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[ At the very least he was pleased that he'd actually taken his hand for the shake, he might have been somewhat vulgar but he still had at least a minuscule amount of manners.

Or something. A handshake didn't make someone an upstanding citizen, did it? ]

Hook-up...?

[ One day he was really going to have to familiarise himself with all of this new slang, as it was he'd already accepted far more without truly knowing what people were talking about. Hubris is a hell of a thing.

He sat, though, at first without another word before feeling over the surface of the table. Not so clean, but it was something he would have to deal with, wasn't it? ]

I take it you're a regular here, given the fact that they knew who I was looking for without a second thought...?

[ At least it was acknowledgment that he was the same person from the network? Why bother with further introduction, gosh. ]

Kinda. Moonblessed are special people to the locals, and I'm notorious.

[ King Fuckboy, giver of public blowjobs and embarrassment to everyone. ]

I'm into blondes. Win for me.

I haven't agreed to anything, I wouldn't call it a win just yet.

[ A different type of fuckboy, someday they could make a club. It would be the worst club on the planet. Probably. ]

Tell me, is it normal for you to set up meetings like this with complete strangers? I'd say that someone might get the wrong idea, but somehow I don't think that would matter to you in the least bit.

Sure is. I'm more likely to kill the other person, so I'm not afraid of anything. But I like to fuck, I get paid for it here, and even if dudes aren't my flavor exactly, I'm cool with anything. Why'd you show up? Bored? Or are you the one who's gonna stab me this time?

[ A snort of amusement as Diego rested his elbow on the table and leaned forward just a little bit. ]

I wasn't doing anything better, so it could go either way. Men aren't exactly my first choice either, but chroma is chroma. I can, however, assure you that I won't stab you for the fun of it. You're not planning on giving me a reason to kill you, are you?

Nope. I'm used to people wanting to, and I'm really loving being here. Just aliens on an alien planet having weird sex for money and energy. Pretty cool. Taking it easy while I figure out what I wanna do here while I can. Maybe fuck some more animal people when the moons're out.

[ He flags someone down to order drinks; he's getting vodka-based stuff. ]

Order, dude.

Scotch, neat.

[ Not a second thought about what he wanted, he could have gone with gin but it was a little played out, wasn't it? Cheapened by society...? Who knows. ]

You're actually enjoying your time here, then? There's nothing that you need or want to get back to?

[ He asked as if he really had anything to look forward to if he left here, really Diego. ]

Not really. I get married in the next ten years, but time here is fucky. For now, I got my cat and a whole lot of time.

Married?

[ Someone like this? Married? That was certainly something. ]

You could always change your mind, marriage isn't all that fun in the end.

[ You say like you actually had a real marriage, Diego. ]

It's ten years. That's a long fuckin' time, dude. Besides, I went through a lot of trouble for that woman, I don't think I'll let it go to waste.

[ His dumpling are here, and he picks one up immediately. It's hot, so he hisses and drops it. ]

[ There was the quirk of his brow, faint smirk pulling at the corner of his lip as he watched him. ]

I hope she's at least worth the trouble.

[ He wasn't a good judge of that sort of thing, but there was something else that struck him as curious. ]

How is it that you know what you'll be doing in ten years? Time is definitely skewed here, but not enough that you should be able to see your future.

Oh, yeah, that part's kinda weird. Someone I know from home is here, but she's from the future? So she told me some wild shit. I don't wanna know too much, but now I'm hyped for what's coming my way. It's way cooler than a future version of yourself showing up with like, a cyborg arm, to tell you the future's fucked or whatever. She's got a cyborg arm, though, but I gave her that ages ago.

[ A cyborg arm? The more this guy talked the less that Diego thought he understood but he was trying, at the very least. ]

Who has one? The girl you're going to marry or the one that's here? Not that it particularly matters to me, but my understanding is that a cyborg is some kind of machine...

[ He could see an advantage to that, somehow, even if it wasn't important at the moment. There was something, a feeling in the pit of his stomach, perhaps envy over the fact that this man with lower morals than his own had something to go back to. ]

[ Travis visibly cringed, like something had just crapped in his mouth. ]

Fuck, no, the cyborg arm is the one that's here and she is NOT a partner for me. Thank fuck. Imagine how unlikable I'd be if I went full predator.

Are you trying to tell me that people find you likable now?

[ It was a joke, an attempt at one anyway...

The truth was that even if their interaction had been brief it was refreshing to be around someone that was so straightforward about just who they were. ]

Eat something, take that stupid look off your face.

[ As if you had never cringed in your life, Diego. ]

I think I'm cool, and that's what counts. Not what some twink says.

[ Still, he did eat, because this is a GODDAMN FOOD DATE and he's hungry. ]

[ He could comment on whether Travis was actually cool or not, but first there was the matter of that new word to address. ]

I'm sorry, twink?

[ A pause as he mulled it over, there was a food, wasn't there? Twinkies? That's what had been given to him but that was food and not a person...and he was most definitely a person. ]

You'll forgive my ignorance, but that is what exactly?

A man who's boyish-looking or kinda girly. Thin rather than big and buff or dad-looking.

[ Well, that was straightforward enough, wasn't it? Diego, however, wasn't sure that he agreed with it. Dad-looking was certainly not him, that much was for sure but to say that he looked boyish or girly...

It's not as if he's insecure. ]

...and there's not a middle ground? I hardly think I qualify as a twink.

What you think isn't always true, dude. I only kinda know the lingo, anyway. Post a poll or somethin' - am I a twink or not - and you'll find out I guess. Crowdsource that shit. Yahoo answers it.

I'm aware that what I think isn't always true, but I'm not sure that asking the opinion of others on this particular matter is the route that I would choose...

[ He'd forgotten that he'd ordered a drink and that they had brought it quite some time ago, taking it up and closing his eyes with a thoughtful hum. ]

So if I'm what's considered a twink, according to you, what does that make you? Other than a self-proclaimed libertine?

The hell's a libertine? I'm not a libertarian, also.

[ That said -- ]

I'm like, not super jacked or big and hairy or daddy, so a twink. But twinks are like, tiny girly dudes, so the term is kinda.

[ Handwave, handwave. ]

I'm not a gay guy so their lingo and shit isn't my forte. I'm just an opportunist, and I get money and pleasure from doing it with whomever.

A libertine is essentially a big slut, as you so eloquently termed it.

[ He looked him over for a moment. Jacked he was familiar with. Big and hairy was self explanatory, but daddy was another new one. That was going to be buried in the mental file labeled "things to ask Pucci", he wouldn't trouble Travis with asking another question that he didn't have the answer to. ]

I can understand the need to be an opportunist here, the balance does seem to be a little uneven so some preferences require adjustments...

[ He was still stupidly thinking about the term twink and how neither one of them seemed to fit into the category of tiny girly dudes, but dwelling on it wasn't really getting him anywhere. ]

...what is your forte, then?

Violence and video games. Why? You wanna play?

Violence I'm more than a little familiar with, video games I'm not so sure about.

[ Did it really matter whether he knew what the hell Travis was talking about? Not really but he was still enjoying the company a decent amount. ]

Though, I'm sure you've put it completely together that I'm not exactly in my element here, technologically speaking at least.

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i am really alive i swear

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