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[buck-and-bear-it]

Bothered || Open

Barrett stared at the wall in a bit of a haze. He could still feel the client’s skin between his teeth, nails digging into his wrists. He was still overwhelmed by the sensations and hadn’t quite been able to climb down yet. He was sitting up, leaning against the wall, trying to decide if it was worth it to do laundry. His bed was a mess but... well, he did have another client later. Maybe he could just wait it out. He wasn’t very good at laundry anyway. He usually just waited for Lillian to come around and handle things like sheets and blankets.

It wasn’t worth it. Barrett knew it would take a while for him to cool down-- especially since the client had left before he had gotten any relief. His thoughts were stuck on the button-down shirt they had worn. Ripping off the buttons and pulling the whole thing open was probably one of the most seductive things he had seen all night. Even if it was his action, the client’s reaction was what made it so flirtatious. The brunette liked to think he only kept his mind in the bedroom during working hours, but he was finding it particularly difficult to manage even that this time around. Maybe he should just go to the gym and work it off. Part of him worried even the gym couldn’t stifle his hunger, though, so he remained seated on the bed, looking anything but calm as he bit his finger lightly and tried to make life choices.

[fortuneink-blog]

Magic || Wizard and ?

He guessed that at some point he'd fallen asleep in the lounge, because he woke up on a couch with bright lights glaring back at him disapprovingly. Shifting around, Gale cracked his back and neck, mumbling quietly like a sore old man before sitting up straight. Judging by how quiet it was, it had to be pretty early in the morning...People would probably be concerned if he wasn't in his room. Stepping into the dark hallway, the wizard allowed some of his magic to flow through him. It took a little longer than he'd have liked- he hadn't been using it that often here- but slowly his white, winding tattoos lit up like a glow stick, giving him a dim enough light to walk without falling. It was going swimmingly until he stepped a little too hard on a creaky floorboard, likely rousing someone.

[fiammaimmortale-blog]

Night Shift || Ignis & ?

There was almost nothing he hated more than this accursed job he'd been roped into, except maybe the fact that he was supposed to be maintaining a "human" disguise, as ordered. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done, and the god found himself having to put actual effort into maintaining the appearance, not to mention the bizarre behavior these mortals regularly exhibited around each other. Clenching his teeth, Ignis attempted to drink the stupid caffeine juice they all seemed to consume without shattering the cup in his hand from pure irritation. After all, it was all her fault! He shouldn't have had to be punished. Wringing the leg of his pants in his fist, eyes on the monitors, the tall man didn't even notice the fact that his cup was starting to melt or his flickering hair, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared. Eventually a soft noise caught his attention, however, and he slammed the boiling cup down onto the table in front of him, turning his head slowly to glare at the subject. "What is it?"

[fortuneink-blog]

Bothered, not Hot || Gale & ?

Gale hadn’t met anyone other than the boss here- he avoided coming out of his room at times when people were there. After all, all he was really doing for the place right now was cleaning and sucking up their coffee supplies. 

Venturing out into the hallways, Gale made his way through the labyrinthine mansion to the break room and flipped on the lights, rubbing his eyes after the sudden brightness lit up the room.

He sighed quietly, waiting for them to adjust, and then went and picked up the coffee pot.

Empty. Great.

Gale impatiently filled the carafe with water and dumped some coffee grounds into the filter, starting the machine a little roughly. He hadn’t slept for a couple weeks, so his demeanor was starting to become a little testy. Knowing it would take a while, the wizard climbed over the back of a couch, glancing at a pool table before flopping face down on the cushions.

At least no one would bother him at this hour.