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are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

“I haven’t? I guess it never came up until now. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

"I'd be a hypocrite if it did. I have Insectavora after all." Chance shrugs.

“Right. How is she, by the way?”

What seems to be hesitance flashes across his face — brief and near imperceptible, but lingering behind his dark eyes all the same. Chance shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, you know how it is. She's recently taken up an adorable habit of setting small fires to things when she's displeased with me."

Chance lets out a soft, fond chuckle, shaking his head.

"Crazy girl. Wonder where she got that from — her father must be a complete basket case."

"All young ladies do that, don't worry."

Chance is incredibly lucky that Vivian also has many issues. But maybe Viv can play off what she just said as a joke.

"Well, I'm sure it's of no concern. She's a darling, really."

Is there something odd about this conversation? Chance wouldn't have noticed.

"Enough about me — you wanted plans. We'll make the most of the time we had. I'll entertain any idea you throw my way, darling!"

He pauses.

"Saturday is off-limits, though. Big show night. I'm sure you understand."

"I know. I'll still be there though, got the free drink card after all. Haha."

After that, she cleared her throat.

"I'm free Friday night, if you want to check out Dorsia. Or we could go see a movie, they've got some Studio Ghibli event going on. Might be corny, but I love that shit."

"...what is Studio Ghibli, exactly?"

...

What?!

"It's a Japanese studio. They're kinda famous for their fantasy films. It's not a big deal though."

She says with a smile, her eyebrow twitching as she tried to stop her hands from clenching.

"Ah, yes! I believe I know that one."

No, Chance fucking doesn't.

But lying through his teeth makes him lose absolutely none of his composure. Not noticing the subtle change in her expression — or perhaps, paying no mind to it — Chance takes one of Viv's hands in his, flashing that usual, pretty and practiced grin.

"That sounds like a riveting time. And I haven't seen a movie in a while... why don't we?"

"Great, I'll order the tickets. Any in particular you look forward to?"

She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Despite that, she still eyed him suspiciously.

"Honestly, how could you ask me something like that? You know I couldn't try to choose if I desired — too many good ones. ...What about you?"

"Howl's Moving Castle. It's got Christian Bale as the male lead. I love it, and I'm sure you will too."

She answered almost immediately. Seems like her desire for control overpowered her skepticism of Chance being a performative enjoyer of the arts.

#cards dealt.#// to prev tags: NO WORRIES AT ALL AHFUWHFUWH

He nods with a few (slightly overenthusiastic) nods. His blond curls bounce as he agrees, quick to do anything to escape the potential ire of the new fascination, taking wonderful form in the woman in front of him.

Letting her pull the strings a little was hardly a concern to Chance — especially if it let him get away with his less than stellar job at posturing.

"Not a bit of doubt in you at all, dearest. Sounds perfect."

hispanicnothispeace

does anyone know how to stop desire from being the root of all suffering

Life is a never-ending show, old sport

Except the minor detail that it ends

Old sport — that's a new one.

You're correct, but you've lost me with the second part — I'm in no mood to get existential right now. A personal principle of mine is to think very little of death. For the time being, we're alive! Which makes what's to follow none of our business.

I find that it helps the show go on a lot smoother.

#cards dealt #dc rp #dc roleplay #dc ask blog #dc oc #dc oc blog #dc oc rp #dc oc roleplay #// the overture's a LIFETIME. but the show is short!

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maxxie-or-smth

i am an unreliable narrator both because i do not remember and also i love to lie

#ooc

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

“I haven’t? I guess it never came up until now. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

"I'd be a hypocrite if it did. I have Insectavora after all." Chance shrugs.

“Right. How is she, by the way?”

What seems to be hesitance flashes across his face — brief and near imperceptible, but lingering behind his dark eyes all the same. Chance shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, you know how it is. She's recently taken up an adorable habit of setting small fires to things when she's displeased with me."

Chance lets out a soft, fond chuckle, shaking his head.

"Crazy girl. Wonder where she got that from — her father must be a complete basket case."

"All young ladies do that, don't worry."

Chance is incredibly lucky that Vivian also has many issues. But maybe Viv can play off what she just said as a joke.

"Well, I'm sure it's of no concern. She's a darling, really."

Is there something odd about this conversation? Chance wouldn't have noticed.

"Enough about me — you wanted plans. We'll make the most of the time we had. I'll entertain any idea you throw my way, darling!"

He pauses.

"Saturday is off-limits, though. Big show night. I'm sure you understand."

"I know. I'll still be there though, got the free drink card after all. Haha."

After that, she cleared her throat.

"I'm free Friday night, if you want to check out Dorsia. Or we could go see a movie, they've got some Studio Ghibli event going on. Might be corny, but I love that shit."

"...what is Studio Ghibli, exactly?"

...

What?!

"It's a Japanese studio. They're kinda famous for their fantasy films. It's not a big deal though."

She says with a smile, her eyebrow twitching as she tried to stop her hands from clenching.

"Ah, yes! I believe I know that one."

No, Chance fucking doesn't.

But lying through his teeth makes him lose absolutely none of his composure. Not noticing the subtle change in her expression — or perhaps, paying no mind to it — Chance takes one of Viv's hands in his, flashing that usual, pretty and practiced grin.

"That sounds like a riveting time. And I haven't seen a movie in a while... why don't we?"

"Great, I'll order the tickets. Any in particular you look forward to?"

She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Despite that, she still eyed him suspiciously.

"Honestly, how could you ask me something like that? You know I couldn't try to choose if I desired — too many good ones. ...What about you?"

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

“I haven’t? I guess it never came up until now. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

"I'd be a hypocrite if it did. I have Insectavora after all." Chance shrugs.

“Right. How is she, by the way?”

What seems to be hesitance flashes across his face — brief and near imperceptible, but lingering behind his dark eyes all the same. Chance shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, you know how it is. She's recently taken up an adorable habit of setting small fires to things when she's displeased with me."

Chance lets out a soft, fond chuckle, shaking his head.

"Crazy girl. Wonder where she got that from — her father must be a complete basket case."

"All young ladies do that, don't worry."

Chance is incredibly lucky that Vivian also has many issues. But maybe Viv can play off what she just said as a joke.

"Well, I'm sure it's of no concern. She's a darling, really."

Is there something odd about this conversation? Chance wouldn't have noticed.

"Enough about me — you wanted plans. We'll make the most of the time we had. I'll entertain any idea you throw my way, darling!"

He pauses.

"Saturday is off-limits, though. Big show night. I'm sure you understand."

"I know. I'll still be there though, got the free drink card after all. Haha."

After that, she cleared her throat.

"I'm free Friday night, if you want to check out Dorsia. Or we could go see a movie, they've got some Studio Ghibli event going on. Might be corny, but I love that shit."

"...what is Studio Ghibli, exactly?"

...

What?!

"It's a Japanese studio. They're kinda famous for their fantasy films. It's not a big deal though."

She says with a smile, her eyebrow twitching as she tried to stop her hands from clenching.

"Ah, yes! I believe I know that one."

No, Chance fucking doesn't.

But lying through his teeth makes him lose absolutely none of his composure. Not noticing the subtle change in her expression — or perhaps, paying no mind to it — Chance takes one of Viv's hands in his, flashing that usual, pretty and practiced grin.

"That sounds like a riveting time. And I haven't seen a movie in a while... why don't we?"

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

“I haven’t? I guess it never came up until now. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

"I'd be a hypocrite if it did. I have Insectavora after all." Chance shrugs.

“Right. How is she, by the way?”

What seems to be hesitance flashes across his face — brief and near imperceptible, but lingering behind his dark eyes all the same. Chance shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, you know how it is. She's recently taken up an adorable habit of setting small fires to things when she's displeased with me."

Chance lets out a soft, fond chuckle, shaking his head.

"Crazy girl. Wonder where she got that from — her father must be a complete basket case."

"All young ladies do that, don't worry."

Chance is incredibly lucky that Vivian also has many issues. But maybe Viv can play off what she just said as a joke.

"Well, I'm sure it's of no concern. She's a darling, really."

Is there something odd about this conversation? Chance wouldn't have noticed.

"Enough about me — you wanted plans. We'll make the most of the time we had. I'll entertain any idea you throw my way, darling!"

He pauses.

"Saturday is off-limits, though. Big show night. I'm sure you understand."

"I know. I'll still be there though, got the free drink card after all. Haha."

After that, she cleared her throat.

"I'm free Friday night, if you want to check out Dorsia. Or we could go see a movie, they've got some Studio Ghibli event going on. Might be corny, but I love that shit."

"...what is Studio Ghibli, exactly?"

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

“I haven’t? I guess it never came up until now. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

"I'd be a hypocrite if it did. I have Insectavora after all." Chance shrugs.

“Right. How is she, by the way?”

What seems to be hesitance flashes across his face — brief and near imperceptible, but lingering behind his dark eyes all the same. Chance shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, you know how it is. She's recently taken up an adorable habit of setting small fires to things when she's displeased with me."

Chance lets out a soft, fond chuckle, shaking his head.

"Crazy girl. Wonder where she got that from — her father must be a complete basket case."

"All young ladies do that, don't worry."

Chance is incredibly lucky that Vivian also has many issues. But maybe Viv can play off what she just said as a joke.

"Well, I'm sure it's of no concern. She's a darling, really."

Is there something odd about this conversation? Chance wouldn't have noticed.

"Enough about me — you wanted plans. We'll make the most of the time we had. I'll entertain any idea you throw my way, darling!"

He pauses.

"Saturday is off-limits, though. Big show night. I'm sure you understand."

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Artwork made by polyhedric-dimension

#ooc

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

“I haven’t? I guess it never came up until now. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

"I'd be a hypocrite if it did. I have Insectavora after all." Chance shrugs.

“Right. How is she, by the way?”

What seems to be hesitance flashes across his face — brief and near imperceptible, but lingering behind his dark eyes all the same. Chance shrugs his shoulders.

"Oh, you know how it is. She's recently taken up an adorable habit of setting small fires to things when she's displeased with me."

Chance lets out a soft, fond chuckle, shaking his head.

"Crazy girl. Wonder where she got that from — her father must be a complete basket case."

#ooc #he's not a natural blond but let me breathe

milfmaekar

starting some kind of collection

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

“I haven’t? I guess it never came up until now. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

"I'd be a hypocrite if it did. I have Insectavora after all." Chance shrugs.

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

"Well, I know that, but no. It's the fact that you're still a bit of a mystery to me, showman. One that I intend on knowing thoroughly." She smiled at the pout and the useless fixing of pristine hair. She always found habits adorable, almost like seeing a little behind the mask one always wears. She adjusted her collar and cuffs, but not long enough to let hers slip.

"So, now that's been sealed. Where do we go next? We've got until my kids come back for spring break next week."

#cards dealt.#// i've been thinking abt her husband ever since u showed me that drawing. mainly cuz awooga. but let me chill.

That would most certainly sound like a threat from anyone else's mouth. In this moment, however, he finds himself charmed enough to not be shaken by the idea that Vivían truly wants to understand him. It's a point of pride for him in a way. At least for now — Chance isn't entirely convinced he'll still love the idea if she begins to succeed. Losing intrigue? Nightmarish.

"That gives us plenty of time." His reply is casual, enough to make it seem like he hadn't just noted that detail down in his mind... but one of his eyebrows twitch upward ever so slightly.

The feigned disinterest is broken after a pause — he can't help but adding,

"I don't believe you've mentioned having children before."

A more functional, grounded part of Chance's mind wonders whether to ask about any other family.

are you bi

Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.

Chance doesn't think about what this is beyond a kiss. A new beginning for something interesting, that was for sure — useful. Just when things were starting to get boring around here...

While he doesn't exactly expect for the kiss to be so prolonged, he certainly doesn't complain. He keeps it going as long as he can — and, thankfully, is blessed with the ability of doing this well — before breaking away, just enough for air.

He chuckles softly as he opens his eyes again. The hand that had been cupping her cheek moves to gently tuck a few strands of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

"You," Chance says softly, pressing a quick peck to Viv's lips again before creating more distance, "just keep surprising me."

His dark eyes gives her a quick once over, the smile on his lips forming again in that practiced, abnormally perfected way of his.

"You're good at that."

“That’s what I do. Could say the same about you, Chance. Didn’t expect you to indulge me so quickly.”

She said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, which immediately disappeared as the last sentence began. Can’t get too clingy, or else the man will disappear faster than a ball under the cup.

She reluctantly let him go, letting him return to his full height. She tried to straighten herself up a bit as well, she has an image, you know.

There wasn’t much for her to say after that. Not unless he had something. If not, he’d leave, for he had his fun. Her heart cried out in pain from the mere idea of being discarded, even if only for a moment.

#cards dealt.#// they’re so normal #// <- the NORMALEST...

"Well, it's not bad that I did, is it? Did you want me to play hard to get?" The question is asked with a pout — purely faux innocence. There's a flicker of something mischivous in his gaze giving him away entirely. But he's not trying to convince either of them right now.

"I do aim to please."

He lets the words hang in the air, now preoccupying himself with fixing his hair, as if nothing had really happened at all. Given that there's hardly a loose golden curl in sight, it seems that the action is more habitual than practical.

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Does a dog bark? Does a performer yearn for the stage? Does my cabaret crave it's beloved audience?

But the real question, sweetheart: why? Are you interested?

”Maybe.”

"Oh! Unexpected, I will admit. Well, you have your information now. Gonna do something with it?"

“Do you want me to do something with it? Because I have a few… ideas…”

"You know, in complete honestly, I can't exactly gauge whether this is supposed to be threatening or inviting."

...

"Either way, please! Carry on as you wish — I'm all ears for you, partner."

“I want to deepen our business relations, chance. I know it’s a risky gamble this early on, but we’re kindred spirits, I can tell.”

…

“You’re catching my drift, right? I despise repeating myself.”

"Following every word, sweetheart. And I can't say that I don't agree! I think it'd be good for both of us. You're full of good ideas, aren't you?"

“That I am, showman! So, let’s seal the deal!”

"You've got me convinced! Sure."

”Okay, for starters, you need to crouch down a bit. I want to do something.”

"Demanding me around already? No "please?" Darling," He laughs, cooperating in spite of his words, "you're bossy."

He lowers himself slightly, now just about eye level with her. Chance flashes her a grin.

"Now, what's on that lovely mind of yours?"

She gently grabbed him by the shoulder, her off hand grazing and gently resting on the side of his face. Her smug face inched closer ever so slightly, filled with a spark more genuine than usual.

“I was thinking of starting things off like this.”

She closed her eyes yet paused before moving any closer. In her mind, a kiss had a lot in common with a proposition: it’s best to meet in the middle.

"Not just bossy, hm? So bold too," he mutters, tilting his head slightly, "But I guess it's what makes you fun."

Chance takes his time to move closer, his half-lidded gaze appreciatively flitting over her features. She's beautiful, undeniably so, and his weakness for all things beautiful just can't be denied.

His hand moves to mirror her action, cupping the side of her face gently.

"Great ideas from you — as always."

With that, he closes the distance between their lips with a firm kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

What she felt in her chest, she hadn’t in years. That spark, that thrill of new love. If you could even call this love, she wanted to play it more like mere passion until it was certain.

Despite that, she didn’t want to step away, even when it began to slow down. She’d clench her grip, step closer, tilt forward and this way, anything to keep it going. They always say the higher you are, the harder you fall. Perhaps that applies to this too.