“Pass it down from kid to kid, the chain will never end.”

⬆️ the family jewels lyrics!!!! ⬆️ an askblog for my sona from the future because of course i made another askblog...... (PFP BY @disconnectedkid!!!!!)

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to the new and improved Benny Bazfenders Pizzeria!”

EHEHEHH!!!!! ANOTHER ONE!!!!!! main is @themostsanebug !!!!!

Are asks open?

MHM!!!!

✎ᝰ.

Info

this is a future version of my sona !!!! you may still refer to him as william but maybe for the ease of. things. refer to him as chip!!!!

only use he/him pronouns on this one!!!!

he is 5’9!!!! any other heights ive mentioned have been changed. ive made him taller because yeahg.

hes also a trans man!!!! hes polyamorous, recipromantic, cupiosexual and omnisexual as well!!!!!

he runs a his own pizzeria as you have gathered. changed the good old freddy fazbenders name to benny bazfenders due to legal issues.

him seeing steven as a dad still is actually why he is running his own restaurant now.

he is roughly 29 years old. maybe a bit older.

i may answer some asks with drawings!!!!! others will just be regular old roleplay responses!!!!

✎ᝰ.

Rules

roleplaying is heavily encouraged!

other character interactions and ocs are all welcome here!

no nsfw/heavily violent asks, ill simply delete the ask and maybe block you.

basic dni (no zoos/maps/etc.)

no venting in the askbox, i cant handle my own problems let alone someone elses!

no spamming the same ask over and over either!

i am free to delete whatever asks i please. keep that in mind.

suggestive/romantic asks are fine on this blog due to this not really being how i see myself. sure its a VERSION of my sona, but this one is an adult/future version that i cant imagine myself as in the future so. i pray that makes sense. youre free to flirt if you want is what im saying.

[ringingfromthefuture]

IM HERE AN I HAVE A MILLION BILLION IDEAS!!!! These guys make me ill and i think about them a lot. I already yapped a bunch in my post but im here to yap more :3!!

YAYAYAYAYyy!!!!!!!! CHEERS LOUD! GET YOUR YAPPAGE GOING. MY LISTENJNGEARS ARE ON

[disconnectedkid]

YYAY OKAY SO!!! I think their meeting would be a loy more pathetic on Wines end (drunkenly passing out at chips location and waking up with basically no memory of how it got there) and i think they would have a much slower burn realistically. Sorta "mutually beneficial arrangement to friends to lovers" type deal.

Wine would have to work at chips location, obviously, and would probably have to get somewhat sober in order to work a proper job, which is good (yay overcoming alcoholism!!)

i do think that they would both live in the location together (if I remember correctly chip lived in the location??) and that would be cute. Idk "there was only one bed" or smth.

also i think Wine would probably get an outfit upgrade at some point. The closest style to what i imagine for it is Misa from death note? Although i imagine itd be a little bit more androgynous .

also i think Wines definitely murdered someone (on accident) and i think it feels immense guilt abt it! Idk i wanted a little bit of the classic vampire angst

[ringingfromthefuture]

SLOW BURN SLOW BURN SLOW BURN YAAAAAY LETS GO SLOW BURN! i agree tho. they went so fast the last two times (heh. forsaken ref) i feel like their dynamic at first would be "im doing you a solid out of pity. but youre not an AWFUL person" on both ends maybe. i dont know

YEAH REAL AND TRUE. i feel like chip would actually. outright tell wine it was drinking too much to actually hold the job he was offering. i love you chip and your bluntness

AND YES THEY WOULD! tho to make that make sense im just gonna say chips establishment is like those. weird resorts. yknow the ones. his is themed after old diners (obviously) and all the rooms (minus his own and the employees) fit that theme as well! and LETS GO THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!

also! that sounds cool but unfortunately i dont. know who that is. chips outfit Rarely changes but when it does he looks VERY different! all the weird head paint comes off and suddenly hes in a hoodie and sweatpants. comfy man.

and ouh. ouh no wine. it okay chips in a similar boat they can hold hands abt it :)

[disconnectedkid]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT DYNAMIC FOR THEM!! Theyre so silly...<3 but yeah i rhink mutual pity is such a good way for them to start out..

AND YES CHIP SHOULD TELL IT TO STOP DRINKING!! I do intend for Wine to get fully sober by the end because. Yay!! Overcoming addictions!!

AND THATS SUCH A COOL IDEA?? Im imagining a bit of a larger location now which is super cool?? And also YAY YIPPE!! They're sharing a room :]

I don't actually know what the style is called but its kinda an overlap between emo and goth? I think Wine would get super into alt fashion <3 also chip in comfy clothes sounds super cute gahh

They can be sad together!! Yay!! <3

[ringingfromthefuture]

GLAD YOU LIKE IT YAY YIPPEE WAHOO! :D

YAAAAAAAY TO NO MORE ALCOHOLISM! congrats to wine Fivever.

AND IT IS A LARGER LOCATION NOW! im stealing the idea of a hotel (type situation) from terrence<3 he didnt deserve that cool idea<3 AND THEYRE SHARING A ROOM! why would they have to share a room? uh. lets just say chips location is Very popular and all the employees rooms and guests rooms are booked out. woops

OOOOOUUUH that sounds so awesome. alt wine...... chip would wear stuff like me if he didnt have to be professional all the time........

YAY!<3

[ringingfromthefuture]

IM HERE AN I HAVE A MILLION BILLION IDEAS!!!! These guys make me ill and i think about them a lot. I already yapped a bunch in my post but im here to yap more :3!!

YAYAYAYAYyy!!!!!!!! CHEERS LOUD! GET YOUR YAPPAGE GOING. MY LISTENJNGEARS ARE ON

[disconnectedkid]

YYAY OKAY SO!!! I think their meeting would be a loy more pathetic on Wines end (drunkenly passing out at chips location and waking up with basically no memory of how it got there) and i think they would have a much slower burn realistically. Sorta "mutually beneficial arrangement to friends to lovers" type deal.

Wine would have to work at chips location, obviously, and would probably have to get somewhat sober in order to work a proper job, which is good (yay overcoming alcoholism!!)

i do think that they would both live in the location together (if I remember correctly chip lived in the location??) and that would be cute. Idk "there was only one bed" or smth.

also i think Wine would probably get an outfit upgrade at some point. The closest style to what i imagine for it is Misa from death note? Although i imagine itd be a little bit more androgynous .

also i think Wines definitely murdered someone (on accident) and i think it feels immense guilt abt it! Idk i wanted a little bit of the classic vampire angst

[ringingfromthefuture]

SLOW BURN SLOW BURN SLOW BURN YAAAAAY LETS GO SLOW BURN! i agree tho. they went so fast the last two times (heh. forsaken ref) i feel like their dynamic at first would be "im doing you a solid out of pity. but youre not an AWFUL person" on both ends maybe. i dont know

YEAH REAL AND TRUE. i feel like chip would actually. outright tell wine it was drinking too much to actually hold the job he was offering. i love you chip and your bluntness

AND YES THEY WOULD! tho to make that make sense im just gonna say chips establishment is like those. weird resorts. yknow the ones. his is themed after old diners (obviously) and all the rooms (minus his own and the employees) fit that theme as well! and LETS GO THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!

also! that sounds cool but unfortunately i dont. know who that is. chips outfit Rarely changes but when it does he looks VERY different! all the weird head paint comes off and suddenly hes in a hoodie and sweatpants. comfy man.

and ouh. ouh no wine. it okay chips in a similar boat they can hold hands abt it :)

[ringingfromthefuture]

IM HERE AN I HAVE A MILLION BILLION IDEAS!!!! These guys make me ill and i think about them a lot. I already yapped a bunch in my post but im here to yap more :3!!

YAYAYAYAYyy!!!!!!!! CHEERS LOUD! GET YOUR YAPPAGE GOING. MY LISTENJNGEARS ARE ON

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“right- of course.”

*it whines as he pulls away*

“…Do you want me to do anything?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stay here for me? This is my first time I want— I want to do somethin’ nice for you in return. We can cuddle or soemthing when I get back.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”right- I can do that! Whatever you want, alright?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Whatever you want, actually.”

He says this with another spin of his dial before stepping out of the room to go grab their waters. It doesn’t take him long to come back either.

“Right, so, water, a few snacks.. I can grab a blanket from my room if you’d like?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”Wh- I- I mean- sure? I- If you wanna, I mean.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

AND HE’S BACK OUT AGAIN. He walks really fast for someone who just got down and dirty. He comes back with the blanket, collapses on the bean bag next to Wine, drapes the cloth over both of them, and pulls the other back to his chest.

“There. Cozy?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“I- yeah! I’m just-“

*it smiles, a little confused*

“I kinda thought you’d like- I dunno, kick me out after that?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

He laughs, dial spinning in amusement.

“No, of course not. You were kind enough to— Well, to be a rather good first time, and it’s common curtosey, really. Making sure your partner is in good condition before sending them off, making sure they’re comfy, all that jazz. Surely you understand?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“No- I get it! I’m just not used to it, y’know? It’s kinda.. new to me, all of this. I usually just kinda do what my partner wants and leave, which usually works, kinda.”

*it curls into him happily, like a cat*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm, well, that’s no good. We can’t have you feeling unappreciated.”

With that, Chip bonks the base of his head to the top of Wine’s. Kiss :)

“Can you drink some water for me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“so I- I take it you enjoyed that then? You don’t- y’know, regret doing something while drunk?”

*it takes the water and takes a tentative sip, sighing in relaxation*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Not in the slightest. I made the conscious choice to accept your offer, didn’t I?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“of course! I’m just- I just get worried, y’know? You’re so amazing, and I still- I don’t understand why you like me..”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“You’re sweet. Very sweet. And you’ve been cautious since your first entered the building. Call it ‘taking off the edge,’ if you will.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“right- of course.”

*it whines as he pulls away*

“…Do you want me to do anything?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stay here for me? This is my first time I want— I want to do somethin’ nice for you in return. We can cuddle or soemthing when I get back.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”right- I can do that! Whatever you want, alright?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Whatever you want, actually.”

He says this with another spin of his dial before stepping out of the room to go grab their waters. It doesn’t take him long to come back either.

“Right, so, water, a few snacks.. I can grab a blanket from my room if you’d like?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”Wh- I- I mean- sure? I- If you wanna, I mean.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

AND HE’S BACK OUT AGAIN. He walks really fast for someone who just got down and dirty. He comes back with the blanket, collapses on the bean bag next to Wine, drapes the cloth over both of them, and pulls the other back to his chest.

“There. Cozy?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“I- yeah! I’m just-“

*it smiles, a little confused*

“I kinda thought you’d like- I dunno, kick me out after that?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

He laughs, dial spinning in amusement.

“No, of course not. You were kind enough to— Well, to be a rather good first time, and it’s common curtosey, really. Making sure your partner is in good condition before sending them off, making sure they’re comfy, all that jazz. Surely you understand?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“No- I get it! I’m just not used to it, y’know? It’s kinda.. new to me, all of this. I usually just kinda do what my partner wants and leave, which usually works, kinda.”

*it curls into him happily, like a cat*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm, well, that’s no good. We can’t have you feeling unappreciated.”

With that, Chip bonks the base of his head to the top of Wine’s. Kiss :)

“Can you drink some water for me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“so I- I take it you enjoyed that then? You don’t- y’know, regret doing something while drunk?”

*it takes the water and takes a tentative sip, sighing in relaxation*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Not in the slightest. I made the conscious choice to accept your offer, didn’t I?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“right- of course.”

*it whines as he pulls away*

“…Do you want me to do anything?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stay here for me? This is my first time I want— I want to do somethin’ nice for you in return. We can cuddle or soemthing when I get back.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”right- I can do that! Whatever you want, alright?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Whatever you want, actually.”

He says this with another spin of his dial before stepping out of the room to go grab their waters. It doesn’t take him long to come back either.

“Right, so, water, a few snacks.. I can grab a blanket from my room if you’d like?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”Wh- I- I mean- sure? I- If you wanna, I mean.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

AND HE’S BACK OUT AGAIN. He walks really fast for someone who just got down and dirty. He comes back with the blanket, collapses on the bean bag next to Wine, drapes the cloth over both of them, and pulls the other back to his chest.

“There. Cozy?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“I- yeah! I’m just-“

*it smiles, a little confused*

“I kinda thought you’d like- I dunno, kick me out after that?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

He laughs, dial spinning in amusement.

“No, of course not. You were kind enough to— Well, to be a rather good first time, and it’s common curtosey, really. Making sure your partner is in good condition before sending them off, making sure they’re comfy, all that jazz. Surely you understand?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“No- I get it! I’m just not used to it, y’know? It’s kinda.. new to me, all of this. I usually just kinda do what my partner wants and leave, which usually works, kinda.”

*it curls into him happily, like a cat*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm, well, that’s no good. We can’t have you feeling unappreciated.”

With that, Chip bonks the base of his head to the top of Wine’s. Kiss :)

“Can you drink some water for me?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“right- of course.”

*it whines as he pulls away*

“…Do you want me to do anything?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stay here for me? This is my first time I want— I want to do somethin’ nice for you in return. We can cuddle or soemthing when I get back.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”right- I can do that! Whatever you want, alright?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Whatever you want, actually.”

He says this with another spin of his dial before stepping out of the room to go grab their waters. It doesn’t take him long to come back either.

“Right, so, water, a few snacks.. I can grab a blanket from my room if you’d like?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”Wh- I- I mean- sure? I- If you wanna, I mean.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

AND HE’S BACK OUT AGAIN. He walks really fast for someone who just got down and dirty. He comes back with the blanket, collapses on the bean bag next to Wine, drapes the cloth over both of them, and pulls the other back to his chest.

“There. Cozy?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“I- yeah! I’m just-“

*it smiles, a little confused*

“I kinda thought you’d like- I dunno, kick me out after that?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

He laughs, dial spinning in amusement.

“No, of course not. You were kind enough to— Well, to be a rather good first time, and it’s common curtosey, really. Making sure your partner is in good condition before sending them off, making sure they’re comfy, all that jazz. Surely you understand?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“right- of course.”

*it whines as he pulls away*

“…Do you want me to do anything?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stay here for me? This is my first time I want— I want to do somethin’ nice for you in return. We can cuddle or soemthing when I get back.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”right- I can do that! Whatever you want, alright?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Whatever you want, actually.”

He says this with another spin of his dial before stepping out of the room to go grab their waters. It doesn’t take him long to come back either.

“Right, so, water, a few snacks.. I can grab a blanket from my room if you’d like?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”Wh- I- I mean- sure? I- If you wanna, I mean.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

AND HE’S BACK OUT AGAIN. He walks really fast for someone who just got down and dirty. He comes back with the blanket, collapses on the bean bag next to Wine, drapes the cloth over both of them, and pulls the other back to his chest.

“There. Cozy?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“right- of course.”

*it whines as he pulls away*

“…Do you want me to do anything?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stay here for me? This is my first time I want— I want to do somethin’ nice for you in return. We can cuddle or soemthing when I get back.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

”right- I can do that! Whatever you want, alright?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Whatever you want, actually.”

He says this with another spin of his dial before stepping out of the room to go grab their waters. It doesn’t take him long to come back either.

“Right, so, water, a few snacks.. I can grab a blanket from my room if you’d like?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

“right- of course.”

*it whines as he pulls away*

“…Do you want me to do anything?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stay here for me? This is my first time I want— I want to do somethin’ nice for you in return. We can cuddle or soemthing when I get back.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

*damn… the freaks… ANYWAYS!! Wines very sleepy, and has currently draped itself across chip.*

“Mmm… fuck, my head hurts..”

-🍷

“Mm.. I second that. Though—”

Chip groans as he partially sits up. Only partially.

“I’m going to get us water. Alright?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

hey! Uh-

this is fazbenders, correct?

*there is a strange customer standing there. It had grey-ish skin, is wearing heart shaped sunglasses, a pink bathrobe, and has two small wings folded next to it’s head*

-🍷

“That would be us! Wonderful of you to choose our establishment today! Do you have questions, comments, or otherwise?”

The manager adjusts the glasses that sit at the base of his phone to be just a tad closer to his dial. His tail is lowered to the ground and he leans on a cane as he speaks.

@ask-wine-the-alcoholic

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Oh-! Uh- not really? I mean-

you don’t serve alcohol here, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“We normally serve those types of beverages during specific nights reserved for adults only, but I wouldn’t mind making a few arrangements if that’s what you’re here for!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- that’d be nice, please. I can pay extra, if you need?

*it looks. Very tired.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. I’ll give it a slight uptick since I was planning on giving you access to one of our empty party rooms. Out of the way of kids n’ all. Not anything outrageous. Let’s call it 5 bucks? Which rounds up to about 20 in total!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Alright, that’s amazing, thank you Mr..?

*it pulls a twenty dollar bill out from somewhere in its fluffy robe and hands it to him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stevenson! Though, you can call me Chip. I usually have the kids refer to me by last name”

His dial spins as he accepts the cash, folding it and putting it in his pocket carefully.

“Now, would you like to follow me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course, Mr Stevenson, thank you so much, again. This… means a lot to me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s not a problem at all! Honestly. We get a few regulars who have very similar habits and I’m always happy to make accommodations.”

He guides Wine into an empty party room, clearly designed for kids.

“Any preferences drink wise?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you have… regular drinkers at a children’s establishment?

*from the way it’s slightly drawling out it’s words, it sounds like it’s drunk already*

And uh- whatever’s fine, ‘s long as it’s not beer.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Mostly stressed parents looking for a brief reprieve. Though, some of them just enjoy the, ahm— Atmosphere. We keep them separate from the children if you haven’t noticed.”

His tail rose slightly, similar to a cat bristling.

“Then I’ll surprise you. May I have your name?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

yeah, yeah I get it- sorry, I shouldn’t be criticizing you, you’re already being really kind-

And my names uh- my names Wine.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s alright. I can tell you didn’t mean for it to come across that way, I just— Pardon my defensiveness. Had to deal with plenty of people complaining as of late.”

He offered his hand to Wine, his tail lowering again.

“Great to meet you. I do hope you enjoy your visit to Fazbender’s.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

It’s alright, I understand, it’s my bad, really. I should’ve- I should’ve been more considerate.

*it takes his hand, but instead of shaking it, pulls it up and presses a kiss to it. It seems to be more out of habit than anything*

Thank you. I think I will.

[ringingfromthefuture]

A trill little ring sounds from Chip’s head at that, his dial spinning in tandem. He carefully pulls his hand back and holds it to his chest.

“I, ahm— I’ll go get your drink. Make yourself at home and feel free to pull over a bean bag.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah uh- s-sorry. *it pulls over a bean bag and sits in it, slightly awkwardly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No need, it wasn’t— Nevermind.”

With that, Chip walks off to grab the drink. It really doesn’t take him too long and he comes back with bottle of wine.

“I do hope I didn’t make any assumptions, but you said anything was fine and your name gave me the idea so—”

He seats himself at a nearby table after giving it to Wine.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

No it’s- it’s perfect, thank you. Sorry for uh- day-drinking at a children’s restaurant…

*it takes a considerable drink from the bottle*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Once again, it’s alright. It’s not like you’re stealing from me. You are a paying customer.”

He’s ringing again, just slightly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know- I guess I just feel bad for- for bothering you, y’know? You’re so nice- and- and I’m here trying to black out, again.

*it hiccups, and takes another large swig*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Then I’ll do my best to keep you from blacking out. I’d rather avoid having to call the ambulance to my establishment. And you aren’t bothering me, we’ve been empty today.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

‘Sorry- sorry I’m uh- I’m having a rough day. Thanks for- all this stuff. It’s nice, y’know? Talking with someone?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course. I don’t mind! I have to watch you anyway so why not talk as I do?”

He tilts his head, dial spinning. It’s starting to become clear that that is how he smiles..

“If there’s any other way I can help, I’d be willing. Well— So long as it’s nothing too outrageous.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

pfft- I mean, I don’t suppose you’re hiring? I kinda- I don’t have a job right now.

*it- you guessed it! Takes another drink!!! It is clearly drunk now*

Or a- hic- or a house- ‘s not like you could help with that..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! We are actually! Though, we can put a pin in that bit for later. Need you relatively sober for an interview, background checks, all that jazz.”

AND YOINK! He took the bottle away from Wine, putting the cork back in place.

“I can help with both of those predicaments, actually. I had a few extra rooms built off to the side where employees without homes can live. It comes out of their paycheck, sure, but it’s relatively cheap for all the space I offer.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- wait- wait what? You’re- you’d- you’re offering an interview? And you’d let me- I’d get to live here?

*it lets out a GAY little whine when the bottle gets taken, but doesn’t make any actual attempt to get it back*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course! I just, uh— Do need it to be in a bit more of a professional setting than this. Though I have no room to judge what my employees, or anyone for that matter, do on their own time.”

Another spin of his dial, trying to look friendly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh- I- a-alright? I uh- shit, do you want me to pay you back for this? Like- y’know?

*it makes a… sexually explicit hand gesture, at him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! No, no— There’s no need for that, really, I’m more than happy to help.”

Flustered ringing. Very flustered ringing.

“Besides, I’ve never really— Never done that before.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

are you- are you sure? I mean- you’re giving me an opportunity to get a- a job and a place to live and- I mean- I really don’t mind, if you want?

of course, if you don’t want that I could like- I could- there’s probably other things I can do for you? I don’t wanna make you feel pressured…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He looks back at the door, dial ticking forward a bit.

“Listen, I’ve— I do want to accept your offer, but if you feel like that is the only way you can repay me then I believe I’ll have to decline. As I’ve said, you don’t need to repay me, I love being able to help. I don’t feel pressured.”

“Do you feel obligated to repay me in that way?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- um- I guess not? I just- I really- I like you. I like that you’re like me, y’know? It’s just- you’re beautiful.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings slightly, a lower sound that before. He then gets up, goes to the door, locks it, and shrugs off his suit jacket.

“Oh, ah, probably an unimportant detail, but I am trans. I know that’s a deal breaker for some people so I figured a warning was in order.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

oh uh- I don’t mind! ‘S just different equipment, right?

*it seems slightly more relaxed, although its blushing considerably*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Mm.. If you choose to call it that.”

He stepped closer, looming over Wine.

“Are you going to make me do all of the work?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course not-! I-

*it grabs him by the tie and pulls him into a kiss*

I’m good at this, trust me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings, pressing the base of his phone into the contact.

“I’m trusting you. Trusting you to take me apart properly. You can do that, right?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

ye-yeah, yes. I can do whatever you need me to, lovely boy..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Good.”

WE IGNORE THAT HE SHUDDERED AT THE PET NAME. He is hashtag normal. He sat himself down on Wine’s lap.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

good. Thank you for- for this.

*it threads its fingers through his cord and kisses him again*

[ringingfromthefuture]

His breath hitched at the touch to his cord.

“Ah— Be, uh, be careful? I’m a bit— Fragile.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

do you- uh- want me to not.?

*it has pulled away slightly, nervously.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No, no, no. It feels— It feels nice. I’m just sensitive. Overly so.”

He tilts his head back towards Wine, trying to urge it to touch and hold his cord again. Freak

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

mhm?

*it gently rubs the coils of the cord together, pressing it’s lips against his dial*

You’re- god, you’re perfect

[ringingfromthefuture]

He let a very small, shuddering whine slip through, pressing back against it.

“That’s perfect—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

there, just-just let me take care of you, alright?

*it presses one hand to his neck, just enough to feel his pulse*

This- everything’s ok, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

His pulse is a little fast, but he seems fine otherwise.

“Mhm. I promise, I would be voicing my opinion if something wasn’t okay.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- thank you for that.

*it kisses him again, the hand that was previously on his neck drifting down to undo his shirt buttons*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Of course. I don’t plan on just— Going along with whatever you plan to do.”

He moved back slightly, giving Wine more room to work on getting his shirt unbuttoned.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know, I just- I get nervous, sorry.

*it unbuttons his shirt down to the waistband, before waiting for approval to continue*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“That’s alright. I’d honestly rather you be nervous. Makes me feel less alone.”

He laughs, shrugging the shirt off and onto the floor.

“You can keep going if you’d like.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you make me feel less alone.

And- at least give me some time to admire you, please?

[ringingfromthefuture]

He shuddered, letting his tail raise.

“Right, uh— Take your time. I don’t mind.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

*it smiles, and begins to gently press kisses to his chest and collarbones, smiling up at him*

You’re beautiful…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He tilts his head back, his ringing almost enough to mask the.. other sounds he’s making.

“Thank you—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Anything for you my dear, alright? Just tell me what you want.

*it has begun to leave little hickeys and bites across his chest*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Th— This is good. And the compliments.”

He exhales a shaky breath, running a hand down Wine’s spine carefully.

[disconnectedkid]

oh? You like that pretty boy? I’ll keep that in mind.

*it arches like a cat under his touch, gasping slightly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

He huffs out, the resulting sound like that of TV static.

“Christ, Wine.. Do you always have such a filthy mouth? Or is this all for me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t always like this. Still, you’re a special case. I like you far more than I usually do..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. That’s sweet regardless.”

His dial spins as he moves to hold Wine’s face, letting his finger trail along its lower lip.

“You’ve been praising me all the while looking quite exquisite yourself.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh-

*oh it turned RED at that.*

Christ chip….

You’re too nice to me, y’know? I thought I was gonna take care of you tonight?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s only fair, is it not? You are doing such a good job. I just want you to feel appreciated too. This is a mutual activity, after all.”

Another spin of his dial which is making it pretty easy to assume that’s how he smiles. He pushes his thumb into Wine’s mouth, scraping its teeth.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I uh- I’m-

*it tries to speak around his finger, whimpering vaguely and panting as it stares at him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Mhm?”

He pulls his thumb back, wiping it on Wine’s cheek.

“What is it, dear?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

shit- please chip- please you’re so- you’re so beautiful-

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course, darling. Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

hey! Uh-

this is fazbenders, correct?

*there is a strange customer standing there. It had grey-ish skin, is wearing heart shaped sunglasses, a pink bathrobe, and has two small wings folded next to it’s head*

-🍷

“That would be us! Wonderful of you to choose our establishment today! Do you have questions, comments, or otherwise?”

The manager adjusts the glasses that sit at the base of his phone to be just a tad closer to his dial. His tail is lowered to the ground and he leans on a cane as he speaks.

@ask-wine-the-alcoholic

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Oh-! Uh- not really? I mean-

you don’t serve alcohol here, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“We normally serve those types of beverages during specific nights reserved for adults only, but I wouldn’t mind making a few arrangements if that’s what you’re here for!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- that’d be nice, please. I can pay extra, if you need?

*it looks. Very tired.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. I’ll give it a slight uptick since I was planning on giving you access to one of our empty party rooms. Out of the way of kids n’ all. Not anything outrageous. Let’s call it 5 bucks? Which rounds up to about 20 in total!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Alright, that’s amazing, thank you Mr..?

*it pulls a twenty dollar bill out from somewhere in its fluffy robe and hands it to him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stevenson! Though, you can call me Chip. I usually have the kids refer to me by last name”

His dial spins as he accepts the cash, folding it and putting it in his pocket carefully.

“Now, would you like to follow me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course, Mr Stevenson, thank you so much, again. This… means a lot to me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s not a problem at all! Honestly. We get a few regulars who have very similar habits and I’m always happy to make accommodations.”

He guides Wine into an empty party room, clearly designed for kids.

“Any preferences drink wise?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you have… regular drinkers at a children’s establishment?

*from the way it’s slightly drawling out it’s words, it sounds like it’s drunk already*

And uh- whatever’s fine, ‘s long as it’s not beer.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Mostly stressed parents looking for a brief reprieve. Though, some of them just enjoy the, ahm— Atmosphere. We keep them separate from the children if you haven’t noticed.”

His tail rose slightly, similar to a cat bristling.

“Then I’ll surprise you. May I have your name?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

yeah, yeah I get it- sorry, I shouldn’t be criticizing you, you’re already being really kind-

And my names uh- my names Wine.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s alright. I can tell you didn’t mean for it to come across that way, I just— Pardon my defensiveness. Had to deal with plenty of people complaining as of late.”

He offered his hand to Wine, his tail lowering again.

“Great to meet you. I do hope you enjoy your visit to Fazbender’s.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

It’s alright, I understand, it’s my bad, really. I should’ve- I should’ve been more considerate.

*it takes his hand, but instead of shaking it, pulls it up and presses a kiss to it. It seems to be more out of habit than anything*

Thank you. I think I will.

[ringingfromthefuture]

A trill little ring sounds from Chip’s head at that, his dial spinning in tandem. He carefully pulls his hand back and holds it to his chest.

“I, ahm— I’ll go get your drink. Make yourself at home and feel free to pull over a bean bag.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah uh- s-sorry. *it pulls over a bean bag and sits in it, slightly awkwardly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No need, it wasn’t— Nevermind.”

With that, Chip walks off to grab the drink. It really doesn’t take him too long and he comes back with bottle of wine.

“I do hope I didn’t make any assumptions, but you said anything was fine and your name gave me the idea so—”

He seats himself at a nearby table after giving it to Wine.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

No it’s- it’s perfect, thank you. Sorry for uh- day-drinking at a children’s restaurant…

*it takes a considerable drink from the bottle*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Once again, it’s alright. It’s not like you’re stealing from me. You are a paying customer.”

He’s ringing again, just slightly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know- I guess I just feel bad for- for bothering you, y’know? You’re so nice- and- and I’m here trying to black out, again.

*it hiccups, and takes another large swig*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Then I’ll do my best to keep you from blacking out. I’d rather avoid having to call the ambulance to my establishment. And you aren’t bothering me, we’ve been empty today.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

‘Sorry- sorry I’m uh- I’m having a rough day. Thanks for- all this stuff. It’s nice, y’know? Talking with someone?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course. I don’t mind! I have to watch you anyway so why not talk as I do?”

He tilts his head, dial spinning. It’s starting to become clear that that is how he smiles..

“If there’s any other way I can help, I’d be willing. Well— So long as it’s nothing too outrageous.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

pfft- I mean, I don’t suppose you’re hiring? I kinda- I don’t have a job right now.

*it- you guessed it! Takes another drink!!! It is clearly drunk now*

Or a- hic- or a house- ‘s not like you could help with that..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! We are actually! Though, we can put a pin in that bit for later. Need you relatively sober for an interview, background checks, all that jazz.”

AND YOINK! He took the bottle away from Wine, putting the cork back in place.

“I can help with both of those predicaments, actually. I had a few extra rooms built off to the side where employees without homes can live. It comes out of their paycheck, sure, but it’s relatively cheap for all the space I offer.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- wait- wait what? You’re- you’d- you’re offering an interview? And you’d let me- I’d get to live here?

*it lets out a GAY little whine when the bottle gets taken, but doesn’t make any actual attempt to get it back*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course! I just, uh— Do need it to be in a bit more of a professional setting than this. Though I have no room to judge what my employees, or anyone for that matter, do on their own time.”

Another spin of his dial, trying to look friendly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh- I- a-alright? I uh- shit, do you want me to pay you back for this? Like- y’know?

*it makes a… sexually explicit hand gesture, at him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! No, no— There’s no need for that, really, I’m more than happy to help.”

Flustered ringing. Very flustered ringing.

“Besides, I’ve never really— Never done that before.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

are you- are you sure? I mean- you’re giving me an opportunity to get a- a job and a place to live and- I mean- I really don’t mind, if you want?

of course, if you don’t want that I could like- I could- there’s probably other things I can do for you? I don’t wanna make you feel pressured…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He looks back at the door, dial ticking forward a bit.

“Listen, I’ve— I do want to accept your offer, but if you feel like that is the only way you can repay me then I believe I’ll have to decline. As I’ve said, you don’t need to repay me, I love being able to help. I don’t feel pressured.”

“Do you feel obligated to repay me in that way?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- um- I guess not? I just- I really- I like you. I like that you’re like me, y’know? It’s just- you’re beautiful.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings slightly, a lower sound that before. He then gets up, goes to the door, locks it, and shrugs off his suit jacket.

“Oh, ah, probably an unimportant detail, but I am trans. I know that’s a deal breaker for some people so I figured a warning was in order.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

oh uh- I don’t mind! ‘S just different equipment, right?

*it seems slightly more relaxed, although its blushing considerably*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Mm.. If you choose to call it that.”

He stepped closer, looming over Wine.

“Are you going to make me do all of the work?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course not-! I-

*it grabs him by the tie and pulls him into a kiss*

I’m good at this, trust me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings, pressing the base of his phone into the contact.

“I’m trusting you. Trusting you to take me apart properly. You can do that, right?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

ye-yeah, yes. I can do whatever you need me to, lovely boy..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Good.”

WE IGNORE THAT HE SHUDDERED AT THE PET NAME. He is hashtag normal. He sat himself down on Wine’s lap.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

good. Thank you for- for this.

*it threads its fingers through his cord and kisses him again*

[ringingfromthefuture]

His breath hitched at the touch to his cord.

“Ah— Be, uh, be careful? I’m a bit— Fragile.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

do you- uh- want me to not.?

*it has pulled away slightly, nervously.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No, no, no. It feels— It feels nice. I’m just sensitive. Overly so.”

He tilts his head back towards Wine, trying to urge it to touch and hold his cord again. Freak

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

mhm?

*it gently rubs the coils of the cord together, pressing it’s lips against his dial*

You’re- god, you’re perfect

[ringingfromthefuture]

He let a very small, shuddering whine slip through, pressing back against it.

“That’s perfect—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

there, just-just let me take care of you, alright?

*it presses one hand to his neck, just enough to feel his pulse*

This- everything’s ok, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

His pulse is a little fast, but he seems fine otherwise.

“Mhm. I promise, I would be voicing my opinion if something wasn’t okay.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- thank you for that.

*it kisses him again, the hand that was previously on his neck drifting down to undo his shirt buttons*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Of course. I don’t plan on just— Going along with whatever you plan to do.”

He moved back slightly, giving Wine more room to work on getting his shirt unbuttoned.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know, I just- I get nervous, sorry.

*it unbuttons his shirt down to the waistband, before waiting for approval to continue*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“That’s alright. I’d honestly rather you be nervous. Makes me feel less alone.”

He laughs, shrugging the shirt off and onto the floor.

“You can keep going if you’d like.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you make me feel less alone.

And- at least give me some time to admire you, please?

[ringingfromthefuture]

He shuddered, letting his tail raise.

“Right, uh— Take your time. I don’t mind.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

*it smiles, and begins to gently press kisses to his chest and collarbones, smiling up at him*

You’re beautiful…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He tilts his head back, his ringing almost enough to mask the.. other sounds he’s making.

“Thank you—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Anything for you my dear, alright? Just tell me what you want.

*it has begun to leave little hickeys and bites across his chest*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Th— This is good. And the compliments.”

He exhales a shaky breath, running a hand down Wine’s spine carefully.

[disconnectedkid]

oh? You like that pretty boy? I’ll keep that in mind.

*it arches like a cat under his touch, gasping slightly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

He huffs out, the resulting sound like that of TV static.

“Christ, Wine.. Do you always have such a filthy mouth? Or is this all for me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t always like this. Still, you’re a special case. I like you far more than I usually do..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. That’s sweet regardless.”

His dial spins as he moves to hold Wine’s face, letting his finger trail along its lower lip.

“You’ve been praising me all the while looking quite exquisite yourself.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh-

*oh it turned RED at that.*

Christ chip….

You’re too nice to me, y’know? I thought I was gonna take care of you tonight?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s only fair, is it not? You are doing such a good job. I just want you to feel appreciated too. This is a mutual activity, after all.”

Another spin of his dial which is making it pretty easy to assume that’s how he smiles. He pushes his thumb into Wine’s mouth, scraping its teeth.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I uh- I’m-

*it tries to speak around his finger, whimpering vaguely and panting as it stares at him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Mhm?”

He pulls his thumb back, wiping it on Wine’s cheek.

“What is it, dear?”

[ringingfromthefuture]

hey! Uh-

this is fazbenders, correct?

*there is a strange customer standing there. It had grey-ish skin, is wearing heart shaped sunglasses, a pink bathrobe, and has two small wings folded next to it’s head*

-🍷

“That would be us! Wonderful of you to choose our establishment today! Do you have questions, comments, or otherwise?”

The manager adjusts the glasses that sit at the base of his phone to be just a tad closer to his dial. His tail is lowered to the ground and he leans on a cane as he speaks.

@ask-wine-the-alcoholic

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Oh-! Uh- not really? I mean-

you don’t serve alcohol here, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“We normally serve those types of beverages during specific nights reserved for adults only, but I wouldn’t mind making a few arrangements if that’s what you’re here for!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- that’d be nice, please. I can pay extra, if you need?

*it looks. Very tired.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. I’ll give it a slight uptick since I was planning on giving you access to one of our empty party rooms. Out of the way of kids n’ all. Not anything outrageous. Let’s call it 5 bucks? Which rounds up to about 20 in total!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Alright, that’s amazing, thank you Mr..?

*it pulls a twenty dollar bill out from somewhere in its fluffy robe and hands it to him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stevenson! Though, you can call me Chip. I usually have the kids refer to me by last name”

His dial spins as he accepts the cash, folding it and putting it in his pocket carefully.

“Now, would you like to follow me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course, Mr Stevenson, thank you so much, again. This… means a lot to me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s not a problem at all! Honestly. We get a few regulars who have very similar habits and I’m always happy to make accommodations.”

He guides Wine into an empty party room, clearly designed for kids.

“Any preferences drink wise?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you have… regular drinkers at a children’s establishment?

*from the way it’s slightly drawling out it’s words, it sounds like it’s drunk already*

And uh- whatever’s fine, ‘s long as it’s not beer.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Mostly stressed parents looking for a brief reprieve. Though, some of them just enjoy the, ahm— Atmosphere. We keep them separate from the children if you haven’t noticed.”

His tail rose slightly, similar to a cat bristling.

“Then I’ll surprise you. May I have your name?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

yeah, yeah I get it- sorry, I shouldn’t be criticizing you, you’re already being really kind-

And my names uh- my names Wine.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s alright. I can tell you didn’t mean for it to come across that way, I just— Pardon my defensiveness. Had to deal with plenty of people complaining as of late.”

He offered his hand to Wine, his tail lowering again.

“Great to meet you. I do hope you enjoy your visit to Fazbender’s.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

It’s alright, I understand, it’s my bad, really. I should’ve- I should’ve been more considerate.

*it takes his hand, but instead of shaking it, pulls it up and presses a kiss to it. It seems to be more out of habit than anything*

Thank you. I think I will.

[ringingfromthefuture]

A trill little ring sounds from Chip’s head at that, his dial spinning in tandem. He carefully pulls his hand back and holds it to his chest.

“I, ahm— I’ll go get your drink. Make yourself at home and feel free to pull over a bean bag.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah uh- s-sorry. *it pulls over a bean bag and sits in it, slightly awkwardly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No need, it wasn’t— Nevermind.”

With that, Chip walks off to grab the drink. It really doesn’t take him too long and he comes back with bottle of wine.

“I do hope I didn’t make any assumptions, but you said anything was fine and your name gave me the idea so—”

He seats himself at a nearby table after giving it to Wine.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

No it’s- it’s perfect, thank you. Sorry for uh- day-drinking at a children’s restaurant…

*it takes a considerable drink from the bottle*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Once again, it’s alright. It’s not like you’re stealing from me. You are a paying customer.”

He’s ringing again, just slightly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know- I guess I just feel bad for- for bothering you, y’know? You’re so nice- and- and I’m here trying to black out, again.

*it hiccups, and takes another large swig*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Then I’ll do my best to keep you from blacking out. I’d rather avoid having to call the ambulance to my establishment. And you aren’t bothering me, we’ve been empty today.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

‘Sorry- sorry I’m uh- I’m having a rough day. Thanks for- all this stuff. It’s nice, y’know? Talking with someone?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course. I don’t mind! I have to watch you anyway so why not talk as I do?”

He tilts his head, dial spinning. It’s starting to become clear that that is how he smiles..

“If there’s any other way I can help, I’d be willing. Well— So long as it’s nothing too outrageous.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

pfft- I mean, I don’t suppose you’re hiring? I kinda- I don’t have a job right now.

*it- you guessed it! Takes another drink!!! It is clearly drunk now*

Or a- hic- or a house- ‘s not like you could help with that..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! We are actually! Though, we can put a pin in that bit for later. Need you relatively sober for an interview, background checks, all that jazz.”

AND YOINK! He took the bottle away from Wine, putting the cork back in place.

“I can help with both of those predicaments, actually. I had a few extra rooms built off to the side where employees without homes can live. It comes out of their paycheck, sure, but it’s relatively cheap for all the space I offer.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- wait- wait what? You’re- you’d- you’re offering an interview? And you’d let me- I’d get to live here?

*it lets out a GAY little whine when the bottle gets taken, but doesn’t make any actual attempt to get it back*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course! I just, uh— Do need it to be in a bit more of a professional setting than this. Though I have no room to judge what my employees, or anyone for that matter, do on their own time.”

Another spin of his dial, trying to look friendly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh- I- a-alright? I uh- shit, do you want me to pay you back for this? Like- y’know?

*it makes a… sexually explicit hand gesture, at him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! No, no— There’s no need for that, really, I’m more than happy to help.”

Flustered ringing. Very flustered ringing.

“Besides, I’ve never really— Never done that before.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

are you- are you sure? I mean- you’re giving me an opportunity to get a- a job and a place to live and- I mean- I really don’t mind, if you want?

of course, if you don’t want that I could like- I could- there’s probably other things I can do for you? I don’t wanna make you feel pressured…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He looks back at the door, dial ticking forward a bit.

“Listen, I’ve— I do want to accept your offer, but if you feel like that is the only way you can repay me then I believe I’ll have to decline. As I’ve said, you don’t need to repay me, I love being able to help. I don’t feel pressured.”

“Do you feel obligated to repay me in that way?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- um- I guess not? I just- I really- I like you. I like that you’re like me, y’know? It’s just- you’re beautiful.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings slightly, a lower sound that before. He then gets up, goes to the door, locks it, and shrugs off his suit jacket.

“Oh, ah, probably an unimportant detail, but I am trans. I know that’s a deal breaker for some people so I figured a warning was in order.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

oh uh- I don’t mind! ‘S just different equipment, right?

*it seems slightly more relaxed, although its blushing considerably*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Mm.. If you choose to call it that.”

He stepped closer, looming over Wine.

“Are you going to make me do all of the work?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course not-! I-

*it grabs him by the tie and pulls him into a kiss*

I’m good at this, trust me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings, pressing the base of his phone into the contact.

“I’m trusting you. Trusting you to take me apart properly. You can do that, right?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

ye-yeah, yes. I can do whatever you need me to, lovely boy..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Good.”

WE IGNORE THAT HE SHUDDERED AT THE PET NAME. He is hashtag normal. He sat himself down on Wine’s lap.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

good. Thank you for- for this.

*it threads its fingers through his cord and kisses him again*

[ringingfromthefuture]

His breath hitched at the touch to his cord.

“Ah— Be, uh, be careful? I’m a bit— Fragile.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

do you- uh- want me to not.?

*it has pulled away slightly, nervously.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No, no, no. It feels— It feels nice. I’m just sensitive. Overly so.”

He tilts his head back towards Wine, trying to urge it to touch and hold his cord again. Freak

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

mhm?

*it gently rubs the coils of the cord together, pressing it’s lips against his dial*

You’re- god, you’re perfect

[ringingfromthefuture]

He let a very small, shuddering whine slip through, pressing back against it.

“That’s perfect—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

there, just-just let me take care of you, alright?

*it presses one hand to his neck, just enough to feel his pulse*

This- everything’s ok, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

His pulse is a little fast, but he seems fine otherwise.

“Mhm. I promise, I would be voicing my opinion if something wasn’t okay.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- thank you for that.

*it kisses him again, the hand that was previously on his neck drifting down to undo his shirt buttons*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Of course. I don’t plan on just— Going along with whatever you plan to do.”

He moved back slightly, giving Wine more room to work on getting his shirt unbuttoned.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know, I just- I get nervous, sorry.

*it unbuttons his shirt down to the waistband, before waiting for approval to continue*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“That’s alright. I’d honestly rather you be nervous. Makes me feel less alone.”

He laughs, shrugging the shirt off and onto the floor.

“You can keep going if you’d like.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you make me feel less alone.

And- at least give me some time to admire you, please?

[ringingfromthefuture]

He shuddered, letting his tail raise.

“Right, uh— Take your time. I don’t mind.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

*it smiles, and begins to gently press kisses to his chest and collarbones, smiling up at him*

You’re beautiful…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He tilts his head back, his ringing almost enough to mask the.. other sounds he’s making.

“Thank you—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Anything for you my dear, alright? Just tell me what you want.

*it has begun to leave little hickeys and bites across his chest*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Th— This is good. And the compliments.”

He exhales a shaky breath, running a hand down Wine’s spine carefully.

[disconnectedkid]

oh? You like that pretty boy? I’ll keep that in mind.

*it arches like a cat under his touch, gasping slightly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

He huffs out, the resulting sound like that of TV static.

“Christ, Wine.. Do you always have such a filthy mouth? Or is this all for me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t always like this. Still, you’re a special case. I like you far more than I usually do..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. That’s sweet regardless.”

His dial spins as he moves to hold Wine’s face, letting his finger trail along its lower lip.

“You’ve been praising me all the while looking quite exquisite yourself.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh-

*oh it turned RED at that.*

Christ chip….

You’re too nice to me, y’know? I thought I was gonna take care of you tonight?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s only fair, is it not? You are doing such a good job. I just want you to feel appreciated too. This is a mutual activity, after all.”

Another spin of his dial which is making it pretty easy to assume that’s how he smiles. He pushes his thumb into Wine’s mouth, scraping its teeth.

[ringingfromthefuture]

hey! Uh-

this is fazbenders, correct?

*there is a strange customer standing there. It had grey-ish skin, is wearing heart shaped sunglasses, a pink bathrobe, and has two small wings folded next to it’s head*

-🍷

“That would be us! Wonderful of you to choose our establishment today! Do you have questions, comments, or otherwise?”

The manager adjusts the glasses that sit at the base of his phone to be just a tad closer to his dial. His tail is lowered to the ground and he leans on a cane as he speaks.

@ask-wine-the-alcoholic

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Oh-! Uh- not really? I mean-

you don’t serve alcohol here, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“We normally serve those types of beverages during specific nights reserved for adults only, but I wouldn’t mind making a few arrangements if that’s what you’re here for!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- that’d be nice, please. I can pay extra, if you need?

*it looks. Very tired.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. I’ll give it a slight uptick since I was planning on giving you access to one of our empty party rooms. Out of the way of kids n’ all. Not anything outrageous. Let’s call it 5 bucks? Which rounds up to about 20 in total!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Alright, that’s amazing, thank you Mr..?

*it pulls a twenty dollar bill out from somewhere in its fluffy robe and hands it to him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stevenson! Though, you can call me Chip. I usually have the kids refer to me by last name”

His dial spins as he accepts the cash, folding it and putting it in his pocket carefully.

“Now, would you like to follow me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course, Mr Stevenson, thank you so much, again. This… means a lot to me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s not a problem at all! Honestly. We get a few regulars who have very similar habits and I’m always happy to make accommodations.”

He guides Wine into an empty party room, clearly designed for kids.

“Any preferences drink wise?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you have… regular drinkers at a children’s establishment?

*from the way it’s slightly drawling out it’s words, it sounds like it’s drunk already*

And uh- whatever’s fine, ‘s long as it’s not beer.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Mostly stressed parents looking for a brief reprieve. Though, some of them just enjoy the, ahm— Atmosphere. We keep them separate from the children if you haven’t noticed.”

His tail rose slightly, similar to a cat bristling.

“Then I’ll surprise you. May I have your name?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

yeah, yeah I get it- sorry, I shouldn’t be criticizing you, you’re already being really kind-

And my names uh- my names Wine.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s alright. I can tell you didn’t mean for it to come across that way, I just— Pardon my defensiveness. Had to deal with plenty of people complaining as of late.”

He offered his hand to Wine, his tail lowering again.

“Great to meet you. I do hope you enjoy your visit to Fazbender’s.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

It’s alright, I understand, it’s my bad, really. I should’ve- I should’ve been more considerate.

*it takes his hand, but instead of shaking it, pulls it up and presses a kiss to it. It seems to be more out of habit than anything*

Thank you. I think I will.

[ringingfromthefuture]

A trill little ring sounds from Chip’s head at that, his dial spinning in tandem. He carefully pulls his hand back and holds it to his chest.

“I, ahm— I’ll go get your drink. Make yourself at home and feel free to pull over a bean bag.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah uh- s-sorry. *it pulls over a bean bag and sits in it, slightly awkwardly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No need, it wasn’t— Nevermind.”

With that, Chip walks off to grab the drink. It really doesn’t take him too long and he comes back with bottle of wine.

“I do hope I didn’t make any assumptions, but you said anything was fine and your name gave me the idea so—”

He seats himself at a nearby table after giving it to Wine.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

No it’s- it’s perfect, thank you. Sorry for uh- day-drinking at a children’s restaurant…

*it takes a considerable drink from the bottle*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Once again, it’s alright. It’s not like you’re stealing from me. You are a paying customer.”

He’s ringing again, just slightly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know- I guess I just feel bad for- for bothering you, y’know? You’re so nice- and- and I’m here trying to black out, again.

*it hiccups, and takes another large swig*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Then I’ll do my best to keep you from blacking out. I’d rather avoid having to call the ambulance to my establishment. And you aren’t bothering me, we’ve been empty today.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

‘Sorry- sorry I’m uh- I’m having a rough day. Thanks for- all this stuff. It’s nice, y’know? Talking with someone?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course. I don’t mind! I have to watch you anyway so why not talk as I do?”

He tilts his head, dial spinning. It’s starting to become clear that that is how he smiles..

“If there’s any other way I can help, I’d be willing. Well— So long as it’s nothing too outrageous.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

pfft- I mean, I don’t suppose you’re hiring? I kinda- I don’t have a job right now.

*it- you guessed it! Takes another drink!!! It is clearly drunk now*

Or a- hic- or a house- ‘s not like you could help with that..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! We are actually! Though, we can put a pin in that bit for later. Need you relatively sober for an interview, background checks, all that jazz.”

AND YOINK! He took the bottle away from Wine, putting the cork back in place.

“I can help with both of those predicaments, actually. I had a few extra rooms built off to the side where employees without homes can live. It comes out of their paycheck, sure, but it’s relatively cheap for all the space I offer.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- wait- wait what? You’re- you’d- you’re offering an interview? And you’d let me- I’d get to live here?

*it lets out a GAY little whine when the bottle gets taken, but doesn’t make any actual attempt to get it back*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course! I just, uh— Do need it to be in a bit more of a professional setting than this. Though I have no room to judge what my employees, or anyone for that matter, do on their own time.”

Another spin of his dial, trying to look friendly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh- I- a-alright? I uh- shit, do you want me to pay you back for this? Like- y’know?

*it makes a… sexually explicit hand gesture, at him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! No, no— There’s no need for that, really, I’m more than happy to help.”

Flustered ringing. Very flustered ringing.

“Besides, I’ve never really— Never done that before.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

are you- are you sure? I mean- you’re giving me an opportunity to get a- a job and a place to live and- I mean- I really don’t mind, if you want?

of course, if you don’t want that I could like- I could- there’s probably other things I can do for you? I don’t wanna make you feel pressured…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He looks back at the door, dial ticking forward a bit.

“Listen, I’ve— I do want to accept your offer, but if you feel like that is the only way you can repay me then I believe I’ll have to decline. As I’ve said, you don’t need to repay me, I love being able to help. I don’t feel pressured.”

“Do you feel obligated to repay me in that way?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- um- I guess not? I just- I really- I like you. I like that you’re like me, y’know? It’s just- you’re beautiful.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings slightly, a lower sound that before. He then gets up, goes to the door, locks it, and shrugs off his suit jacket.

“Oh, ah, probably an unimportant detail, but I am trans. I know that’s a deal breaker for some people so I figured a warning was in order.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

oh uh- I don’t mind! ‘S just different equipment, right?

*it seems slightly more relaxed, although its blushing considerably*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Mm.. If you choose to call it that.”

He stepped closer, looming over Wine.

“Are you going to make me do all of the work?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course not-! I-

*it grabs him by the tie and pulls him into a kiss*

I’m good at this, trust me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings, pressing the base of his phone into the contact.

“I’m trusting you. Trusting you to take me apart properly. You can do that, right?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

ye-yeah, yes. I can do whatever you need me to, lovely boy..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Good.”

WE IGNORE THAT HE SHUDDERED AT THE PET NAME. He is hashtag normal. He sat himself down on Wine’s lap.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

good. Thank you for- for this.

*it threads its fingers through his cord and kisses him again*

[ringingfromthefuture]

His breath hitched at the touch to his cord.

“Ah— Be, uh, be careful? I’m a bit— Fragile.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

do you- uh- want me to not.?

*it has pulled away slightly, nervously.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No, no, no. It feels— It feels nice. I’m just sensitive. Overly so.”

He tilts his head back towards Wine, trying to urge it to touch and hold his cord again. Freak

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

mhm?

*it gently rubs the coils of the cord together, pressing it’s lips against his dial*

You’re- god, you’re perfect

[ringingfromthefuture]

He let a very small, shuddering whine slip through, pressing back against it.

“That’s perfect—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

there, just-just let me take care of you, alright?

*it presses one hand to his neck, just enough to feel his pulse*

This- everything’s ok, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

His pulse is a little fast, but he seems fine otherwise.

“Mhm. I promise, I would be voicing my opinion if something wasn’t okay.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- thank you for that.

*it kisses him again, the hand that was previously on his neck drifting down to undo his shirt buttons*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Of course. I don’t plan on just— Going along with whatever you plan to do.”

He moved back slightly, giving Wine more room to work on getting his shirt unbuttoned.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know, I just- I get nervous, sorry.

*it unbuttons his shirt down to the waistband, before waiting for approval to continue*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“That’s alright. I’d honestly rather you be nervous. Makes me feel less alone.”

He laughs, shrugging the shirt off and onto the floor.

“You can keep going if you’d like.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you make me feel less alone.

And- at least give me some time to admire you, please?

[ringingfromthefuture]

He shuddered, letting his tail raise.

“Right, uh— Take your time. I don’t mind.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

*it smiles, and begins to gently press kisses to his chest and collarbones, smiling up at him*

You’re beautiful…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He tilts his head back, his ringing almost enough to mask the.. other sounds he’s making.

“Thank you—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Anything for you my dear, alright? Just tell me what you want.

*it has begun to leave little hickeys and bites across his chest*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Th— This is good. And the compliments.”

He exhales a shaky breath, running a hand down Wine’s spine carefully.

[disconnectedkid]

oh? You like that pretty boy? I’ll keep that in mind.

*it arches like a cat under his touch, gasping slightly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

He huffs out, the resulting sound like that of TV static.

“Christ, Wine.. Do you always have such a filthy mouth? Or is this all for me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t always like this. Still, you’re a special case. I like you far more than I usually do..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. That’s sweet regardless.”

His dial spins as he moves to hold Wine’s face, letting his finger trail along its lower lip.

“You’ve been praising me all the while looking quite exquisite yourself.”

[ringingfromthefuture]

hey! Uh-

this is fazbenders, correct?

*there is a strange customer standing there. It had grey-ish skin, is wearing heart shaped sunglasses, a pink bathrobe, and has two small wings folded next to it’s head*

-🍷

“That would be us! Wonderful of you to choose our establishment today! Do you have questions, comments, or otherwise?”

The manager adjusts the glasses that sit at the base of his phone to be just a tad closer to his dial. His tail is lowered to the ground and he leans on a cane as he speaks.

@ask-wine-the-alcoholic

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Oh-! Uh- not really? I mean-

you don’t serve alcohol here, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“We normally serve those types of beverages during specific nights reserved for adults only, but I wouldn’t mind making a few arrangements if that’s what you’re here for!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- that’d be nice, please. I can pay extra, if you need?

*it looks. Very tired.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. I’ll give it a slight uptick since I was planning on giving you access to one of our empty party rooms. Out of the way of kids n’ all. Not anything outrageous. Let’s call it 5 bucks? Which rounds up to about 20 in total!”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Alright, that’s amazing, thank you Mr..?

*it pulls a twenty dollar bill out from somewhere in its fluffy robe and hands it to him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Stevenson! Though, you can call me Chip. I usually have the kids refer to me by last name”

His dial spins as he accepts the cash, folding it and putting it in his pocket carefully.

“Now, would you like to follow me?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course, Mr Stevenson, thank you so much, again. This… means a lot to me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s not a problem at all! Honestly. We get a few regulars who have very similar habits and I’m always happy to make accommodations.”

He guides Wine into an empty party room, clearly designed for kids.

“Any preferences drink wise?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you have… regular drinkers at a children’s establishment?

*from the way it’s slightly drawling out it’s words, it sounds like it’s drunk already*

And uh- whatever’s fine, ‘s long as it’s not beer.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Mostly stressed parents looking for a brief reprieve. Though, some of them just enjoy the, ahm— Atmosphere. We keep them separate from the children if you haven’t noticed.”

His tail rose slightly, similar to a cat bristling.

“Then I’ll surprise you. May I have your name?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

yeah, yeah I get it- sorry, I shouldn’t be criticizing you, you’re already being really kind-

And my names uh- my names Wine.

[ringingfromthefuture]

“It’s alright. I can tell you didn’t mean for it to come across that way, I just— Pardon my defensiveness. Had to deal with plenty of people complaining as of late.”

He offered his hand to Wine, his tail lowering again.

“Great to meet you. I do hope you enjoy your visit to Fazbender’s.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

It’s alright, I understand, it’s my bad, really. I should’ve- I should’ve been more considerate.

*it takes his hand, but instead of shaking it, pulls it up and presses a kiss to it. It seems to be more out of habit than anything*

Thank you. I think I will.

[ringingfromthefuture]

A trill little ring sounds from Chip’s head at that, his dial spinning in tandem. He carefully pulls his hand back and holds it to his chest.

“I, ahm— I’ll go get your drink. Make yourself at home and feel free to pull over a bean bag.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah uh- s-sorry. *it pulls over a bean bag and sits in it, slightly awkwardly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No need, it wasn’t— Nevermind.”

With that, Chip walks off to grab the drink. It really doesn’t take him too long and he comes back with bottle of wine.

“I do hope I didn’t make any assumptions, but you said anything was fine and your name gave me the idea so—”

He seats himself at a nearby table after giving it to Wine.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

No it’s- it’s perfect, thank you. Sorry for uh- day-drinking at a children’s restaurant…

*it takes a considerable drink from the bottle*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Once again, it’s alright. It’s not like you’re stealing from me. You are a paying customer.”

He’s ringing again, just slightly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know- I guess I just feel bad for- for bothering you, y’know? You’re so nice- and- and I’m here trying to black out, again.

*it hiccups, and takes another large swig*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Then I’ll do my best to keep you from blacking out. I’d rather avoid having to call the ambulance to my establishment. And you aren’t bothering me, we’ve been empty today.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

‘Sorry- sorry I’m uh- I’m having a rough day. Thanks for- all this stuff. It’s nice, y’know? Talking with someone?

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course. I don’t mind! I have to watch you anyway so why not talk as I do?”

He tilts his head, dial spinning. It’s starting to become clear that that is how he smiles..

“If there’s any other way I can help, I’d be willing. Well— So long as it’s nothing too outrageous.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

pfft- I mean, I don’t suppose you’re hiring? I kinda- I don’t have a job right now.

*it- you guessed it! Takes another drink!!! It is clearly drunk now*

Or a- hic- or a house- ‘s not like you could help with that..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! We are actually! Though, we can put a pin in that bit for later. Need you relatively sober for an interview, background checks, all that jazz.”

AND YOINK! He took the bottle away from Wine, putting the cork back in place.

“I can help with both of those predicaments, actually. I had a few extra rooms built off to the side where employees without homes can live. It comes out of their paycheck, sure, but it’s relatively cheap for all the space I offer.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- wait- wait what? You’re- you’d- you’re offering an interview? And you’d let me- I’d get to live here?

*it lets out a GAY little whine when the bottle gets taken, but doesn’t make any actual attempt to get it back*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Of course! I just, uh— Do need it to be in a bit more of a professional setting than this. Though I have no room to judge what my employees, or anyone for that matter, do on their own time.”

Another spin of his dial, trying to look friendly.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Wh- I- a-alright? I uh- shit, do you want me to pay you back for this? Like- y’know?

*it makes a… sexually explicit hand gesture, at him*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Oh! No, no— There’s no need for that, really, I’m more than happy to help.”

Flustered ringing. Very flustered ringing.

“Besides, I’ve never really— Never done that before.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

are you- are you sure? I mean- you’re giving me an opportunity to get a- a job and a place to live and- I mean- I really don’t mind, if you want?

of course, if you don’t want that I could like- I could- there’s probably other things I can do for you? I don’t wanna make you feel pressured…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He looks back at the door, dial ticking forward a bit.

“Listen, I’ve— I do want to accept your offer, but if you feel like that is the only way you can repay me then I believe I’ll have to decline. As I’ve said, you don’t need to repay me, I love being able to help. I don’t feel pressured.”

“Do you feel obligated to repay me in that way?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I’m uh- um- I guess not? I just- I really- I like you. I like that you’re like me, y’know? It’s just- you’re beautiful.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings slightly, a lower sound that before. He then gets up, goes to the door, locks it, and shrugs off his suit jacket.

“Oh, ah, probably an unimportant detail, but I am trans. I know that’s a deal breaker for some people so I figured a warning was in order.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

oh uh- I don’t mind! ‘S just different equipment, right?

*it seems slightly more relaxed, although its blushing considerably*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Mm.. If you choose to call it that.”

He stepped closer, looming over Wine.

“Are you going to make me do all of the work?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

of course not-! I-

*it grabs him by the tie and pulls him into a kiss*

I’m good at this, trust me.

[ringingfromthefuture]

He rings, pressing the base of his phone into the contact.

“I’m trusting you. Trusting you to take me apart properly. You can do that, right?”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

ye-yeah, yes. I can do whatever you need me to, lovely boy..

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Hm. Good.”

WE IGNORE THAT HE SHUDDERED AT THE PET NAME. He is hashtag normal. He sat himself down on Wine’s lap.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

good. Thank you for- for this.

*it threads its fingers through his cord and kisses him again*

[ringingfromthefuture]

His breath hitched at the touch to his cord.

“Ah— Be, uh, be careful? I’m a bit— Fragile.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

do you- uh- want me to not.?

*it has pulled away slightly, nervously.*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“No, no, no. It feels— It feels nice. I’m just sensitive. Overly so.”

He tilts his head back towards Wine, trying to urge it to touch and hold his cord again. Freak

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

mhm?

*it gently rubs the coils of the cord together, pressing it’s lips against his dial*

You’re- god, you’re perfect

[ringingfromthefuture]

He let a very small, shuddering whine slip through, pressing back against it.

“That’s perfect—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

there, just-just let me take care of you, alright?

*it presses one hand to his neck, just enough to feel his pulse*

This- everything’s ok, right?

[ringingfromthefuture]

His pulse is a little fast, but he seems fine otherwise.

“Mhm. I promise, I would be voicing my opinion if something wasn’t okay.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Yeah- thank you for that.

*it kisses him again, the hand that was previously on his neck drifting down to undo his shirt buttons*

[sposedtobemylight]

“Of course. I don’t plan on just— Going along with whatever you plan to do.”

He moved back slightly, giving Wine more room to work on getting his shirt unbuttoned.

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

I know, I just- I get nervous, sorry.

*it unbuttons his shirt down to the waistband, before waiting for approval to continue*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“That’s alright. I’d honestly rather you be nervous. Makes me feel less alone.”

He laughs, shrugging the shirt off and onto the floor.

“You can keep going if you’d like.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

you make me feel less alone.

And- at least give me some time to admire you, please?

[ringingfromthefuture]

He shuddered, letting his tail raise.

“Right, uh— Take your time. I don’t mind.”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

*it smiles, and begins to gently press kisses to his chest and collarbones, smiling up at him*

You’re beautiful…

[ringingfromthefuture]

He tilts his head back, his ringing almost enough to mask the.. other sounds he’s making.

“Thank you—”

[ask-wine-the-alcoholic]

Anything for you my dear, alright? Just tell me what you want.

*it has begun to leave little hickeys and bites across his chest*

[ringingfromthefuture]

“Th— This is good. And the compliments.”

He exhales a shaky breath, running a hand down Wine’s spine carefully.

[disconnectedkid]

oh? You like that pretty boy? I’ll keep that in mind.

*it arches like a cat under his touch, gasping slightly*

[ringingfromthefuture]

He huffs out, the resulting sound like that of TV static.

“Christ, Wine.. Do you always have such a filthy mouth? Or is this all for me?”