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[vonlichtundschatten-deactivated]

Iain stopped in his tracks as the stranger offered his help and turned back to him, tilting his head to the side a bit. The distrust was clear on his face but as he tought about it, the Hare thought that two people might find Sean faster than just he alone so he gave a small nod. “Alright, you can help. Name’s Iain.” He didn’t offer a hand to shake since he didn’t like contact with others.

[mymindisanorphanage]

         Was he to hold his hand out? Offer a shake, or whatever? That was what he normally woud have done, but this man was rather... well, abnormal. And Kegan did definitely want to keep his fingers."Y'can call me Kegan," He said, returning the nod and pairing it with a rather shortlived smile. You would think someone with such experienced in the field of bullshitting customers would be able to keep it up longer...

[vonlichtundschatten-deactivated]

At the other man’s answer Iain let out a slightly nerved sigh before placing his hands in his pockets and shook his head a bit. “Not really. Sean usually not the type for that but I still had to try.” Iain shifted on his feet a bit before he made a move to turn around “Well anyways, thanks for the information…”

[mymindisanorphanage]

        And as soon as his distraction had come, he was gone again. While normally he wouldn't have been quite so willing to leave his post, he'd already had enough customers to make his quota. He was supposed to have left nearly thirty minutes ago, anyway. "I could help, if you need. I don't know how much good I'd do, really, but I could help... My boss, he knows a  lot of people and I guess I do too..."

[vonlichtundschatten-deactivated]

Iain looked at the other man for a moment  seeing that he was uncomfortable at the Hare’s words and usually he didn’t really care - he didn’t this time either - but even so he said “Well as long as you keep your hands to yourself, then nothing will happen to you, are we clear? …The person I’m looking for is called Sean. He is about 5 feet 9 inches, has dark hair and dark eyes.”

[mymindisanorphanage]

        "Yes, of course." It wasn't as if he really wanted to be touching him anyway. Being out and working? That was just above starving for Kegan. In complete honesty, despite the rather harsh tone of the stranger, he was more than happy to be helping to find someone, rather than helping to uh... get someone off. Unfortunately, the description was rather vague. He got too many customers in a night to keep track of how tall they were, and in the darkness of some random car or a darkened hotel room, dark hair and dark eyes were just another blur.

       "I'm... Sorry, I don't know that I remember him. Are you sure he would be the sort to be going to places like this?"

[vonlichtundschatten-deactivated]

"I’m looking for someone."

"…I don’t care for such services so keep your hands to yourself or I might break your fingers."

[mymindisanorphanage]

      Kegan felt his heart drop to his stomach. Usually when people said things like that--negative things about his job--it meant danger.

         "Oh--I apologize, sir, I didn't mean to assume... Who are you looking for? I might be able to help..." Hopefully that would put him on the stranger's good side...

[mymindisanorphanage]

      "Something I can help you with?"

              "I don't do anything hardcore, but I'm sure I can be of satisfaction..."

[mymindisanorphanage]

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[mymindisanorphanage]

+5

[notanordinaryfairy]

If they were friends and had a firm foundation of trust and mutual respect already established, she wouldn’t have hesitated to firmly tell him that he deserved better than that life, and that she would help him find it. But they hardly knew each other, and so that fleeting urge to speak up was quickly stifled. 

Instead, she simply let out a soft sigh, wishing she could find another way to be more helpful.

"Do you have people close to you?" She was concerned, for some reason, that he might be rather alone, and that certainly wouldn’t help if any trouble arose from what he did for a living. 

[mymindisanorphanage]

    "Uhh--no." It was almost humorous to him, the question, and it showed in the sighed out laugh he tried to lighten the answer with. "I haven't had anyone for awhile. I mean, I've got friends of course. I'm not completely alone or anything, but I don't talk to my family and my fiance," Oh jesus maybe he shouldn't have even mentioned her...

     "I mean ex--I haven't talked to her in a long time." Ten months ago. Was he really still thinking of her? That was pathetic, wasn't it? "That's when I got into the business, I lost her and I lost my job." Well, that tossed trying not to sound pathetic out of the window.

[vague-fox]

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[occasionallymadhatter-deactivat]

"Of course you did ’not’. …That is why I caught you doing so, right?” Jefferson asked, giving the other man a look that said he wasn’t being fooled.

[mymindisanorphanage]

     "Did I have to object in my hands? No. I was looking at it." He set his hands at his hips briefly, but changed his mind and shifted to cross his arms instead. It made him look more sure of himself, he thought. "You can't blame me for being interested."

[mymindisanorphanage]

+3

[southernbloods]

         [ A soft growl escaped the Major’s lips, even as they were taken by the other male’s. ]

               ”You would do well to realize who you were kissing..”

[mymindisanorphanage]

     "Hm. Normally people would be more pleased with someone like me kissing them.

      [ meaning something along the lines of 'a hot piece of ass'.]

                     [ narcissism, narcissism. ]

[mymindisanorphanage]

       "I wasn't stealing anything."

[spectatorsalwaysstayinglow-blog]

"By Valentine’s?" Well… that was a while away. Ish. Besides, now that she actually had someone to be with on Valentine’s…maybe it wouldn’t hurt to finally see what all the fuss was about or not. “You’re on. I’ll be laid by Valentine’s.” she said. “Hey, I ask.” She shrugged. “But I don’t listen to what your answer is—so I assume it’s always yes—and take the money anyways. But I do ask.”

[mymindisanorphanage]

       "Honey, do you know how much shit I stole from my dad? If he knew he'd probably have me locked up. Last time I checked it was... around five hundred thousand. In secret, that is." And that was at least six years ago, when it actually mattered what he took. His father had long since stopped caring (or at least stopped lecturing him) about the use of his 'inheritance'. 

[spectatorsalwaysstayinglow-blog]

||Finn & Caleb

[spectatorsalwaysstayinglow-blog]

Watching the guy enter, Caleb suppressed a laugh when he nearly lost his keys. It’d have been funnier if they had went flying. Oh, well. Still pretty amusing. 

 ”Great!” Well, maybe not great for the poor guy with him, but for himself it was more than great—it was something to do. “Ah, could be a number of minor things if it was just barely starting.” He was listing off the things it could have been as he walked from behind the counter and gestured for the client to follow him out. “Could be the battery being shitty, could be your oil, could be something wonky going on with your engine or transmission. Could be minor or major.”

[mymindisanorphanage]

     "I don't really have any idea... I'm not really into cars, y'know?? Oh--uh--that's probably a bad thing to say to someone who works in a car garage. Sorry." He glanced away, shamefaced but still wide-eyed. He rubbed at the red-tinted circles round his eyes and hoped he didn't look all too conspicuous. He'd used up the rest of that little bag--the one he'd promised he could pay for two weeks before. Finn could feel his heart racing but goddamn it felt good. It was so worth all of the paranoia.

        "Just um--do... whatever you do. I can pay for it." Had his inner self had some physical persona, its head would be slamming onto the hard-topped counter beside Finn's keys. 

[spectatorsalwaysstayinglow-blog]

||Finn & Caleb

    “Oh, hello,” greeted Caleb when a man—well, he kind of looked like a boy, maybe he was, who knew?—came into the shop. 

  “I’m assuming you’ve got a car needing fixin’ up. Right?” He hoped he was right. He hated kicking people out of soliciting. 

[mymindisanorphanage]

     Finnley twirled his keys on one finger and, when they inevitably left his butterfingers, he desperately jerked forward to catch them. Success. Embarrassing, but whatever. Maybe the guy didn't see...

           "Uhh--yeah!" He said quickly, setting the ring-bound keys on the countertop closest to him. "It's parked outside... I don't really know what's wrong with it but it--uh--barely even started up to get it here so... I dunno."

[spectatorsalwaysstayinglow-blog]

    She grinned at him, taking a drink from the glass. Oh, god. It was awful. What the fuck was it? Flavored vodka? It was shit. But she would drink it purely out of spite. “You serious? Because, I would love to see you learn how to sew.”

[mymindisanorphanage]

           "Yeah--I'll tell you what, Lulu. You lose your virginity by Valentine's Day and I'll learn how to sew like goddamn Viktor Luna." Of course, he didn't find this to be a particularly worrying bet. Ella talked a lot, but talk was fucking cheap and he had no doubt that she'd be wimping out. "I'd through in some cash too but you just steal that, don't you?"

[ofteaandmagicmoved]

"See was that so hard? Mellie, Mellie Krump, though just Mellie will do." It was obvious that he was more than stressed out and it bothered her. "Its fine, its fine. Anythin’ I can do?" 

[mymindisanorphanage]

       "Nice to meet you, Mellie..." He smiled, though the look on his face could only be described as weary. "I don't think you could. You're a stranger anyway--uh--I couldn't... ask for something from you."

[mymindisanorphanage]

+5

[notanordinaryfairy]

"I suppose," she nodded in agreement. Though, her eyes were still fixated on the bandages, because she didn’t quite believe him. She wondered what he’d done, and if it had been an accident, or something worse. 

"Would you really just want a desk job, if you could leave?"

[mymindisanorphanage]

      "If I could. But it's complicated and I don't know if I could afford a lesser income..." Not that it wouldn't be worth it. But what people said was entirely true--the money was amazing motivation. When he stopped being able to pay for his flat or the drinks or whatever else he'd been able to purchase for the first time, his devotion to a 'normal' job would surely fade.