good old-fashioned lover boy

#Princess Diaries #gif #how long as this been in my drafts

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#I SUMMONED HIM

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#I shall offer you my first born and vanquish you from this plane#Either that or I can offer you my brother

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#I SUMMONED HIM

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#mindreadingbutler

guidedbyagod

The blind man grunted, moving his other hand to Steely Dan’s face, his fingers moving carefully over his skin. It was bothersome, but it didn’t seem too affectionate. N’Doul could only ask himself what was wrong with the other stand user’s eyebrows when he reached them with his left hand…

"A kiss? That’s really all you want?” He narrowed his eyes, a bit suspicious of the request before smiling wide. “I could give you something better, you know? Something I think you’ll like more… “

#guidedbyagod #v: original flavor #touc h the tiddty ndoul #big anime tiddy

Was he hesitating over Steely's eyebrows? The fuck did that mean? Pouting slightly, it was the lover boy's turn to be suspicious.

"Something I'll like more? What could I like more than a kiss from you?" His tone dripped poison honey; his smirk returned, and he reached up to put one hand over N'Doul's. "Unless, of course, you're that drunk, and thinking what I think you're thinking." Leading N'Doul's hand, he gently moved the blind man's fingertips to trace the lines of his neck, down to his exposed chest.

unexpected visitor

"I haven’t even been drinking that much." he lied, rolling his eyes at the hypocrisy. Jotaro finished off the last of the second fajita before laying back in bed. "Besides, I actually needed to take these.” he added in with a sideways glance towards Steely.

#unexpected visitor #returntothefadedsea

Steely laid his head back, making a satisfied sound. "What, you think I don't need these? Living in constant aches and pains doesn't qualify me to need these?" He laughed a bit, then took another swig from his beer. The lover boy needed to remind himself he wasn't bitter; he'd deserved what he got. Even he could admit to that.

"You don't have the right to judge me, not when you're drinking yourself stupid. You should honestly just try weed instead, less destructive and just as mind-numbing."

unexpected visitor

He might have allowed him to stay, but he still didn’t really want to talk much. Jotaro went for his pills and, magically enough, to get himself a glass of water instead of booze to wash them down. His psychiatrist was probably shedding a proud tear somewhere.

Once finished with them, he went back to the bed and his other fajita. “Don’t look too much into it.” he waved him off before biting into the meaty goodness, already hard at work to soak up the liquid in his stomach. Hell, it was even helping fend off those thoughts… or was it the medicine? Whatever.

Steely leaned back in his seat, watching Jotaro go for water instead of booze. Having a drink or two wouldn't be all that bad about now... "Don't look too much into it? Hmph, all right." The lover boy waved a hand and pouted slightly. "Here I thought we were making progress, or something."

Getting up, he decided to search the room's mini fridge. "Can I have one of your beers?" he asked, grabbing the beverage before Jotaro could respond. "Y'know, mixing pills an alcohol isn't really a good idea." In a stunning display of hypocrisy, he then sat down with his beer, grabbed his own pills from his bag, and swallowed two.

unexpected visitor

He stayed silent as the other man stood and moved to leave, reminded again just how much they had changed over the years. His eyes wandered over to the nightstand covered in pill bottles.

"Just…" he stopped himself, not even sure what he was asking. He sighed. "Just stay here, you can go home in the morning. This ares of town gets dangerous at night." he actually didn’t know that, but it sounded like a good excuse to get Steely to stay.

#unexpected visitor #returntothefadedsea

Steely paused in his stride to the door. Did he hear that right? "...You sure?" He looked over his shoulder at Jotaro, trying not to seem as surprised as he was. "I mean, I can... all right." Why was he even going to argue against this?

Finding a seat in the hotel's couch, he crossed one leg over the other and set his cane aside. "...It's weird, talking to you casually," he said at length, looking down at the floor. "I didn't have anything personal against you or your friends, back then. I was just being paid to do something I enjoyed. And now, it's like... you're one of the only people I ever left alive, who ever beat me. I don't normally talk to my targets after I'm done with them." Oh, geez, why was he saying this? "It's just weird to talk to you like a peer."

unexpected visitor

His hand rubbed at the wrapping on his other arm, more nervously than anything. He cleaned and bound them, he stitched what needed to, he was fine. He didn’t need a doctor, he was fine. “I took care of them, ok? I told you already to stop talking, stop wanting shit from me!” He wanted to be left alone. If he was alone, people would stop getting hurt. The alcohol numb the guilt. The cigarettes would drown out the pain. It would be fine. Everything would be fine.

Steely Dan fell silent. He stared pointedly at the wall, trying to avoid Jotaro's gaze. "...Kujo," he said at length, turning to finally face his old enemy again. "I don't want anything from you." He stood up with some effort, grabbing his cane and leaning on it. Damn, his old injuries were acting up again... aches and pains he tried to ignore. "I'll tell me supervisor... something. I don't know. But if you want me to keep the Stand user a secret, I will."

Gathering his bag, the lover boy checked his watch. "Shit, it's late." The buses had probably stopped running. He'd have to walk back to his hotel, or get a room here instead.

unexpected visitor

All the questioning was getting him even more agitated, leading to pissing him off even more. “Stop talking so much, shut up!” he growled at him. There it was, that drowning feeling again welling in the pit of his stomach, the same one he tried to bury under all the alcohol. It wasn’t his fault people died. He just needed to keep telling himself that. “Just… just fucking shut up, please…”

"Or what, you're gonna hit me? Doesn't scare me anymore, Kujo. You hit me plenty back in Egypt." Steely Dan watched him carefully, narrowing his eyes. "...Fine. I won't ask about the Stand user any more. I'll leave that alone, let my supervisor handle it. But you have to tell me you'll get your injuries looked at!" The lover boy frowned, looking away from Jotaro and messing with the ends of his sleeves. "I don't care or anything, really. I just don't want to get in trouble if you end up dying from infection or something stupid like that."

unexpected visitor

He shook his head. “I wasn’t tracking him. Hell, I wasn’t tracking anyone.” Jotaro finished his food in one more bite, side-eyeing the bag in hopes of getting more. “He just found me… I was literally just out taking some notes for a research paper when he approached me.” The stand user’s hand clenched as he thought back to the incident.

"He could control water, but it wasn’t… right. It happened so quickly and I didn’t even get a good grasp of what it could do, all I knew was that he was gonna kill me and my-" he stopped mid sentence, eyes narrowing. "He broke his neck in the struggle, that’s it. So go and report it and leave me alone."

Noticing where Jotaro's eyes were going, Steely pulled another treat from the bag and pushed it over to him. "...hm..." He listened to Jotaro talk, mulling it over in his head as he finished off his own burrito. This was worrying. More worrying than Jotaro probably thought.

"So a random Stand user just happened to find you and threaten you... and your... what?" The lover boy didn't have much tact, just wanting the truth. "I'm not leaving yet, Kujo. I have to make sure you're actually going to be okay. You're drunk and injured and just... ugh. If you die or get even more hurt, I'm gonna be blamed! So at least tell me you're going to get those injuries checked out...? Or, hell, let me look at them."

unexpected visitor

He grabbed the burrito maybe a bit too quickly, unwrapping it only to find it was actually a fajita. It was like staring into the face of god, Jotaro biting right in with a satisfied groan. Drinking always turned him into a desperate fat kid.

He took another bite. “I don’t…” he gulped. “Wanna be around people right now. Fuck that.” Thanks, Steely. Ruining good food with shitty conversation. “It doesn’t matter if that guy died or not, I don’t care about that.”

Steely practically lost his hand as Jotaro grabbed the food, staring at him with wide eyes. Good lord, it was like feeding a hungry dog. "God! How drunk are you?" he asked, rolling his eyes. Though... he was kind of cute, ripping into that fajita like that.

"So, you tracked the guy down, and he somehow managed to kill himself?" The lover boy took a seat on the far end of the bed, biting into a burrito of his own. "That's the story you're going with? I don't care either way, I just need to know what to tell my supervisor. Why were you tracking him? Was he just a rogue Stand user?"

magneticcurse-blog

When have I ever actually focused on working when there’s a party to be had. All work and no play makes Mariah a very tired and cranky designer, liable to throwing shit at interns.

You throw shit at your interns? What did they ever do to deserve that? Instead of throwing shit at them, send a few my way. I could use an afternoon snack or two.

#magneticcurse

magneticcurse-blog

Let’s just say that It was a spur of the moment trip. I was actually supposed to be working but ended up partying. I’m crunching right now of a few deadlines to say the least.