Danny, visibly a fuckin mess: You know i can't, the stupid puppet ghost would possess me if I do!
Sam: Well well well, if it isn't the boy who haunts my basement. Does Tucker know what you did last night?
Tucker: Wait. Did you get possessed?
Danny: No! .. I hope.
Sam: No. He ate my TV remote. That home cinema gives me access to over a thousand channels. And I'm now stuck on the one that only plays shitty action movies.
Danny: You gave me no choice, how am I supposed to stay awake while watching the nature channel?
Sam: You need sleep Danny, or you'll die.
Danny: Ha. Not me. Sleep is for the weak... I think I just blacked out for a second there. Did I kill anyone?
Sam: Just, give me back my TV remote.
Danny: No he's mine he lives with me now. You shall refer to him only as Geraldine as per his wishes.
Sam: Danny.
Danny: No. The nature channel sucks. If I wanted to see mind numbing antics I could've stayed at home.
Sam: You can't stay at home, oh, update, he can't be trusted at FentonWorks anymore.
Tucker: Why what'd you do?
Danny: Nothing!
Sam: He kidnapped Gregor, thinking him to be himself, and tried to force him to go through the Fenton ghost catcher with him.
Danny: You're blowing that way out of proportion, it wouldn't have hurt him.
Sam: You made him cry so hard that when I got there he was calling for his mother.
Danny: Oh, oh, mein mutter wunst thou save mei.
Sam: You know he pretends to be Hungarian right? Not, whatever the hell you're doing.
Danny: Oh? Vat languagen amst I speaken.
Tucker: I don't think that's a language dude, you're just, making high pitched vaguely European sounds with your face.
I feel like coffe and Greece got a lot of votes so I’m voting PCC or trans wrestler whichever inspires you more in the moment no pressure
(You know I'm always a sucker for Pink Pony Club)
Ospreay/Yuta (Sliiight NSFW below the cut)
"It's okay," Yuta says softly, kneeling in front of Ospreay, "I was in your position three years ago. It feels weird at first, but you open up to it."
Ospreay nods, and he has this kind of puppy-dog nervousness to him that makes Yuta want to wrap him up in his arms and hold him there, kiss his head, ease him into it like he was eased into it.
He wishes Bryan had at least let him sit in on the first session with him, just so he knew where they were starting from, but then - Ospreay wasn't his student, really. He was Bryan's replacement, the looming evidence that their little world was changing.
"I've done it with blokes before," Ospreay explains, motioning with his hand. "I just don't really know how to ah.... Well, Bryan said you were the best at kissing and blowies."
Yuta laughs and moves his robe out a bit so he can sit on his hip, leaning against the pillows on the bed and motioning Ospreay to lay down with him. He follows easily, and he smiles at him, obviously self-conscious but willing to go along with this. For a moment, Yuta just takes him in.
He's all muscle and boyish blush, with a body that should make him a douchebag jock. But he isn't. He's sweet, and Yuta wishes he wasn't sweet. Yuta wishes Ospreay was a prick that he could take all his messy emotions out on, resenting the new guy that Bryan had chosen to take his place, but. He can't.
"You've kissed guys before?" Yuta asks, moving a hand to rest on Ospreay's shoulder, then sliding down, fingers tracing over the soft white tank top they had him in. Ospreay nods, his eyes flickering from Yuta's lips back up to his eyes. "Good, so it's not that scary for you."
"Ah- yeah, but I'm still all...nervous," Ospreay laughs, and fuck. Yuta wants to ride him so bad. Yuta wants to kiss him until all that self-consciousness goes away. "Doesn't help that you're pretty. Do I uh, do I get to wear somethin' that nice when I start?"
Yuta's been called pretty by men every single day since he started at the Club, but this is maybe the first time that someone says it and Yuta wants to preen. Wants to blush like he's in highschool again. It's just that Ospreay, when he says it, he's so....
Cute.
"You choose your outfits," Yuta says, motioning to the silk shorts he's wearing, and the red silk robe. "Most of us have the base shorts and robe, and most of us have a set of lingerie for customers who are into that kind of thing. You can be fitted for things like harnesses and any sort of costume you can think of. But you want to do bondage, right?" Yuta asks, watching how Ospreay's brows still haven't dropped from when Yuta said 'lingerie.'
"Y-yeah, I mean- yeah," he says, and Yuta moves his hand back to Ospreay's waist, splaying out his fingers and leaning in to gently, gently kiss his cheek.
"You'll get a harness, then. It's going to look great on you," Yuta mutters. "You just have to have confidence, and your clients will relax."
"Ah...right," Ospreay says, barely moving his lips. When he turns his head, Yuta presses his lips to the corner of his lips, then his lower lip, and he can feel the other man exhale shakily.
"Are you okay?" Yuta asks, flicking his eyes up to meet pretty blues. And Ospreay nods, pale lashes turned down, as he leans in and kisses Yuta himself.
The smoke mixes in Yuta's lungs and he breathes it in deep, smelling Eddie all over. In his pocket is his phone, which buzzes with another text from Daniel about how annoying his new professors are, and how much he misses going clubbing without his dads harping on him for getting his university work done. Yuta wishes he could care, he wishes he were a good friend to Daniel right now, he wishes he could focus on him.
"He ain't retiring from you, bun," Eddie says, fingers rubbing lightly up and down Yuta's arm, his other hand dropping to his lap, the cigarette smoking a thin stream of vapor up into the air. "He's just retiring from this." Eddie lifts that hand again to motion around them, and the smoke appears in a series of ribbons, twirling through the air.
He's referencing the Club, the work they do, clients. Which is fine. Yuta's not upset, he knows Bryan's growing older, he knows he wants to focus more on his reading, but. It's not any of that.
"...He seems to like the new guy a lot," Yuta says, picturing a blonde-haired, blue-eyed man with a boyish smile that was easy, a body that was toned, a sugary sweet hesitancy that reminded Yuta of Daniel. Yuta wonders if he's the only one who looks at the new guys and thinks of Daniel.
