Hey there, sugar

"Oh, such a gentleman," Dex says as he sits down. First impression, Hank seemed sweet. Very much a good sign. If he was going to spend time with someone, they could at least be kind.

He thanks the waiter for the menu, looking over the options they had. While also using the menu to cover up a bit. Everything sounded good... damn, this would be hard. Before he can dive too deep into his own thoughts, Hank pulls him back out.

"Fun? Well, uhm... I like listening to music. I like watching movies and my shows. I like to draw and make art in general. I enjoy reading, but it's mostly comics or books about dinosaurs nowadays. Cooking is fun too."

Hank listens intently, jotting down a few things as he nods. He already knew what he wanted, truth be told, so he didn't even glance at the menu twice. Certain words jump out at him, like drawing and art... dinosaurs, too, if he's being completely honest with himself. "You like to draw?" He asks, genuinely curious. "Is there a certain kind of thing you prefer to draw?"

Turning the notepad to face Dex, he shows what he had been drawing as he was waiting for him to arrive. In the top right corner is a small yet surprisingly detailed pencil drawing of a jellyfish. "Mostly just draw sea critters, myself."

"Yeah, I love drawing. I don't really have a 'thing' I enjoy the most, I just... do it, you know? I guess if I had to say something, I like drawing more cartoony things. Allows more creativity than realism does."

Looking at the notepad, that soft smile is back on his face again. "Aww, it's so cute! And... really good, wow." And he didn't do art as a job? He would give anything to have talent like that! "See, I could do that if I tried... but it'd take a ton of drafts and a lot of wasted paper before it looked anything like it."

Hank chuckles as Dex compliments his drawing. The few other people he's met hadn't been interested in drawing, so it's nice that they already share something in common. "Thanks, darlin'. Lotta practice... I used to do drawings and diagrams for biology books."

He doesn't add more as he focuses on Dex again. "But anyway, yeah, I can see what you mean about drawing something with more creative freedom." He wants to say that hopefully he'll be lucky enough to see his drawings sometime, but he doesn't want to get ahead of himself. "And you like dinosaurs? Got a favorite?"

"Oh, such a gentleman," Dex says as he sits down. First impression, Hank seemed sweet. Very much a good sign. If he was going to spend time with someone, they could at least be kind.

He thanks the waiter for the menu, looking over the options they had. While also using the menu to cover up a bit. Everything sounded good... damn, this would be hard. Before he can dive too deep into his own thoughts, Hank pulls him back out.

"Fun? Well, uhm... I like listening to music. I like watching movies and my shows. I like to draw and make art in general. I enjoy reading, but it's mostly comics or books about dinosaurs nowadays. Cooking is fun too."

Hank listens intently, jotting down a few things as he nods. He already knew what he wanted, truth be told, so he didn't even glance at the menu twice. Certain words jump out at him, like drawing and art... dinosaurs, too, if he's being completely honest with himself. "You like to draw?" He asks, genuinely curious. "Is there a certain kind of thing you prefer to draw?"

Turning the notepad to face Dex, he shows what he had been drawing as he was waiting for him to arrive. In the top right corner is a small yet surprisingly detailed pencil drawing of a jellyfish. "Mostly just draw sea critters, myself."

little-person-withproblems

Arlo had been, to put it lightly, low for a while.

Their hospital bills starting to add up, an unnecessary pay cut from their already low wage, and with rent due in a few weeks, they really can't afford to keep pushing through without any hope of doing any better.

So they'd decided to check out a site that their friend mentioned a while back in hopes of it really being as helpful as they need it to be.

And they'd found Hank's profile in that search.

He seems alright, or at least better than the rest of the candidates, what's the worst that could happen?

@little-person-withproblems

After yet another bust when it came to finding a companion (they lied about their age), Hank was nearly ready to call it quits. At least for a little while, maybe rework his profile on the website.

Then he got a message from someone named Arlo, and... hell, why not? His mama didn't raise no quitter, right?

After setting up a lunch date at a nice restaurant, Hank reserves a table for two with a nice window view. He's dressed in an all black suit, having come from a series of business meetings. As he waits for Arlo, he's writing something on a small notepad.

It had been an easier conversation than they'd expected, setting up a place to meet up and talk face-to-face. Hank's been nice so far which is super helpful in easing the worry that they might die during this meet-up.

The restaurant had only been a short bike ride away from their workplace which is good, but as they reach the place about 5 minutes early, a lump begins to form in their throat, staring at the building. God, it looked nice; could they even afford this place?

But they go in and find Hank anyway — it'd be rude to keep him waiting.

"Hello." They say with a small smile as they sit down in front of him, voice heavily accented but easy enough to understand.

#in search of companionship #arlo

Hank may have been a little too into what he was drawing, and he doesn't notice Arlo until they speak and sit down across from him. Raising his eyebrows, he looks up and blinks before letting out an embarrassed chuckle. "Oh, damn... sorry about that," he says as he turns the page on the notepad.

"Hello there. Real nice to meet you in person, Arlo." Holding out his hand, he puts on his most charming smile. "I hope you found the place alright?"

The application is intriguing. The accompanying photos sure do sweeten the deal. Yes, the money was the main part of it, but it didn't hurt that Hank was easy on the eyes. And he was in the area, which meant there would be no problem in commute.

School kicked his ass. The lawyer gig wasn't cutting it anymore. Not many people wanted to give start up firms a chance when they could just go to the reliable guys you see on freeway billboards. Dex was... put lightly... desperate. And 7k was no small number when it came to money.

He could be fun. He wasn't the dramatic type. And if his friends were right, he could be cute.

Hopefully no one else had snagged him.

---

[Mr. Hank, I'm looking to apply to be your companion!]

-(the struggling) @dblairlaw

It was a little intimidating, putting himself out there like that. Even if it wasn't for a traditional 'dating site'.

Still, the whole thing has been a learning experience, that's for sure. He's met a couple of people so far, but nothing that's panned out yet. So the message he gets while he's having breakfast is quite welcome.

Mr. Hank. That's incredibly cute.

[Wonderful. I look forward to meeting you, sugar. Are you free for lunch today?]

Sugar. How charming. It didn't seem like he said it in a weird sense. It felt similar to when an older woman called him honey. It was just a sweet feeling.

He waits before replying. If he responded too quickly, that meant he was desperate, right? He didn't want to come off as clingy, or needy. Once it's felt like enough time, then he replies.

[Yeah, I'm free. I'm looking forward to meeting you too! Where do you wanna meet?]

Hank doesn't have the same qualms about appearing too eager. He's comfortable enough in his own skin to know what he wants and when he wants it. Dex doesn't have to wait longer than a minute for a reply.

[There's a nice spot called Angelina Bakery downtown. Does one o'clock sound good?]

It's a nice casual place, and he figures a good halfway point depending on where Dex is coming from.

Well, there was certainly no hesitation on Hanks part. That was nice.

Looking up the bakery, it's a little further away from his place. He could scooter over there no problem. And he was in the mood for something sweet.

[Sounds perfect. Can't wait to meet you!]

He had to start getting ready. He couldn't be anything less than perfect.

[Looking forward to it, darlin. See you then.]

Hank nods as he looks over the brief exchange. He has a good feeling about this one; although, he's also tried to remain an optimist throughout this process. Finishing his breakfast, he attends to some other business before arriving at the cafe/bakery fifteen minutes before the agreed time and gets a small table in the corner.

He's wearing black slacks and a deep blue sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while a long black coat hangs on the back of his chair. A small notepad is on the table in front of him that he's currently writing on.

He hated this outfit. He hated it. As he rode his scooter down the streets, it felt as if the whole worlds eyes were on him. But if this would make him the most money possible... then damnit, he'd do it.

His friends told him so. Sugar daddies enjoyed skin. The more shown, the better. Which was why he was currently in a blue crop top, and some black short shorts. Showing off much more than what he was comfortable with. Thankfully, they at least allowed him a coat, but it didn't help his confidence any.

Pulling in front of the bakery just a few minutes later than when they agreed, he steps in.

As the electronic bell signals that someone has entered the bakery, Hank looks up from his notepad and... wow. Admittedly, he's a little taken aback by the outfit. That doesn't stop his gaze from taking in the short shorts as his head tilts to the side.

He's sure it's the same person from the photo, and when they lock eyes before Dex starts making his way over, its confirmed for him. Standing up from his chair, Hank puts on his most charming smile as he offers his hand. "Hey there, sugar. Thanks for meeting with me."

He can spot Hank easily. He looked just like his picture, which meant he wasn't being catfished. Which was already a good start in his book. Dex can tell he's looking over him. And he can only hope that he likes what he sees.

Giving him a small smile, he gives him a nice handshake. In doing so, the already small shirt rides up just a tad, showing off even more skin. Anymore, and his binder would start showing. God, he hated this. But, Dex keeps on the happy face.

"Mello, Mr. Hank. It's nice to meet you too." His free hand fidgets with the coat around his waist.

Hank gives Dex's hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go. "Pleasures all mine," he adds smoothly, looking at him for another reason now. Dex is fidgeting a little. Maybe he's nervous? It's understandable if he hasn't done something like this before.

"Please, have a seat." Pulling out Dex's chair for him, he gestures to it before sitting down once again and waving over someone from the waitstaff. They smile and leave two menus on the table before leaving once again. "So, Dex... tell me a bit about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?"

The application is intriguing. The accompanying photos sure do sweeten the deal. Yes, the money was the main part of it, but it didn't hurt that Hank was easy on the eyes. And he was in the area, which meant there would be no problem in commute.

School kicked his ass. The lawyer gig wasn't cutting it anymore. Not many people wanted to give start up firms a chance when they could just go to the reliable guys you see on freeway billboards. Dex was... put lightly... desperate. And 7k was no small number when it came to money.

He could be fun. He wasn't the dramatic type. And if his friends were right, he could be cute.

Hopefully no one else had snagged him.

---

[Mr. Hank, I'm looking to apply to be your companion!]

-(the struggling) @dblairlaw

It was a little intimidating, putting himself out there like that. Even if it wasn't for a traditional 'dating site'.

Still, the whole thing has been a learning experience, that's for sure. He's met a couple of people so far, but nothing that's panned out yet. So the message he gets while he's having breakfast is quite welcome.

Mr. Hank. That's incredibly cute.

[Wonderful. I look forward to meeting you, sugar. Are you free for lunch today?]

Sugar. How charming. It didn't seem like he said it in a weird sense. It felt similar to when an older woman called him honey. It was just a sweet feeling.

He waits before replying. If he responded too quickly, that meant he was desperate, right? He didn't want to come off as clingy, or needy. Once it's felt like enough time, then he replies.

[Yeah, I'm free. I'm looking forward to meeting you too! Where do you wanna meet?]

Hank doesn't have the same qualms about appearing too eager. He's comfortable enough in his own skin to know what he wants and when he wants it. Dex doesn't have to wait longer than a minute for a reply.

[There's a nice spot called Angelina Bakery downtown. Does one o'clock sound good?]

It's a nice casual place, and he figures a good halfway point depending on where Dex is coming from.

Well, there was certainly no hesitation on Hanks part. That was nice.

Looking up the bakery, it's a little further away from his place. He could scooter over there no problem. And he was in the mood for something sweet.

[Sounds perfect. Can't wait to meet you!]

He had to start getting ready. He couldn't be anything less than perfect.

[Looking forward to it, darlin. See you then.]

Hank nods as he looks over the brief exchange. He has a good feeling about this one; although, he's also tried to remain an optimist throughout this process. Finishing his breakfast, he attends to some other business before arriving at the cafe/bakery fifteen minutes before the agreed time and gets a small table in the corner.

He's wearing black slacks and a deep blue sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while a long black coat hangs on the back of his chair. A small notepad is on the table in front of him that he's currently writing on.

He hated this outfit. He hated it. As he rode his scooter down the streets, it felt as if the whole worlds eyes were on him. But if this would make him the most money possible... then damnit, he'd do it.

His friends told him so. Sugar daddies enjoyed skin. The more shown, the better. Which was why he was currently in a blue crop top, and some black short shorts. Showing off much more than what he was comfortable with. Thankfully, they at least allowed him a coat, but it didn't help his confidence any.

Pulling in front of the bakery just a few minutes later than when they agreed, he steps in.

As the electronic bell signals that someone has entered the bakery, Hank looks up from his notepad and... wow. Admittedly, he's a little taken aback by the outfit. That doesn't stop his gaze from taking in the short shorts as his head tilts to the side.

He's sure it's the same person from the photo, and when they lock eyes before Dex starts making his way over, its confirmed for him. Standing up from his chair, Hank puts on his most charming smile as he offers his hand. "Hey there, sugar. Thanks for meeting with me."

#in search of companionship #arlo

Arlo had been, to put it lightly, low for a while.

Their hospital bills starting to add up, an unnecessary pay cut from their already low wage, and with rent due in a few weeks, they really can't afford to keep pushing through without any hope of doing any better.

So they'd decided to check out a site that their friend mentioned a while back in hopes of it really being as helpful as they need it to be.

And they'd found Hank's profile in that search.

He seems alright, or at least better than the rest of the candidates, what's the worst that could happen?

@little-person-withproblems

After yet another bust when it came to finding a companion (they lied about their age), Hank was nearly ready to call it quits. At least for a little while, maybe rework his profile on the website.

Then he got a message from someone named Arlo, and... hell, why not? His mama didn't raise no quitter, right?

After setting up a lunch date at a nice restaurant, Hank reserves a table for two with a nice window view. He's dressed in an all black suit, having come from a series of business meetings. As he waits for Arlo, he's writing something on a small notepad.

The application is intriguing. The accompanying photos sure do sweeten the deal. Yes, the money was the main part of it, but it didn't hurt that Hank was easy on the eyes. And he was in the area, which meant there would be no problem in commute.

School kicked his ass. The lawyer gig wasn't cutting it anymore. Not many people wanted to give start up firms a chance when they could just go to the reliable guys you see on freeway billboards. Dex was... put lightly... desperate. And 7k was no small number when it came to money.

He could be fun. He wasn't the dramatic type. And if his friends were right, he could be cute.

Hopefully no one else had snagged him.

---

[Mr. Hank, I'm looking to apply to be your companion!]

-(the struggling) @dblairlaw

It was a little intimidating, putting himself out there like that. Even if it wasn't for a traditional 'dating site'.

Still, the whole thing has been a learning experience, that's for sure. He's met a couple of people so far, but nothing that's panned out yet. So the message he gets while he's having breakfast is quite welcome.

Mr. Hank. That's incredibly cute.

[Wonderful. I look forward to meeting you, sugar. Are you free for lunch today?]

Sugar. How charming. It didn't seem like he said it in a weird sense. It felt similar to when an older woman called him honey. It was just a sweet feeling.

He waits before replying. If he responded too quickly, that meant he was desperate, right? He didn't want to come off as clingy, or needy. Once it's felt like enough time, then he replies.

[Yeah, I'm free. I'm looking forward to meeting you too! Where do you wanna meet?]

Hank doesn't have the same qualms about appearing too eager. He's comfortable enough in his own skin to know what he wants and when he wants it. Dex doesn't have to wait longer than a minute for a reply.

[There's a nice spot called Angelina Bakery downtown. Does one o'clock sound good?]

It's a nice casual place, and he figures a good halfway point depending on where Dex is coming from.

Well, there was certainly no hesitation on Hanks part. That was nice.

Looking up the bakery, it's a little further away from his place. He could scooter over there no problem. And he was in the mood for something sweet.

[Sounds perfect. Can't wait to meet you!]

He had to start getting ready. He couldn't be anything less than perfect.

[Looking forward to it, darlin. See you then.]

Hank nods as he looks over the brief exchange. He has a good feeling about this one; although, he's also tried to remain an optimist throughout this process. Finishing his breakfast, he attends to some other business before arriving at the cafe/bakery fifteen minutes before the agreed time and gets a small table in the corner.

He's wearing black slacks and a deep blue sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, while a long black coat hangs on the back of his chair. A small notepad is on the table in front of him that he's currently writing on.

#interested parties (ask)#dont be shy darlin (anon)

hello I will listen for hours about marine biology please

"Really?" Hank tries not to sound too incredulous, but it's difficult. He's never had someone ask about his career in marine biology that wasn't just being polite or trying to make small talk.

"Anything in particular you wanna know?"

Instead of sexy times, I would like to offer baked goods in exchange for mutual companionship. I make a mean batch of cookies 🍪

"Well, how could I possibly say no to such a sweet offer," Hank says smoothly as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile. "I'm partial to chocolate chip myself."

#this is so sweet omg #of course you can hang out with Hank #sex is never a prerequisite either :3 #interested parties (ask)#dont be shy darlin (anon)

The application is intriguing. The accompanying photos sure do sweeten the deal. Yes, the money was the main part of it, but it didn't hurt that Hank was easy on the eyes. And he was in the area, which meant there would be no problem in commute.

School kicked his ass. The lawyer gig wasn't cutting it anymore. Not many people wanted to give start up firms a chance when they could just go to the reliable guys you see on freeway billboards. Dex was... put lightly... desperate. And 7k was no small number when it came to money.

He could be fun. He wasn't the dramatic type. And if his friends were right, he could be cute.

Hopefully no one else had snagged him.

---

[Mr. Hank, I'm looking to apply to be your companion!]

-(the struggling) @dblairlaw

It was a little intimidating, putting himself out there like that. Even if it wasn't for a traditional 'dating site'.

Still, the whole thing has been a learning experience, that's for sure. He's met a couple of people so far, but nothing that's panned out yet. So the message he gets while he's having breakfast is quite welcome.

Mr. Hank. That's incredibly cute.

[Wonderful. I look forward to meeting you, sugar. Are you free for lunch today?]

Sugar. How charming. It didn't seem like he said it in a weird sense. It felt similar to when an older woman called him honey. It was just a sweet feeling.

He waits before replying. If he responded too quickly, that meant he was desperate, right? He didn't want to come off as clingy, or needy. Once it's felt like enough time, then he replies.

[Yeah, I'm free. I'm looking forward to meeting you too! Where do you wanna meet?]