ic fmk: sing edition

[singhelpers]

Fuck (kiss), marry, or kill


— post your a toplevel for your character or throw three people's names out into the ether
— decide which one your character would like to fuck (or hug for the wee ones), marry, or kill
— respond appropriately
— shenanigans ensue

Comments

Edward Little | The Terror

[fidior]

[ What kind of horrible game is this............ ]

[pacificator]

......Yeah, okay. Would be down for some Amorous Congress.

[ Definitely before any wedding bells start ringing, Jesus, Little! ]

[fidior]

[ SHE'S TEASING HIM TO GET A RISE.... He knows it....!

He's still flushing brilliantly! ]

I'm not sure I know what you mean, Miss Earp....

[ You can't just keep saying that, Little. ]

[pacificator]

You might have to close your eyes, though. Just seeing my ass in jeans almost did you in, who knows what would happen if you saw me without clothes?

[ Teasing, check. Getting a rise, double check. Anything else... is for her to know and Jopson to tease out her later. ]

[fidior]

[ h e l p ]

I should not disrespect your character by even entertaining such a thought, Miss Earp!

[pacificator]

Not even a thought, huh?

I must be losing my touch.

[moralabsolutism]

[Forget playing it, he's staying in the corner with Little and they can both think about how this is the worst.]

[fidior]

[ It's a good place to be! Safe! Fancy some tea....? ]

Re: Edward Little | The Terror

[flambeaux]

You're a kind man, the kind one could settle down and do laundry and taxes with.

[fidior]

[ O-oh... that's very nice to hear, actually. ]

I'm afraid marriage is not quite an option for someone like me, but I appreciate the sentiment greatly. I could say much the same of you, good sir.

[flambeaux]

Thank you for the glowin' endorsement. It's all hypothetical, of course.

[ You know, because Louis is very absolutely straight, nothing to see here, nope. ]

[guidemyway]

...You know.

It's a real toss up between handshake and kill.

[fidior]

[ WH- THOSE TWO THINGS?! ]

I... perhaps, have I done something to deserve retaliation....?

[desperate_times_right]

No offence but could you imagine fucking anyone here at all without dying instantly?

[fidior]

[ The way he literally just learned from March what "fuck" means in this context.... which means he's flushing, furiously. How are these people all so okay just throwing the word around like this.... ]

Such thoughts are inappropriate to even consider....! I should even say such terms are... not meant for public conversation...

[desperate_times_right]

Yeah, that's kind of what I expected. You can talk about stuff without doing it, you know.

[fidior]

But... does it not insinuate to reveal one's intentions? Or one's..... desires?

[ Not everything has to be A Big Deal, Little... ]

[castitas]

I mean, it's totally hug.

But for what it's worth, I do think you'd probably make someone real happy if you married them.

[fidior]

Ah — that is very kind of you to say. Such things as marriage are not quite.... meant for me, but I appreciate your sentiment.

[castitas]

Hey, you never know? Like, never say 'never'.

[fidior]

[ He gives a soft smile. It isn't something he's spoken about much. ]

Much of it.. is because of my service. Senior officers are not meant for union. One could say that I am to remain married to that, instead.

...It is all right, though. I always accepted that.

[salamanca]

[ Oh poor buddy. Lalo doesn't know you, but he can tell from your responses to other people that you're not cut out for this.

Fortunately you're a fellow Edward, so he'll be nice. Lalo grins. ]

Handshake! [ It's the option he's been offering to other men when he feels like even a hug might be crossing some lines. ]

[fidior]

[ Ah, now that is something that is certainly much more within his comfort zone! Relieved, Edward will offer a gloved hand to do just that, and giving a soft exhale of breath. ]

That sounds ideal. I haven't the faintest idea how people manage to play this..... "game" and keep their senses about them.

[salamanca]

[ Lalo will happily shake his head back. ]

Take a deep breath. Relax. [ He demonstrates. Lets his chest puff out as in hales, then shrink down as he exhales. ] It might help to think of it like this: did you ever play pretend when you were a kid?

[fidior]

[ Ah — this is something he's been exposed to once, here! By someone else trying to help him breathe... He's frequently so nervous....

So he follows the demonstration, in and then out, slowly... Once again, it helps. ]

Pretend...? Ah yes, my sisters in particular would play such games and often liked to draw me into them....

[ Pretending that he was their husband or whatnot, as children do... ]