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

[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... ]

[desperate_times_right]

Would that really be so bad? You can think someone is attractive and even say so without it being a big deal, you know? Like, I don't think I'd actually fuck you because I don't think you could handle it but you're not a bad-looking guy, yeah? Nice eyes, good bone structure. Some people even go for the shivering purse dog thing.

[fidior]

[ This entire response might make him pass the fuck out. This is almost More than anything Wynonna's ever said to him. Almost. ]

Purse... dog...? I don't...

[ Send help a woman complimented him. Physically. ]

To admit attraction is... far too brazen. And besides, such things are not.. for me.

[desperate_times_right]

[Oh right. Victorian.] Don't worry about it.

“Such things”? You've never even seen a person you like looking at?

[fidior]

[ Chloe please.... He is trembling in his greatcoat right now.... Flushed at the tips of his ears.... ]

I suppose I can say that I have appreciated the beauty of a person, from an appropriate distance of course, but— I would not say it is enjoyment, or anything that could ever progress to enjoyment.

[desperate_times_right]

[Please, the blushing makes him so much cuter, she's like a shark smelling blood in the water.]

Nothing that could ever progress to enjoyment? Don't you ever think about people when you're... by yourself?

[fidior]

[ MADAM, PLEASE STOP THIS ]

I— I'm sure I don't know what you mean.....! I have much to do, there is no time for any sort of... idle thoughts at all.

[desperate_times_right]

Come on. You guys might not be my area of study but I know you had shore leave.

[fidior]

I assure you, I have no interest in such matters... My head and heart are devoted to my service.

[desperate_times_right]

And you never wanted to like… make little sailors?

[fidior]

Are you referring to...............







....children?

[ He seems a bit scared of the word itself.... ]

[desperate_times_right]

[That answers her question probably, but she's got to poke at him a little.]

Yeah. The empire’s not going to perpetuate itself, right?

[fidior]

[ It's a strange thought. One he doesn't really look too far into, especially now. ]

Such things are perhaps better left to others. I fear I have no such options for the future, considering I am.... deceased.

[ He's dead as fuck. And currently poisoned.... his sperm's probably rotten. This is cursed ]

[desperate_times_right]

Okay, yeah, the perspective here is weird. But before all that happened, you never even thought about it?

[fidior]

It simply wasn't a thought that occupied my time, I suppose. Upon my promotions, I knew it meant I would likely not marry or have children.

[ He'd been appointed to an officer's rank as a young man, and so never really entertained the thought of a family, he supposes. It's... strange to think about now. ]

Children do seem rather... lively. I'm not certain I would be suitable for such a role as fatherhood.

[desperate_times_right]

[This guy is funny and heartbreaking in equal measures, it's a talent.]

Well, good call there. It's no fun to grow up without your dad around. Can't imagine it's that much harder than wrangling those other guys from home, though.

But! If you're looking at all that from the perspective of not having a future to give a family, then you don't have to worry about your career, right? You could have some fun here.

[fidior]

[ "Fun"...? Like... courting someone? Or... just Amorous Congress... Either way.... ]

Such things do not seem much like fun to me, but rather stressful.... I don't know much about those matters, madam.

[desperate_times_right]

No one’s born knowing about it, I'm sure you could figure it out. Maybe you could like… relax a bit if you got some endorphins.

[fidior]

Endorphins....?

[ He's almost afraid to ask. Is this... some sexual term... ]

[desperate_times_right]

Oh, uh, they're hormones or something. You know how you feel good if you work hard? It's kind of like that.

[fidior]

[ "Hormones"...? Sorry, Chloe. He missed the boat (...pun...) on literally all of this. ]

Something that affects how one feels...? Forgive me, but that sounds distressing...

[desperate_times_right]

[Chloe’s not even Christian, but good lord.]

No, it's - your body makes it naturally. Don't worry about it.