#variant evans

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Would you rather kiss Frank or Chris?

“I’d be too worried about Frank biting my lips off! Then again… Chris looks like the kind of guy who’d crush me in a heart beat. Hrmm… I guess Chris. One quick smooch on the top of his head before scurrying back into the ventilation system! Can’t get me there.”

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💐

Those bright blue eyes of his were locked upon the bouquet of flowers being held out to him.

Now, he knew Gluskin was quite the gentleman. The way he spoke, walked, dressed; that much was obvious. But at the same time, Evans knew he was also a very dangerous man. And so, for now, he stayed put in the safety of the ventilation shaft entrance. Watching the large man with wide eyes.

He had done quite a good job surviving this long. He didn’t want to start losing parts now.

The flowers in question were wilted; probably taken from someone’s office, or plucked up from outside. The once white petals dotted with dirt and flecks of blood. The scars upon Evans’ face crinkled slightly as he flashed the older man a toothy smile. No point being rude about the offer of flowers.

But the blond was still going to very cautious.

“I’m flattered. Though I don’t have a vase to put them in!” Hand fidgeting with the bandanna around his neck, he cocked his head to one side. “Thank you for the offer though.”

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Choose one person for the rest of your life to get fucked by

“But… what if I don’t want to be fucked? This sounds like a terrible idea.”

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"You look lonely. Want to talk to me?"

Evans had been crouched down outside in the yard, watching a line of ants go by, when he heard a voice. He glanced up; noticing someone behind the safety of the chain link fence. Someone talking to him? Wasn’t every day that happened.

The patient tilted his head. “Talk?” He repeated, before looking back down towards the ants. “I have nothing interesting to talk about… and I’m not lonely. Got these guys to hang out with.”

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O///O

5. Your muse finds mine tied up in his room.

Evans was starting to wonder when Ian would get here. He had been tied up like this for what felt like forever; and he was growing rather bored. Evans was half tempted to just bite his way out of these ropes.

But finally the door opened, revealing Ian. Who looked over him with surprise. “Took your time.” Evans huffed, cocking his head to the side as he looked down his rather naked body. “I thought we could try and spice things up. Though don’t get used to this; being restrained.. is a little weird for me.”

With his hands tied above his head, Evans tapped his fingers against one another. “You coming or what?”

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SPIT IT OUT!????

Well… if Waylon insisted.

“I really like your butt!” Evans found himself declaring rather loudly, looking all manner of embarrassed for a moment. Park’s rather surprised look was pretty amusing to the other blond, but still, Evans didn’t make a habit of saying such things out loud.

Though it was true. Park did have quite a nice backside.

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O///O

2. Your muse catches mine naked.

Evans was beyond grimey. But at last, he had found somewhere to clean up. A rarity indeed; it would no doubt draw others desperate for a wash. And so Evans was going to make the most out of it while he could. Discarding his bloodied clothes, he quickly twisted the tap on, allowing the cold water to run.

Shame there wasn’t any hot water, but it was better then nothing.

He was in the process of scrubbing himself down when the sound of running water obviously caught someone’s attention. Hearing footsteps, Evans quickly turned his head around to look towards the intruder.

"Oh… hello Maggie." The variant glanced towards the young lady. "I’ll only be a moment."