthesis. You swear it is but he shoots you a concerned look so you resolve to stop looking.
"So... beg pardon, remind me why this is happening?" Issachar asks, offering you a cookie shaped like the plant-monster you fought in the greenhouse. You hurl it into your mouth, barely even chewing.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
The thing is, Lyrros might be basically a Devil May Cry protag, but he also seems to be more invested in being an entertainer and interior decorator. He's fast and agile and very, very showy, but I don't think he's necessarily an expert fighter - sure, he beat up Eldingar, but that's not like, hard or anything
Datu, though? Datu seems to be a Wandering Hero by vocation. There's every indication that his day to day life is travelling around, beating the crap out of powerful monsters - a category that traditionally includes vampires like Lyrros. He might be more used to working with his sister, but winning fights like this is still What He Do, and narratively speaking, if Datu had been the one to delve into the Douglas mansion, then convention would've been on his side - the powerful hero with his magic trinkets delving into the lair of some lurking monster. Pragmatically, he's relatively sluggish, yes, but he's also got that rune necklace to give him a bag full of tricks that we've only seen like, two of.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
If you are talking about Eldingar, that sounds like a fun way to build stamina.
But you have to take the experience of Datu and Lyrros into account. Who was in a mansion for centuries fighting occasionally, while the other was actively going around (albeit with family) to dangerous, Indiana Jones-esque temples and locations and fighting things that could of been worse than that Eldritch, dead-ish or non-dead-ish genie thing?
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
Is there a better word than "beefy"? "Meaty" doesn't have the right connotations.
"Oh I don't doubt it," says Lyrros. You begin to fear what you've unsealed by declaring polyamory. Datu looks both surprised at the sheer boldness of Lyrros' comment and at least the faintest bit interested before you intervene so you can at least get the tour done before it gets derailed by savage humping or something.
Whatever you expected was nowhere close to far enough. When Lyrros throws the door open it's as if it becomes a portal to another world, to some hidden room secreted away in the bowels of the Douglas estate, or perhaps some yet-more-cursed manor perched atop a secluded cliff or mist-wreathed moor. Despite the lack of windows there are drapes everywhere, thick and rich as blankets, a purple so deep and vibrant as to be near-black. An entire four-poster bed sits within, draped in gauzy silk curtains so thin that the silhouette of whoever sleeps inside would be plainly, tantalisingly visible. He somehow found a carpet the exact dimensions of the entire room to throw down on the bare stone, covered in intricate interwoven patterns of black and deep purple that seem to blend and swirl together. An exquisitely-carved ebony vanity sits against one wall, the elliptical mirror lined with burning candles -black wax of course- that fill the room with the distinctive pleasant scent of sandalwood.
And, naturally, there's a spare coffin in the corner.
Lyrros combs his hair back between his gloved claws, even though it was perfect already. "It's a long, sad tale of curses and a once-noble household falling to rot and ruin. Suffice it to say I was turned into this achingly beautiful predator of the night you see before you and slumbered in a coffin beneath the long-lost Douglas estate for nigh on a century before I emerged to defend myself from intruders.
It's kinda hilarious and...weirdly informative how hard he's twisting the story, it's all in good humor and he's not necessarily misrepresenting himself but Lyrros does legitimately have an ego. While they're similar in a lot of ways he's way less standoffish than Makram who's like that weird cat that yowls for you to pet it and then walks away when you come over; he lacks that harder edge, those pre-emptively raised hackles but he's still fragile in his own way. Or, well he's bothered/put-out by the idea of saying "I stayed in my room for a hundred years like a loser and waited for people to visit me so I could show off my cool shit" which is just human honestly.
Also seems to be a bit of a sore loser thinking the crypt-fight over which may be relevant
"Ah," says Issachar. He glances to your other side. Jun-ho is happily scarfing down his own cookies, wonky and lumpy as they are. His gaze returns to you. "That map found a curious array of partners for you, didn't it?"
This good and wholesome noodle, he completely fucked up the cookies but did his best and they taste good anyway.
Anyway anyway.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
@Wade Garrett stole all my amazing arguments so now I just gotta sullenly gesture at his post and go "yeah that" . Fundamentally Datu's just got way more experience and regular practice than Lyrros which counts for a whole hell of a lot, he's also got the advantage in mass and muscle (they're both magically augmented I think so Slender Anime Dude power doesn't give Lyrros the edge here) and while he's slower out of the water Lyrros is, by nature, kinda lazy and a terrible show off.
Our vampire's gonna try to put on a spectacle for the crowd and then get flattened by a truck. I mean Datu's already taller, longer limbs + however many feet a spear adds? Dude's going to be smacking Lyrros from, like, a zip code away.
I just want to mention that I don't vote Lyrros because I think he will win but because I want Eldingar to think so. It's just a bet with Abzu, what's the worst that can happen?
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
y'know i don't really care who wins this, because we all won no matter what.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
But also, with how Datu's sister and the shark guy himself where nice with Jun-ho, I wonder if there will be an easter egg scene of the eastern dragon blushing while sandwiched between the two.
[X] Lyrros. He seems to have the advantage in speed and agility, not to mention a greater grasp of some sort of innate magic and a spread of shapeshifting to boot. He can probably mist out of any attempt to grapple him, but what if one good hit from Datu is all it takes?
[X] Datu. He's got the advantage in reach, size, strength, sheer density, that rune spear of his, he's dynamite honestly. However he seems to have the disadvantage in agility, and without some means to pin Lyrros down you wonder if he won't just be 'bled' to death with a thousand 'cuts'.
"I'd probably have to say Datu," you reply. "I mean, Lyrros had a lot of fantastic moves but... he's been lying in a crypt for a hundred years. Issachar managed to do pretty well against him without doing anything blatantly supernatural. Datu? He's the dyed-in-the-wool wandering adventurer type - plenty of aqueans get by raiding Beyond dungeons that bubble up from the sea bed for salvage and he treated the sunken temple Jun-ho and I visited like it was just another day at the office. I'm pretty confident he can counter Lyrros' tricks."
[Fair enough!] Abzu makes note of everything you said at the top of the page, then slashes the pen across to separate it from their next set of notes. [Then let's see how this goes!]
You, Abzu, Belial, Jun-ho and Issachar shuffle together into a somewhat closer line to observe the duel. Jun-ho offers Abzu one of his lumpy cookies. Abzu leans close and 'nibbles' away at it, absorbing the crumbling confectionery 'bite' by 'bite' until Jun-ho lets go and the rest falls into the glossy black surface of the gooey wizard's face. Their eyes arc up into white crescents as they 'smile' appreciatively. Jun-ho smiles back and offers one to Belial in turn. He tries to turn it down, muttering something about his figure, but Jun-ho makes one of those faces and no one could possibly say no to that. Belial takes the cookie and Jun-ho beams.
Meanwhile, Lyrros is busy putting that shadow-shaping he mentioned the other day to good use. Obviously not wanting to run Datu through he instead draws out a slender bar of darkness between his claws, pressing two fingers to the tip and slowly bending it in an arc like a fencing foil as if to demonstrate. Datu looks down at his spear and flips it around blunt-end-up with a shrug. Lyrros slowly lets the shadowy 'foil' go slack, more darkness like black fog rolling in to fortify it until it's only barely less deadly than his real sword. He gives it a demonstrative smack against his palm. Datu's grin widens a few fangs.
"So," he says. "Anyone counting us in or what?"
"Mm, I don't know," Lyrros replies playfully. "I'm in a charitable mood. Why don't you make the first move, good sir?"
"Alright!"
Datu whips his spear straight at Lyrros' face. His eyes widen in shock, but he's not taken completely off-guard - he throws out an elegant backhand uppercut in response, just like the one he used to launch you straight into the air. It neatly parries the spear, sending it spinning wildly up into the overcast sky. Now it's Lyrros' turn to grin, if not assured that he's already won then certainly feeling good about the opening moves. He dashes in, faster than any mortal could hope to move, grass rippling and swaying in his wake as he lashes out for Datu's temple.
Tink. The shadow-blade rebounds off Datu's upthrust arm, bounces off his tattooed forearm as if Lyrros were trying to cut through a steel vambrace. The aquean's tattoos are glowing, projecting some kind of forcefield? There's no time to dwell on it much more, because his other arm comes around and a fist like a blurred grey missile collides with Lyrros' face with a resounding crack. He reels back, blinking rapidly, staring at nothing in complete confusion, arms windmilling. Datu's spear is coming back, spinning wildly through the air like a windmill in its own right, on a collision course straight for the back of Lyrros' head.
He vanishes in a puff of silvery mist, spear striking home harmlessly in Datu's waiting hand as Lyrros reconstitutes. He takes up that familiar pose, touching his sword to his forehead, as he suddenly vanishes with nothing but a few flickering afterimages. Datu grunts as Lyrros' sword collides with his spine a split-second later, sending him stumbling forward a few steps. The sharkman whirls to face the flurry of blows that follows, his spear blurring as he takes the lightning-fast storm of thrusts and stabs head-on. The clash of shadow on bone, steely but not quite the real thing, fills the air. It seems only a moment later that there's an even louder clash and their weapons finally still, locked together in a simple contests of strength.
Lyrros tries. Gods does he ever. And to his credit he lasts quite a while. But for all his supernatural strength, Datu has his own brand in spades, and though he grits his teeth with the effort to keep his dignity Lyrros is soon forced to take his hand from behind his back and wrap it around the hilt of his sword. Pushing against Datu with everything he has in that deceptively lithe frame, brawn for brawn.
Datu just hooks the butt of his spear around and into Lyrros' temple. Clonk. He staggers sideways like a drunken crab.
Lyrros appears to have had quite enough of all this after that. The minute he finds his feet again he vanishes into mist, but this time he doesn't reconstitute again. He darts this way and that, circling around and around Datu, solidifying for only moments at a time, to attack some new angle, to exploit some gap or flaw in his guard. Every retaliatory thrust or swipe just passes harmlessly through the mist, every strike from Lyrros finds purchase and makes Datu grunt in pain. The tide's turning, his confidence returning, and before long Lyrros is smiling again. He reappears a short ways in front of Datu, holding yet another familiar pose as he flourishes his cape aside and summons a trio of fireballs, perhaps to finish things once and for all.
Datu moves with speed that belies his brawny frame, combat-rolling under the roaring fireballs that streak through the air about level with where his chest used to be, grasping at his rune necklace with his free hand. He slaps a few down in the grass, some runes gathered up in the webbing between his claws, and the air crackles with a sudden rush of power. A translucent teal runic barrier flashes into existence around him - only a small one, barely enough to encompass a couple of people, but that short radius includes Lyrros. Already halfway back into mist form, Lyrros lands back on his feet fully corporeal as if given another smack square in the face, reeling and dizzy. Perfect for Datu to close the rest of the distance.
"Wait-!" Thump. Datu scoops him off his feet and spins him around in the air, laying him down flat, facefirst in the grass. Datu falls on top of him a moment later, the aquean's far greater mass driving the air from Lyrros' lungs with an almost confused "Ptuhh". The pale elf squirms and bucks, trying to dislodge Datu with every scrap of strength he has. Datu wrestles him back down with patient ease, spear lying forgotten beside him as he gets his arms under and around Lyrros' shoulders, forcing them to spread out uselessly as he grinds the rest of his weight straight down into the other man's back.
"C'mon man," he grunts, shifting and flexing to try and keep Lyrros down. "Y'can't mist out or break out without dislocating something, s'okay to tap."
Lyrros keeps fighting a few moments more, shifting and squirming and struggling every which way he can think to try and escape Datu's experienced hold, violently bucking his hips back into him. It's honestly starting to feel a bit... lewd, in that subtle way that only watching a half-naked and mostly-naked man grunt and grind and writhe against each other can be. You clear your throat and scratch the side of your neck, averting your eyes rather than risking eye contact with anybody else watching.
"... ngh. Fine." Lyrros audibly flops down in defeat, all four limbs lying limp, face buried in the grass. "I suppose I... concede defeat or whatever it is you wanted me to say."
Datu laughs, loud and shamelessly happy. "Good to hear!" He says, puffing and panting in satisfaction. He adjusts his grip, releasing his hold on Lyrros' arms but keeping his own wrapped around the elf's midsection like a sexually aggressive bearhug. "That was great, we should really do that again sometime!"
"May I get up now?" Lyrros asks, in the tone of one that's trying very hard not to sound as grumpy as he feels. Or is it the opposite?
"No," Datu says with an entirely unwholesome grin. "This is your punishment for being such a tease earlier. You lost so now you get to have your shit snuggled senseless by yours truly right in front of everyone and there's nothing you can do about it~" A pause. "And y'know, we can fuck for real later if you want."
Lyrros badly suppresses a snort. Datu grins wider, chuckling with shameless glee as he rolls over and drags the smaller elf with him. He winds up flat on his back, possessively hugging Lyrros to his bare chest like an oversized and overly erotic teddy bear, tucking the other man's head securely under his jaw. Jun-ho's frozen, his last cookie hanging inches from his lips as he stares slack-jawed at the scene before him. Belial looks like he was trying to be all responsible and disapproving until only a few moments ago, unable to stop himself cracking a smile. Abzu, for their part, is just holding up a [10/10] sign.
"Y'know you're pretty warm for someone who's s'posed to be undead," Datu says conversationally. "Not that I'm complaining."
"I suppose I do eat and breathe, so perhaps I only straddle the borderline," Lyrros replies. "Among other things."
"Oh you're a keeper you are."
The shadows steadily grow longer as the sun begins to set, and as you drink in the sight of polyamory that just might work you realise something's missing. Jun-ho, Belial and Abzu are all right there at the sidelines with you, but no more Issachar. Only a plate of cookies left perfectly balanced on a stone beside the spire, rapidly cooling in the evening air. You let out a long, soft sigh as the cautiously happy feeling starting to brew in your stomach curdles and turns sour. You go pick up the plate, bringing it back to the others with a preoccupied air. Jun-ho and Belial seem to be slowly gravitating to each other - from what snatches of conversation you overhear, Jun-ho's asking how people like Datu can casually be so fucking lewd all the time and Belial's trying to work out how to explain the complexities of relationships to someone as sweet and earnest as Jun-ho. You can already imagine where this might go. You just wish you could enjoy it.
Abzu taps you on the shoulder. [Something the matter?] they ask. [I've been signing about your reward but you've been miles away.]
"Oh sorry," you say. "I didn't forget I ah... just have to take care of things first. Should be leaving- actually before I go can you take care of something for me? When I met Datu he looted the lamp of a corrupted marid he saved Jun-ho and I from, and I told him if he brought it here you'd be able to take a look at it. She looked like she was covered in that black water stuff you've been working on so I thought-"
[No no that makes sense] Abzu signs. [Thanks for thinking of me, I'll ask to see it right away.] [Anything I can do for you before you head out?]
"No, but thanks for asking," you say with a slight smile.
Abzu gives you a quick side-hug while you're close enough, squeezing you tight. [It'll all work out ]
And the funny thing is that it almost feels true.
You delay only to make a call to the Plutocracy contractors in Söfnun before they close, get the ball rolling on everything your boyfriends and other will need for the foreseeable future. By the time that's done they're all nicely occupied, Lyrros and Datu with Whatever It Is they've decided to get up to as the two new guys, Jun-ho and Belial getting to know each other better, and Abzu hunting down the lamp among the rest of Datu's luggage to get to work analysing it. You're as free as a bird to take off into the twilit sky, flying southwest with your eyes peeled for any sign of Issachar's farm in the deepening darkness below.
You're not going to overthink this. You want to overthink this, oh can you ever feel the urge butting its head against the inside of your skull like an alley cat screaming for scraps, but you're not going to. Overthinking leads to bad things. You'll work yourself up all into a lather and be a complete wreck by the time you get there. After all what's the worst Issachar could really have to say? That he's already married? That he's a serial killer? That he's straight? The map's been pretty consistent with your boyfriends actually being into you, you don't see why it would throw you that drastic of a curveball with him. You just... have to take whatever it is as it comes!
"... one hundred bags of gold on the wall, one hundred bags of gold..." you sing to yourself.
A short while later, as the magic hour ends and the sun dips completely below the horizon, you see the shape of a solitary lightning farm slowly resolve itself from the gloom beneath you. Your darkvision kicks in right on cue, picking out all the detail you could want as you trim your wings and start your descent, everything from the lightning rods to the barn to the fenced-off grasslands to the well to the main building. A single pinprick of light glows among the darkness, golden-orange cut into four squares by the north-facing window. He said he'd keep the light on and there it is, calling you down. That's something, right?
The cold air rushes around you, cushioning your fall as you set down in bipedal form, flying to walking in no time flat. You wrap your wings around your shoulders like a fine leather cloak, the most dignified look you can muster on short notice. You're double-timing it, trying to make it to the door before you have time to do anything stupid. Best to get this over with. Best to-
Someone moves past the window. Someone that isn't Issachar. Only a flash, only a glimpse of a cloaked figure and dark eyes, but what skin was visible was definitely a few shades too light to be Issachar. You pause almost mid-stride, brow ridges furrowing. You creep forward one more step, two, three. The muffled mumble of voices through the walls drifts over to your ears. One of them's deep enough to be Issachar's, the other's more high-pitched, unfamiliar. A woman? A friend of his? ... something more?
You bite your lip. You're only a short ways from the door but it feels like it's miles away. Are you earlier than he expected? Are you right on time? You don't know what to do in this situation, all you know is that you're pretty sure whatever choice you make is going to be the wrong one but the alternative is standing here like a lemon all night so... so what is it? What do you do?
[ ] Creep closer and eavesdrop. Issachar's been keeping too many secrets from you already. If you were supposed to expect company then he'd have mentioned it sooner, right? Maybe this way you'll finally get some answers.
[ ] Approach the door and knock. Announce yourself to Issachar and his mystery-guest, and hope you're not being incredibly rude by interrupting.
[ ] Wander off for a while and try to give him time to finish up with the woman visiting him. If it's important then he'll tell you about it without you having to force his hand somehow. Right?
Adhoc vote count started by ZerbanDaGreat on Aug 28, 2018 at 5:05 AM, finished with 41 posts and 34 votes.
[X] Approach the door and knock. Announce yourself to Issachar and his mystery-guest, and hope you're not being incredibly rude by interrupting.
[X] Creep closer and eavesdrop. Issachar's been keeping too many secrets from you already. If you were supposed to expect company then he'd have mentioned it sooner, right? Maybe this way you'll finally get some answers.
[X] Wander off for a while and try to give him time to finish up with the woman visiting him. If it's important then he'll tell you about it without you having to force his hand somehow. Right?
[X] Creep closer and eavesdrop. Issachar's been keeping too many secrets from you already. If you were supposed to expect company then he'd have mentioned it sooner, right? Maybe this way you'll finally get some answers.
[X] Wander off for a while and try to give him time to finish up with the woman visiting him. If it's important then he'll tell you about it without you having to force his hand somehow. Right?
[X] Wander off for a while and try to give him time to finish up with the woman visiting him. If it's important then he'll tell you about it without you having to force his hand somehow. Right?
. Ripped as fuck also would work I think.
