[Text] un: jackpot

[often_impaled]

Will moonlace for pizza.

[That's it, nothing else of value is texted. There's no added information, no limits listed, or preferences for that matter. The only other addition to the text is an attached picture featuring great abs and very low slung pants and little else.

Dante figures that it'll get the point across without saying anything more.]

Comments

[pushpin]

yea
me

this port just dont wanna waste time with a shitty baby storm if u catch my drift

[often_impaled]

You can make it? I'm way more impressed now.

Do you want me to swear my undying loyalty to thin crust to get you over here? Man, I'm offering your choice of moonlacing in exchange for food. That's a sweet deal, from where I'm standing.

[pushpin]

a trained mouse can make pizza
aint hard

thats cuz u got a high opinion a urself
but.....

[ his choice, huh... well... he's seldom on this end of this kind of negotiation. ]

how do u feel about a the rough life

[often_impaled]

Sure. But it doesn't mean they'll be any good at it.

Yeah. I do. Because I know what I'm worth.

[And he doesn't mind sharing his goods if it means getting fed and establishing moonlacing partners here. Even limited, his strength and regeneration need ridiculous fueling. So he needs to get himself out here in case he needs to use that power to protect people.]

I'm good for it. What do you have in mind?

[pushpin]

[ makes one of them. ]

dont really like being slapped in the face
rest is fine though
biting/scratching & bruises especially good

homemade pizza takes bout a hour & a half

[often_impaled]

[Dante sends his address and room number before responding again.]

Fair terms. You can handle it, right? I'm pretty rough.

[He doesn't want to harm someone who can't handle his strength. And he might need to tone it down.]

Pizza is worth waiting for.
The door is unlocked. Just come in when you get here.

[pushpin]

who said i was the one who hadda handle it
thats pretty presumptuous

[ don't listen to him, Dante. ]

yea fine whatever
u seem like a desperate pizza slut anyway so its fine
preheat ur oven to 200c

[ if he's making a whole-ass homemade pizza, he's doing it right — which means not transporting it after it's been cooked so they can eat it hot and ready. ]

[often_impaled]

I can play both sides. If you can dish it out, I can take it.
If that's what you're into, that is.

[This is the start of a beautiful mess.]

Fine.
I'm a whore for good pizza.
Preheating now.

[Dante is going to be so fucking spoiled.]

— action

[pushpin]

[ yeah he is. ]

whatever
ill be there in a bit

[ which is the last thing he sends before getting to work — and, eventually, turning up on Dante's door with a backpack slung over his shoulders full of a few different tupperware containers and a six pack of beer. at least he has good (?) taste. ]

[ a few hearty knocks at the door, and Guanshan's standing there in jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket; red hair spiked and tousled, face stuck in a perpetual frown even when the prospect of chroma (and getting laid) is on the horizon. ]

[often_impaled]

[Dante opens the door shirtless and clean, the blood from an earlier fight cleaned off of the floor and the place at least arranged with some attempt at neatness. Neatness for him, at least. It's an obvious bachelor's pad, a heavily damaged pool table up against a wall, stacks of questionable magazines on the floor, a massive red couch as the main furniture, and a dartboard that's better days kept as much in the wall by the darts as the mounting fixture.

It's a bit rough in here, but it suits Dante, from the dim lights to the scent of gunpowder. It's as close to his shop as he's got for now.] Make yourself at home.

[Dane doesn't know what to think. The guy doesn't seem that interested, but he brought beer and that's more than enough to get Dante excited. He'll never turn down free drinks.] Kitchen's in there. [Dante closes the door behind Guanshan when he's inside of the apartment, and then gestures towards the small kitchen. It's nothing impressive, but again, it's clean enough to cook in.]

[pushpin]

[ it's less barren than his own apartment looked shortly after his arrival, which makes it impressive in its own way. truthfully the blood wouldn't have bothered him anymore than mail scattered across a table or a full ashtray — but it would've been harder for him to make himself "at home". already he seems to take the advice with a grain of salt, shoulders pulled tense and frown deepening, but he steps in anyway. ]

[ and hands Dante a beer. it's cold — sweating from his trip, but cold. ]

Yeah.

[ so he dumps his backpack down on a counter and pulls out the containers: pizza dough rising that he tucks near the warm oven, homemade sauce, pepperoni and some veggies all sliced and beautiful, and of course cheese. build-a-bake, delivered to his own door, and Guanshan flours the surface to roll out the crust and begin stacking. ]

[ the strong silent type, but his interest is in stolen, appraising glances from the corner of his eyes as he works. hard to just ignore a fit, shirtless guy. ]

You a... warrior or somethin'? [ ah... the attempt at small talk. ]