See, Richie flirts plenty, if he senses a greenlight for it. Most men understood it immediately as a joke. Getting their goats and punching his arm to stave the onslaught, lay off man my wife's here.
And it is a joke.
And it never backfires, because the robust gay community of Los Angeles (which overlaps a hefty chunk of the Los Angeles entertainment community on a Venn diagram) can look him up and down once and mark him as a skirt chaser, and any straight man he pulls it on sees him for the shit disturber he is. But you play with matches too many times, one day you're gonna burn yourself.
Jiaoqiu can enjoy the sharp spark of surprise as he makes good on his word, stunning him stupid with a push of lips and tongue. But then the feedback loop kicks in, as does the drink, his own natural ego, and Richie rallies to meet and match him, blow for blow. Jiaoqiu can claim his chin, fine. Richie will snatch at his collar, twist it in his fist.
Good thing the bar is empty? They're kind of making out, and for a touch longer than is kosher on a dare.
[ it's the surprise that really gets him, which is unfortunate. obviously, richie is a skirt chaser. obviously he only flirts to get a rise out of other men, but jiaoqiu is two hundred years old and very, very experienced with the type of boys who never have consequences for their dumb little dares. jiaoqiu gets an immense enjoyment out of flustering people. especially when it comes to gay chicken.
past that, though, it isn't unpleasant. he likes richie. he definitely likes that twisted collar, and there's a rumble of a noise when it happens. more than anything, he thinks, if it wasn't a dare, if he didn't think richie was going to explode from embarrassment, he wouldn't mind pressing. spaghetti is only straight until you get it hot, he thinks, with an amused pulse of emotion.
but this was a dare. it's only a joke, right? a joke followed through.
when he pulls away, he is wildly pleased with himself. eyes lidded, ears pressed back just slightly, expression smug. his tail sways back and forth behind him the way a cat that's got the cream might, and he leans back, settling back against the counter.
the red ears get him to laugh, and he rests his chin in his palm again. ]
[This truly is just the prettiest JQ icon, i don't think you should waste it on Richie.
There should be more consequences for his actions. Too many people are too willing to let him rattle on. There needs to be pushback. JQ now has the highest success rate yet, though the current method is unorthodox.
Look, he's not blind and he's not numb in the mouth either. Mostly he doesn't bother considering shit. Sure, he can tell when a guy's got the charm, but even then most men slot into sub-caterogies of too-broad shoulders and hard muscle where he wants for something soft. Middling hygiene and bald spots, bodies swiftly going to seed as 40 crests above the hill. Jiaoqiu has the good fortune of being something otherwordly, stealing back youth where he ought to be ravaged by time. Besides that, he's damnably pretty. Good kisser too.
Fucking hell.]
I suppose you do.
[He'd released his collar once the fit ended and is now holding an even staring contest to waylay his sparking mind, some of the booze-born bravado fading. Is that what it was? He thinks, a little too quickly and hopefully for his own liking.
In spite of his well-schooled expression and posture, his ears only serve to betray him. Manifesting in red what emotionshare teases at.]
Ought we get you a trophy? Bet we could get it engraved — Best Use of Mouth in South-Central Paradise.
[ there are too many tops in this game that i will never use it on it's gotta get some use somewhere
it is kind of funny, to be just androgynous enough to push at those boundaries. it's mean, and it's not entirely fair, but jiaoqiu enjoys the feeling of being a brat far more than he really should. it used to get him in trouble a lot, in his younger days. maybe it still does. maybe it definitely does, based on richie's red ears, on the way he hides his fluster.
there's something satisfying about having control over one thing. he can't fight and he can't stop people from dying and he can barely get around, these days, but he can kiss a man into having a crisis. he'll take that, as rude as it is. ]
Now that would get me more than a few side-eyes. I'm not interested in being asked to drop to my knees twice a day, thank you.
[ he says, wryly. ]
There's no need to be embarrassed. [ and then, in that same little shit tone: ] I hope that wasn't your first.
The tickling amusement tugs at him. Pulls him out from his own mounting urge to make a tactical retreat. The comment following helps — he bursts out laughing, eyes closed and hand at his mouth.]
Not at your ripe age, old man. Gotta watch your joints.
[Well there's little point in fighting how his own face is reacting. His cheeks are a little hot too when he pulls out of the guffaw.]
First kiss ever? Yes it was. Will you marry me? [But no. Richie shakes his head.] I got handed too many 6 cards to count back when we had that first party. Blew a few on the lads, got asked to return the favour.
[He also just kissed Lucas for shits and giggles, but that's mostly Adolphe's fault for challenging him to a drinking contest. Good sense was a lost cause after that.]
[Oh he's fine. Richie is embarrassed but amicably so. Though he's very glad to have no witnesses either. (GET OUT OF OUR WALLS HAROLD)
Also WOW]
Oh, come off it, I know when I'm licked. [Laughing and waving off this entire line of dialogue, we are done!] And that's no euphemism for anything more, before you start. Jesus Christ.
You'll have to find some nice gentleman to use those moves on, stop wasting it on me.
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See, Richie flirts plenty, if he senses a greenlight for it. Most men understood it immediately as a joke. Getting their goats and punching his arm to stave the onslaught, lay off man my wife's here.
And it is a joke.
And it never backfires, because the robust gay community of Los Angeles (which overlaps a hefty chunk of the Los Angeles entertainment community on a Venn diagram) can look him up and down once and mark him as a skirt chaser, and any straight man he pulls it on sees him for the shit disturber he is. But you play with matches too many times, one day you're gonna burn yourself.
Jiaoqiu can enjoy the sharp spark of surprise as he makes good on his word, stunning him stupid with a push of lips and tongue. But then the feedback loop kicks in, as does the drink, his own natural ego, and Richie rallies to meet and match him, blow for blow. Jiaoqiu can claim his chin, fine. Richie will snatch at his collar, twist it in his fist.
Good thing the bar is empty? They're kind of making out, and for a touch longer than is kosher on a dare.
Then he pulls back.]
...
[His ears go a little red.]
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past that, though, it isn't unpleasant. he likes richie. he definitely likes that twisted collar, and there's a rumble of a noise when it happens. more than anything, he thinks, if it wasn't a dare, if he didn't think richie was going to explode from embarrassment, he wouldn't mind pressing. spaghetti is only straight until you get it hot, he thinks, with an amused pulse of emotion.
but this was a dare. it's only a joke, right? a joke followed through.
when he pulls away, he is wildly pleased with himself. eyes lidded, ears pressed back just slightly, expression smug. his tail sways back and forth behind him the way a cat that's got the cream might, and he leans back, settling back against the counter.
the red ears get him to laugh, and he rests his chin in his palm again. ]
I win.
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There should be more consequences for his actions. Too many people are too willing to let him rattle on. There needs to be pushback. JQ now has the highest success rate yet, though the current method is unorthodox.
Look, he's not blind and he's not numb in the mouth either. Mostly he doesn't bother considering shit. Sure, he can tell when a guy's got the charm, but even then most men slot into sub-caterogies of too-broad shoulders and hard muscle where he wants for something soft. Middling hygiene and bald spots, bodies swiftly going to seed as 40 crests above the hill. Jiaoqiu has the good fortune of being something otherwordly, stealing back youth where he ought to be ravaged by time. Besides that, he's damnably pretty. Good kisser too.
Fucking hell.]
I suppose you do.
[He'd released his collar once the fit ended and is now holding an even staring contest to waylay his sparking mind, some of the booze-born bravado fading. Is that what it was? He thinks, a little too quickly and hopefully for his own liking.
In spite of his well-schooled expression and posture, his ears only serve to betray him. Manifesting in red what emotionshare teases at.]
Ought we get you a trophy? Bet we could get it engraved — Best Use of Mouth in South-Central Paradise.
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it is kind of funny, to be just androgynous enough to push at those boundaries. it's mean, and it's not entirely fair, but jiaoqiu enjoys the feeling of being a brat far more than he really should. it used to get him in trouble a lot, in his younger days. maybe it still does. maybe it definitely does, based on richie's red ears, on the way he hides his fluster.
there's something satisfying about having control over one thing. he can't fight and he can't stop people from dying and he can barely get around, these days, but he can kiss a man into having a crisis. he'll take that, as rude as it is. ]
Now that would get me more than a few side-eyes. I'm not interested in being asked to drop to my knees twice a day, thank you.
[ he says, wryly. ]
There's no need to be embarrassed. [ and then, in that same little shit tone: ] I hope that wasn't your first.
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The tickling amusement tugs at him. Pulls him out from his own mounting urge to make a tactical retreat. The comment following helps — he bursts out laughing, eyes closed and hand at his mouth.]
Not at your ripe age, old man. Gotta watch your joints.
[Well there's little point in fighting how his own face is reacting. His cheeks are a little hot too when he pulls out of the guffaw.]
First kiss ever? Yes it was. Will you marry me? [But no. Richie shakes his head.] I got handed too many 6 cards to count back when we had that first party. Blew a few on the lads, got asked to return the favour.
[He also just kissed Lucas for shits and giggles, but that's mostly Adolphe's fault for challenging him to a drinking contest. Good sense was a lost cause after that.]
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You're not so terrible at it. [ hehe. ] You should really know better than to challenge a fox.
[ teasing. but it's also sort of a check. sorry he took you up on your challenge, but also it was funny and he didn't exactly hate doing it. ]
Unfortunately for you, I'm married to my job. You'll have to find those other men you blew and ask them.
[ that is NOT what he said ]
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[Oh he's fine. Richie is embarrassed but amicably so. Though he's very glad to have no witnesses either. (GET OUT OF OUR WALLS HAROLD)
Also WOW]
Oh, come off it, I know when I'm licked. [Laughing and waving off this entire line of dialogue, we are done!] And that's no euphemism for anything more, before you start. Jesus Christ.
You'll have to find some nice gentleman to use those moves on, stop wasting it on me.
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Oh, I don't think it was wasted. But noted. I've no other gentlemen to woo, so. [ takes another drink. yolo. ]