[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

[often_impaled]

Yeah, I do. It's a little classier than my usual fare, but good.

[wearingguess]

It's classy?? I had no idea. I only started ordering it because I liked the name!

Well, if I order now, it will be ready in fifteen to thirty minutes. Where shall I bring it?

[often_impaled]

Back home it is, that's the nice stuff. They don't put a lot of cheese on it, it's never greasy, usually better made than what I get from delivery.

I'm fine with waiting. [He sends his address and room number soon after.]

[wearingguess]

[ eighteen minutes later, there's a knock at the door... it's a petite blond wearing an oversized pastel sweater (fashion!!) and carrying a pizza box from which emanates the enticing scent of fresh basil. ]

[often_impaled]

[Dante opens the door, and tilts his head at his company. He has absolutely no clue what to think of his guest. He doesn't know if this is someone male, female, both? Neither? Much less what age they are, they seem young, but it's kind of hard to tell...

But his guest came bearing the pizza, and that's good enough. And it smells phenomenal.]

Hey. Make yourself at home. [Dante gestures inside, the bachelor's pad is clean enough, with a damaged pool table, a huge red couch, and a dart board on the wall. It's definitely not the coziest looking place, but it'll do.] Need a drink?

[wearingguess]

I'd love one! What happened to that pool table? —By the way, I am Titus Alexius.

[ his voice probably doesn't do much to solve the mystery of his gender, but the name might! anyway, he doesn't hesitate to get comfy on the couch and open up the pizza box. ]

Do you mind if I eat some of this?

[often_impaled]

I've got soda, water, and beer. The beer is a little better than the usual junk, the soda tastes like crap, and I'm not sure if the water is laced or not. [Dante pauses, and shrugs deeply.] Y'know, it's Lunatia. It's probably best to assume everything's laced with something. [He's not above giving another minor a drink, Dante's not booze legal back home when it comes down to it.] The pool table was in that shape when I got it. [Which is why he could afford it.] I figure if I get it repaired, it'll be perfect for the joint. Just gotta find a jukebox afterwards and I'm set.

[Titus seems male, but Dante's not going to make any assumptions just yet. And he's not sure if he cares, either way. Titus is friendly enough, and they're quick to get comfortable and doesn't seem stiff at all. Which is more than good enough for Dante.] Help yourself. [Dante comes back with the drinks, and flops down on the couch hard. At least the couch is sturdy, it obviously takes a beating from him.]