Todd Jensen

Ex Professional Soccer Player, and Dominant.

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fairgroveangel:

“Oh! That’s where I’ve heard your name!” Angel exclaimed, feeling a little dense for having missed it. He didn’t follow sports that closely, but he had at least known that. “I’m sorry to hear that an injury took you out of it, though. I’m sure you loved it. I know I love what I do.” He offered Todd a warm smile and after a few seconds it finally dawned on him that they were secluded off in the pantry by themselves. Angel but his lip and looked up at the other man, not sure what to do now.

Todd chuckled, and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I know not everybody follows baseball, especially these days,” he smiled, patting Angel on the arm, in a friendly manner. “I did love it, it was some of the best days of my life. I’m glad you love what you do, though, because you’re really good at it,” he complimented Angel, looking over the other man slightly. “So, I’m guessing you’re a mentor too?”

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Home Movies - Todd/Noah

Todd was a little concerned for Noah after the submissive’s message. He knew the boy was missing his brothers, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it. He was happy to let Noah have some fun with his large screen television, knowing that the submissive loved movies. Todd didn’t have much of a collection, but he had no problem getting whatever Noah wanted.

He wanted Noah to feel comfortable in Todd’s apartment, in case he ever wanted another place to go. He figured there couldn’t be enough safe places for a submissive to have, after all.

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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noahduval:

PM: About my brothers, Sir?

PM: Whatever you’d like, Noah.

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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noahduval:

PM: Really Sir? Do…you have a big TV?

PM: Fifty-five inches, but we need to talk first. Deal?

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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noahduval:

PM: I…well, what would we do, Sir?

PM: We can talk about your desire to talk to your brothers, and maybe I could let you rummage through my movie collection.

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fairgroveangel:

“Thank you,” Angel grinned, the praise hitting on more than one level. Even if it hadn’t been intended that way. The smile was gorgeous and he dipped his head a little. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Todd. That name sounds…familiar. Forgive me, but I can’t seem to place it.” Honestly, Angel had thrown himself into his career so fully that a lot of the world had happened around him.

“You’re welcome,” Todd said, smiling back at the other man. He was sweet, with his grinning face, and because he was a local, Todd figured it was more likely that he was a fellow mentor. “Ah, I was a baseball player. You might’ve heard my name over the years,” Todd said, with a small shrug. “I had to quit early because of an injury.”

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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noahduval:

PM: Yes Sir. If…If it’s not too trouble, then we could, please.

PM: It’s never too much trouble, Noah. Would you like to come to my apartment?

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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noahduval:

PM: I’m sure Sir. I just…I miss my brothers and stuff, and I’m starting to feel…o-out of place again.

PM: Would you like to contact them somehow? Let’s meet up, and we can talk about this.

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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noahduval:

PM: Erm. I…I mostly spent it down in the movie room. I love movies so I wasn’t upset about that or anything, Sir.

PM: You don’t seem too sure about that, Noah. Is something wrong? You can tell me, it won’t go any further.

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fairgroveangel:

Angel nearly hit his head on a shelf at the sight of the other man. It hadn’t scared him, just…surprised him for a moment. He definitely hadn’t expected to meet anyone that looked like that in the house. “I–uh, yeah. I’m Angel. Angel Torres, owner and head chef of The Neighborhood Kitchen,” he said with a nod, hoping the other man hadn’t picked up on his hint of awkwardness. He held out his hand. “May I ask who you are?”

Todd winced when the other man almost hit his head, hoping he hadn’t scared the other man. That definitely wasn’t the reaction he was looking for. “Oh, of course you are! I love that place, you’re a very skilled man,” Todd smiled, praising Angel easily. He truly did love the food at The Neighborhood Kitchen. “Sure, I’m sorry. I’m Todd Jensen,” he said simply, finding that he enjoyed it more and more when someone didn’t recognize him.

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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noahduval:

PM: I’m okay, Sir. Did…you have a good weekend?

PM: I did, thank you. Did you?

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PM: Hello, Sir.

PM: Hello, Noah. How are you?

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fairgroveangel:

Angel certainly felt better after speaking with Tucker about the rumors being printed in the paper. He’d more or less already assumed they were baseless, but one could never be too careful with charitable donations. He felt so much better in fact that the Dominant had convinced him to invest even more resources in the Home–his time. It took a few days of arranging his schedule before it was possible, but finally, he was able to visit the house properly. Angel made his way into the kitchen because he knew it was the heart of any home and he’d have the best luck to meet the Residents when they stopped in for something to eat. He’d just popped his head into the pantry when he heard footsteps behind him and he turned around with a smile on his face. “Hey there,” he greeted.

Todd had managed to miss breakfast and hadn’t stopped off on the way to the House, so his first stop was to the kitchen before he tracked Noah down to see how the young submissive was doing. He toyed with the idea of making Noah something to eat before looking for him, but he dismissed that idea since he didn’t know if the guy had eaten already or not.

He stepped into the pantry, and smiled when he saw a handsome guy standing there. “Hi,” he said, wondering if the newcomer was a resident, or not. Then, he paused. “Wait, haven’t I seen you in town somewhere?”

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dominic-the-dom:

Interesting choice.

I’m Dominic, by the way. I don’t think we’ve met yet.

What about you?

I’m Todd. It’s a pleasure, Dominic.

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dominic-the-dom:

A game night could be fun. Which type do you prefer?

Ah, tough question. I think I’ll have to go with table-top, though.

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tuckerwarner:

I think that’s an excellent idea. We have that game room downstairs, and we could make an event out of it, maybe. A casino not but not…if that makes any sense at all.

It’s nice to see ideas for bonding. This is a community after all.

How’ve you been, Todd?

That sounds great, we can definitely use that room. I guess it depends what times of games everyone wants to play, I don’t mind picking up a few consoles for the house.

I’ve been okay, thanks. How about you?

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In the spirit of movie night, would anyone be interested if I organized some kind of gaming night? Video games, table-top, whatever anyone likes. Just let me know.