#dillopidated

[alastors-radioshow]

💋 a very very VERY nervous kiss on the knuckle from @dillopidated

Send 💋 and a spot to kiss my muse!

The stag tilted his head to the side, studying the other.

Mr. No One, hmm?

He simply grinned some at the other, nodding his head politely at him. He appreciated the polite approach, really. Not many had the mind to be polite when approaching him.

"Why, merci monsieur~ Mr. No One, was it~?" He'd hum. He knew that it was not his name. But he hadn't exactly given him one when he'd asked.

[ @dillopidated ]

[alteregozowie]

Continued from Here!

@dillopidated

"Ah! There you are! Splendid!" Alastor wasn't going to read the room well enough to give the poor fellow some space after dragging him out of the void like that. It was what he wanted after all! Peace and quiet! "I had a time trying to remember your name, but at least I remember what you looked like. Hard to forget those ears and glasses! Ha!"

With his signature grin, he handed the accountant the paperwork. "I'm suppooooosed to be budgeting expenses," he rolled his eyes. "Because apparently, Husker thinks I spend too much on nothing," his grin faltered, a grumble of static as he mumbled. "Well what does he know, he spends everything on booze, that drunken cat-bird-" He looks back to Dillon, clearing his throat. "Erm, well, I need to know what to spend within the week, I suppose. There's too many numbers, and it bores me."

[veelentino]

"i got beat up once by three kids." @dillopidated

Valentino's hands paused briefly, the stylus hovering just above its tablet. He glanced at Dillon before looking away again, going back to the art piece he'd been working on. "Honey, I think it's better if you keep that to yourself."

[mediafeind]

dirty birdy thoughts about @dillopidated

blah blah budget. blah blah audit. travis is trying to listen, really. but it's so, incredibly boring. he can feel his eyes starting to droop. math has never really been one of his best skills. and this. well, it feels like a riddle more than a math problem.

the director stretches his legs and repositions himself. their thighs touch and dillon stops talking. was that a blush? travis tries to catch his eye and fails. he leans in more so their thighs are flush against each other. the avian sinner a squints down at the paper. "go on." he says to the armadillo.

dillon's blush deepens. "um..."

travis cracks a sly grin. he props his elbow on the table and leans in further. eyebrows knitted, he looks down at the stack of papers then angles his head to look into dillon's eyes. "maybe we should go back to my place so i can audit your assets." their faces are inches apart. travis counts himself lucky. his dark feathers conceal the light blush spreading across his cheeks.

the table squeaks and rattles under their weight. buttons fly off collared shirts while their mouths slot together hungrily. travis arches his hips to press himself bodily against the other. the feeling of something hard pressing against his leg starts a fire in his belly. god he can't wait to have that nerdy twink squirming beneath him...

"hello?" dillon's voice breaks the heat of the moment.

huh? what? what the fucks he mean hello- holy shit!

travis blinks twice. he looks at dillon and at the stack of papers. "uh sorry." he smiles sheepishly. the smallest shine of a blush can be seen through his plumage. "i was- um... distracted."

[infernal-feminae]

@dillopidated || x

"Well, that's a new one." Rosie smirks, amused by his obvious nervousness. The skittish ones were always fun to play around with.

"But still appreciated, honey. Makes it easiah fa' my cannibals ta' their prey~" Her smiled widened into a toothy grin. "Jus' kiddin'!" Mostly. "If this is ya first time in my humble town, tha' least I can do is show ya 'round!"

[veelentino]

"…Hey," Valentino was squinting at Dillon like the idea had just fully assembled itself in his head. He tilted his own head, studying the way the other's ears drooped. "Those are… really fucking goofy ears. Have you ever thought about piercing them?"

He pushed himself upright, wobbling only a little with the smell of liquor on his breath, and gestured vaguely toward his own collection of jewelry. "I mean... tastefully. Real classy." He smiled, crooked and earnest, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. "I could do it for you. I've got steady hands, promise." He held them up to demonstrate; they were… mostly steady.

@dillopidated

[veelentino]

Valentino leaned back on his heel, watching the poor assistant short-circuit in real time. Eyes darting anywhere but at him, hands fidgeting like they were trying to unscrew themselves. Val clicked his tongue, amused, and tilted his head. "Aww, don't look like that," he crooned, syrup sweet.

One gloved finger hooked under Dillon's chin just long enough to tip his face up, not forcing, just guiding. "Think of it like… workplace enrichment. A teeny dose. Keeps you attentive, warm, motivated." His wings rustled faintly, pleased. "And judging by that face? Yeah. It's working. Just try not to faint on the job, okay? That paperwork is a nightmare."

@dillopidated || xxx

[alastors-radioshow]

@dillopidated replied to your post “He does have a marvelous set of teeth, doesn't he?”:

* g u l p *

Cue an even wider smile. Hello, Dillon~