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Doing
Doing:Three habits that I have.
"I record myself. I often need to think out loud, you see, so I can listen to my thoughts and see what sticks and what doesn't. ...Well, most of my plans are perfect, but double-checking never hurts.
I oversteep my tea. I prefer it when it tastes strong and bitter.
And I...might sleepwalk from time to time. Nothing serious. Really."
I Must Confess in Threes
Blab: Three secrets I'm keeping.
Mwah: Three people I'd like to kiss.
Similar: Three members of the same sex I find attractive.
Different: Three members of the opposite sex I find attractive
Pastime: Three hobbies I have.
Doing: Three habits that I have.
Psst: Three things that I've always wanted to tell you.
Shh: Three things I wouldn't wan't my parents to know
Dream: Three wishes I have.
Want: Three things I would do to you if we were alone.
aaand now I must run off downtown, I'll be back in the evening!Â
'Play with myself'? Can you believe that nerve of his?!
"Ugh. Just remember, the fact that he even stoops to such ridiculous insults shows our brilliance is enough to attract his attention. Foul allusions to *masturbation* are his version of a territorial displayâŠ."
"Sokolov mustâve ran out of insults a long time ago, heâs always been jealous of our brilliant mind. Minds. And for all I know heâd rather have a duplicate of himself to masturbate with, Void forbid heâdâŠah, you surely know what I mean.â
Headcanons
Send â for a HEALTH headcanon. Send â for a CHILDHOOD headcanon. Send âż for a HAPPINESS headcanon. Send â for an ANGER headcanon. Send â for a BODY headcanon. Send ÏĄ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon. Send አfor a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon. Send â for a RELIGION headcanon. Send â for a PET PEEVE headcanon. Send â;meme for a FOOD headcanon.
Um. Just--wait, I need to pinch myself for a moment.
Peiro blinked faintly, held up his teacup, and peered into its murky depts, rummaging around until he could dip some litmus test strips into it.Â
"Well, either that tyvian cur has finally stooped to *drugging* me, or, on the bright side, the door to nowhere might finally be workingâŠ."
Piero blinked back at Pieroânot this Piero, the other Pieroâas he pinched his own forearm repeatedly, frowning when his doppleganger did, in fact, not vanish.
"I donât think I accepted any drinks from him recently, so either I havenât been sleeping enough or the door to nowhere finally workedâŠ" His frown deepened when he realized two things: one, he did not remember walking through the door to nowhere, and twoâ "In any case, Iâm sure that *I* am not the hallucination here. Last time I checked my existence seemed to be a real thing."
He considered this, regarding his doubles action of pinching himself- clearly intended to indicate if the experience was a dream or hallucination through the application of stimulus. A solid basic check of faculties.Â
"I would find myself prone to taking your word for it; who could I trust if not what seems to be, for all possible purposes, myself? Until circumstances change, then, as it seems unlikely for both of us to be real, and impossible for neither of us to be real, I will accept the likelihood that I am a hallucination, or product of a dream." he pronounced, glad to have found some solid theoretical footing in the situation.Â
"With that established, I would suggest a particularly lucid *dream*, but unless our experiences, or the concept of our experiences, differ greatly, we havenât dreamed normally in far too long. There are no leviathans or floating pieces of city to be seen; I would offer, then, that the most likely explanation is hallucination. In the future, perhaps we could consider better ventilation in the workshop."
He nodded, reassured at his doubleâs conjecture.Â
"That is a sound compromise, as there must be at least one of us that has to be real, but itâs unlikely that we are both real,â he rubbed a thumb over his pinched skinâno dice, he didnât seem to wake up.
"Either way, as you just pointed out this dreamâif I or we are indeed dreamingâdoesnât have any floating ruins, and liquids seem to behave normally. I donât seem to be able to wake up by pinching myself, so I believe that either I or we are sleeping much more deeply than normal, that this situation is the product of a particularly nasty brain fever, or that I am not asleep at all. And if I or we are hallucinating, then we need to find out  why are weâam I hallucinating. Chemical fumes seem to be the most likely culprit.âÂ
Piero paused, rubbing his own stubble thoughtfully.
"Either way, if you are a hallucination, then you are one of the least surreal visions I ever had. The lack of otherworldly features is a bit uncanny, if you ask me."
âTWO Pieros!?â
"Donât get too excited, it would take about half of me to show you up for the puffed up little fraud that you are. So youâre none worse off for a spare."
"Yes, and it would only take half of me to work the both of you into such a tizzy youâd be fundamentally useless for the rest of the day and perhaps most of the next. So, by all means, have fun playing with yourself.â
"Well, I suppose I canât fault a man for having *pride* in himself. Iâm glad you have a skill that you keep such confidence in. If it was me, I might have picked something like skill in science, or mechanichal arts, or even being likable as a person⊠but well, if youâre SO proud of being a complete and utter annoyance, what can I do but applaude, âsirâ?"
"Well played, me."
"I am too busy to RP" I said
"I have writer's block" I said
"I should revamp my blog and see where I g--WAIT IS THAT ANOTHER PIERO TIME TO GO BOTHER HIM I BET THIS WILL BE FUNNY "
(by the way I do recommend bothering Mister Joplin here)
Um. Just--wait, I need to pinch myself for a moment.
Peiro blinked faintly, held up his teacup, and peered into its murky depts, rummaging around until he could dip some litmus test strips into it.Â
"Well, either that tyvian cur has finally stooped to *drugging* me, or, on the bright side, the door to nowhere might finally be workingâŠ."
Piero blinked back at Piero--not this Piero, the other Piero--as he pinched his own forearm repeatedly, frowning when his doppleganger did, in fact, not vanish.
"I don't think I accepted any drinks from him recently, so either I haven't been sleeping enough or the door to nowhere finally worked..." His frown deepened when he realized two things: one, he did not remember walking through the door to nowhere, and two-- "In any case, I'm sure that *I* am not the hallucination here. Last time I checked my existence seemed to be a real thing."
*INTERNAL SCREAMING*
DO YOU WANT TO FUCK SOKOLOV, PIERO?
"AHâNâNO, WHY WOULD I EVEN WANT TO FUCK HIM, HEâSâheâs fat and heâs got so much hair, and Iâm sure heâs hairy all over andâum,no, no no no no no why would you even ask me that?!â
How's your grooming, if you know what I mean~ I mean, considering the drapes is there even enough curtain to work with?
"âŠAre you implying that Iâm balding?â
If you could fuck anyone, ANYONE, who would it be?
He turns a deep shade of red.
"Um...Uh...S--ssok--Callista?"
We all know you are attracted to women, what about men?
"Um.WellâŠ" Piero rubbed at the back of his neck nervously.Â
"Iâm sure it wouldnât be to my liking, noâŠÂ But I would not mind experimenting, I suppose.â
In honor of Sexual Sunday ask my muse Sex based questions.
Have any "toys" you like to use. Or maybe invented yourself?
The older man chuckled, scratching his beard in pleasant thought.
"Oh, whateverâs on hand can act as a wonderful plaything. Candles make for a lovely time, and a belt leaves affectionate marks, but I suspect you mean for something a bit more salacious. The short answer is yes, obviously. Insertable things that run on whale oil batteries with tiny motors, some with handles, even. The best one iâve had the privilege to have been used on me was one designed by an anonymous engineer from the Golden Cat, in which the head of the device gave gentle rotations while the shaft vibrated. According to the girls it was the second of that mechanism. The first one broke from overuse.â
Sokolov put his hands behind his head, âif I ever did meet that engineer, iâd shake his hand and offer him a job.â
...And suddenly, elsewhere, Piero sneezed.
1) PieroXMarie 2) Feudal Japan AU
Piero nervously smoothed a wrinkle in his yukataâs sleeveâas much as he tried to mingle in crowds he always stood out as an outsider, and if it hadnât been for his talents he didnât doubt that he would have been already driven out of Nagasaki by force. He silently, nervously appraised the young womanâan ikokujin like himself, probably not older than twenty, and looking far too small for the (illegal) katana tied at her waistâas he mulled over her demands.
Finally, he opened the small box that contained his vials and cleared his throat:
"Would you mind repeating me why does your family want to poison the Daimyo?â
