#dcppelgoner

[president-rhys]

@dcppelgoner continued from ( x ):

Rhys’s face was absolutely beet red as Tim caught him, both from embarrassment and... Something else. Not that the double needed to know his little “joke” had been right on the money. He forced a laugh and tried his best to look anywhere but that stupid attractive face. It was hard, though, considering the way Tim was looking at him. He could absolutely hear his heart thudding away in his chest. God, Tim was so nice. Warm, too.

“Thanks for catching me.” He said a little bit lamely. Tim hadn’t put him down yet but Rhys certainly wasn’t about to complain. It wasn’t often that he was swept off his feet after all. Would it be weird for him to help secure the hold by putting his arms around the double’s neck? Probably. He risked a glance towards the older man’s face, the same soft expression there. Ah, he had it bad.

“What would you say if I offered to hire you on as my personal fall protection?”

Rhys was, of course, joking. Sort of. Wasn’t he? If he suddenly got a bit clumsier who would be the wiser? Zer0, probably. Actually, thinking about it Zer0 would likely have a lot to say about the whole thing. He frowned a little bit and cast his gaze back to the floor. Okay, yeah, he was joking. Maybe. The prospect was still tempting, to have Tim around when Zer0 wasn’t. It could work.

[president-rhys]

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“Tim do you have any idea what time it is?” Rhys frowned and closed down the display that’d been up on his hand. He folded his arms over his chest much like a disapproving parent. It wasn’t like he was one to talk, though. He’d been working from home and had drifted off. Really, he should be thanking the double for waking him up. The CEO checked the time with his ECHO eye. He’d only been asleep for fifteen minutes, at least.

“It’s four am.” He emphasized, then almost as an afterthought, asked “...Why can’t you sleep?”

The younger man uncrossed his arms, though and pat the space beside him in invitation for Tim to sit. Work could wait. He was supposed to have the day off, anyway.

[handsomcsthcro]

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timothy's voice drags him back to the waking world, and he's only slightly grumpy about it. any noise, even quiet ones, tended to bring him around; a light sleeper indeed. jack merely growls softly, turning his head and keeping his eyes closed.

' i was sleeping, jackhole. til you asked if i was. ' he huffs, voice lacking any true bitterness.

jack's grip on timothy tightens, ' now i'm gonna try to get back to sleep and you're gonna keep playing with my hair and we'll be fine. '

[handsomcsthcro]

@dcppelgoner​ 《 cont. 》

jack is quiet, simultaneously silently impressed but also a touch livid.  it was a shame that timothy was finally getting an attitude, a crucial part to the act he played, yet it was directed his way instead of toward the people timothy was supposed to have an attitude toward.

❛ 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚢, 𝚝𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚢, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚝𝚊𝚖.  𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. ❜ jack chuckles, tossing an arm around his double’s shoulders and hugging just a shade too tightly.

his forearm crosses over timothy’s throat and locks tight, and jack brings his face in close, grinning, showing one too many teeth, ❛ 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗.  𝚒'𝚖 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢!  𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠!  𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢, 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?  𝚒'𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘.  𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝙾 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜. ❜

[hyperioncompanyman]

@dcppelgoner Continued from here: x

Rhys hadn’t expected to have just taken the man’s hand as he did but a part of him had said go for it. So the company man had taken Timothy’s hand between his own pair. He should have asked why he hadn’t gotten his hand treated yet but he had a better idea on how to make it feel better. 

Humming brought the blistered hand up to his lips and he carefully placed a kiss on each finger tip before kissing down to his palm. The flesh hand of his gently resting on top of the back of his hand while the metallic one of his gently held the other man’s wrist. And has he gently peppered kisses to the burnt hand he watched how his face turned a bright red as well and he locked eyes in turn with him.

Pulling back Rhys allowed the metal digits of his right hand to gently run against the blistered surface and sweet smile came to his face.

“You’re welcome. I thought that might make it feel better. Better than a little ol’ burn cream would do right? But we should probably get your hand checked out. Unless you like the kisses more.”

[ampleinnuendo]

Gratitude is something she’s oft known for expressing. A woman of fortune born of violence innate and gilded traction that seethes and bellows beneath the weight of charisma -- she uses charm to make her gold. And she never forgets, even those that bare the face of that which she despises ultimately ( - HEY, HANDSOME ) . He’s not the King to her Queen, but he tries all the same, a name forlorn and nary spoken but certainly not JACK. The soft stutter, gentle intonation gave that away the first time they met and it bloomed a fondness in her heart for a split second. Still, he does what he can to please her, be it from sheer eagerness or just instinct, the clone-vault hunter earned something of a reward this time around. And so she dotes and sighs, pressing painted petals to the side of his cheek, lips carving out the feeling of grafted bone and skin, mussing lipstick along a falsely sculpted jaw. 

She pulls away and pats the affectionately assault side of his reconstructed visage, open palm and kind. “  -- Sugar, you may have the face but you certainly don’t have the personality,  ”   Moxxi hums, voice alight and smug in noticing the work her makeup made of his skin. Oh, how precious. “    -- and that’s compliment, by the way.   ”

xoxo @dcppelgoner

[digiijacks]

@dcppelgoner

The digital duo hummed a little bit to themselves in an ever cheerful manner. I was like nothing could bring them down at all as they watched the doppelganger that was nearby. Legs swung lazily in sync with one another as they sat before deciding to speak up.

“Hiya, Tim!”

“Hey, Tim.”

“How’s it going?”

“Do we have any new missions yet?” the two of them asked in unison in a rather excited manner. They were always ready to go out and kick some bad guy butt.