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[Horst is sitting on the wall, and he lies back and sets the PCD down behind him. It can catch sight of the moon overhead and, sometimes, Horst's hands. Sewing.]

You know, it's summer and I'm sleeping quite a bit more--consider it my hibernation period. But that's really not much of an excuse not to get to know all these newcomers, especially with so many people leaving....

I'm Horst Cabal. I run a bar, sometimes. I'm going to start a school--everyone is welcome to attend or teach a class.

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WELL UST DESERVES SMUTTY ICONS TOO

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Well I was just going to bribe you.

What are you implying I want to do to you, alone in the woods, Yuca?

YOU KNOW, EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[A long pause. And then-]

Put your shirt back on.

[THIS ICON. THIS ICON EXACTLY.]

IT KEEPS THEM HAPPY.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He grins mischievously, with his fangs glinting a bit]

Come and make me~

Besides. It's hot out. Be glad I have a stitch on at all.

I KNOW IT MAKES ME HAPPY

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I think that Adstring has enough nudists without you contributing.

[After a pause of contemplation.]

Was that an invitation, Horst?

AS IT SHOULD THIS IS LIKE THE HAPPY MAKER THREAD

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Always. Are you thinking of accepting, Herr Collabell?

GDI HORST STOP USING ALL OF YOUR SEXY ICONS IT'S HARD TO PLAY

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Mm, perhaps.

[Part of their married life still hasn't quite escaped him. He likes spending time with Horst, likes talking to him- he doesn't mind being physically close to him.]

Though that's an awful long trip just to force you to wear a shirt.

/TROLL FACE 8D

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Well, if I come to you I'll force you not to wear one. Those are your options, I'm afraid. Wear your shirt and we'll both sweat, or enjoy cool freedom with me.

NOOOOOO

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I don't look very good without a shirt, Horst.

[Smirking at him.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Don't be shy. For one thing, it's perfectly normal for two male friends to sit around in the heat of summer, shirtless.

For another...[He returns that smirk] I know better.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

At three in the morning, Horst?

[He laughs though.]

I'm thin, have little muscle tone, and there are significant scars over my chest and back. If you can genuinely tell me that you find that attractive, then I'll leave right now.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Yucaaa are you really going to make him admit this out loud?]

...I genuinely find you attractive.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

...really?

[He totally is. And he's giggling.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Hey.

What, you think I pin every priest to a wall or make out with them on a beach?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Just the ones you like.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He grins]

Well there you go, then.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca scoffs.]

Fine. I'll be there in half an hour.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I'll see you soon.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[The feed clicks off.]



[[ooc: offline or handwave?]]

[OFFLINE]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst waits for him outside, as he usually does for his late night visitors. He is, as expected, very shirtless.]

[OFFLINE]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He smiles bashfully when he finally sees him, shaking his head.]

And here I thought you'd come to your senses and put your clothes back on.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Not for a moment!

[He stands]

In fact, I took something else off. Just for you.

[See his feet? They're now naked, too.]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Right.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Is there a reason you're out here with your shirt and shoes off?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

It's night. Time to be comfortable. The better question is, why are you so dressed up?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Because unlike some, I prefer to preserve my modesty.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He tugs lightly on Yuca's shirt, straightens his collar]

Why? You're not a nun. And if you were that would be even worse for you, given my clergy and nunnery fetish.