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why can’t it be a dildo , or a cat , or a unicorn – then B A M !!
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Wrench's theme song : Cheekah Bow Bow (That Computer Song) by the Vengaboys
i jUST WATCHED THE VIDEO FOR IT AND HEARD THE SONG FOR THE FIRST TIME
GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
HE ISN’T A HORNY ROBOT OKKKKKKKK
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I'm gonna be annoying and send u a thing for a meme despite already pestering you: Ѡ *BUT* they're classy n tasteful nudes. We're talkin' professional photographer level classy.
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
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A message popped up on his phone and he gazed downward’s, clicking open the device before the pixels on his goggles formed into two wide circles, his eyes gazing over the other’s form, almost mesmerized by how......eloquent the pictures were.
He’d quickly move to type out a response.
[TEXT: Dante]: I don’t believe you meant to send this to me Mr. Inferno, though I must say you are quite classy even when trying to be suave, what a lucky person the actual recipient of these photos must be. ♥‿♥
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send me ☀ if your muse finds mine attractive
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The pixels in the hacker’s goggles would quickly form into two large X’s in reaction to what he had heard.
He also found the other quite a looker, they had the curves, the nice shape, and looked fierce.
Wrench liked that in a person, especially the fierce part.
“Technically been in this game for… I guess four or five years now,” Mikhail replied before shrugging. “And I’m sure the great city of San Francisco will keep me busy all the time. I’m sure my brakes know it as well.”
His face quickly contorted to one filled with irritation. Who’s bright idea was it to build a city with several hills that were steep and you could hit 60 MPH less than fifteen seconds without even hitting a pedal?
“So I take it you’re part of the group here?”
“Only four or five?” he’d remark before chuckling once more, though this time around it was humorous, not dark.
“I’ve been in it for quite some time, at least half my life, time passes by so quickly, you barely notice it.” he’d remark before moving his mask slightly upwards, to sip from the bottle of whiskey, before quickly slipping it back down.
At the other’s inquiry, he’d nod his head before grinning a bit under the mask, “Part of? I’m basically one of the top dogs, high score player if you will.” he’d remark, his tone light and bubbly, partially because of the alcohol already hitting him, but mostly because it’s just who he was.
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“New here, actually,” Mikhail confessed as he hesitantly took the seat beside the man before motioning the bartender for a drink as well.
“Then again, this whole city is way different than Chicago.”
“Ah, fresh blood then.” he’d remark, a dark chuckle ripping from his form as he moved to pat the other on their left shoulder.
“Advice, be careful of everyone, some are out to get you, some are out to get you to do things that may not be entirely favorable for your health, and yes, it’s far different than dark and dreary Chicago, but that doesn’t mean it’s anymore safe.” he’d warn the other before moving his mask up slightly to sip from a bottle he had nearby, it being filled with cheap whiskey.
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"Rough day, huh?"
Send me “Rough day, huh?” to encounter my muse in a bar after a hard day
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He nodded.
“Rough day is an understatement my dude.” he’d grunt out as he turned his head to gaze at the other, looking over their form almost inquisitively.
“New to town or have we not been in the same kind of circles? I usually can recognize a face, especially one from this place.” he’d remark with a small chuckle.
"Rough day; huh?"
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His gaze would travel over to the owner of the voice and he’d nod his head, sighing before stretching his shoulders a bit, a groan coming out of him.
“You could say that again.......hombre.” he’d mutter, it appeared he was suffering from a bit of pain, his knuckles appearing to be bruised and bloodied when he reached for a nearby bottle that was sitting on the bar table in front of him.
Standing proudly, he watches the human’s movements keenly with mild interest. The silence isn’t as conducive to seduction as music is, and he’s delighted with Wrench’s musical choice. Luscious, dark, and with a good beat. That was one of the best things about this century; the music. The vampire exhales, releasing a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding.
Very slowly, almost like the human was magnetized, Dante approaches. “A fitting prize for me. I’m of much better breed than others you’ve met, I assure you.” Which wasn’t necessarily a lie– but any noble name he had in life had died with his vampirism, long ago. “Next time I’ll fuck you with the mask on,” his voice lowers in pitch, darker as he winds his fingers with Wrench’s.
In a fluid movement, he seats himself on Wrench’s lap, one leg crossed over the other, still keeping his fingers entwined with the human’s. He decides at this point, words aren’t so important anymore, and shares a brief kiss with the hacker. He trails his lips down, nipping playfully at his jaw, going further still to the tech savvy nerd’s neck. It’s there that he runs his tongue along the flesh there, tasting the lust there, the salt of sweat, and that curious blood perfume. That seductive swipe of his tongue is followed by the sharp pain of his fangs as Dante bites down hard, sucking blood into his mouth and swallowing it in a great mouthful.
“Don’t scream, you’ll ruin the moment,” he manages to pull his mouth away, running his tongue over the puncture wounds, savoring the metallic sweetness that soothed the thirst burning in the back of his mouth.
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