One Hour Ago:Sands gave Murdoc a phone so he can always get a hold of the teenager. One hour ago he calls him up and asks if he knew how to pick pockets
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Sands was taken by surprise. Getting pushed around is one thing but it's rare that he's treated like a woman. The feminist in him flares up as he realizes just how little effort was given to tossing him aside. He smiles sweetly at D from the ground. One coin bag is already tucked away in the front of his skimpy little pants.
He licks his bottom lip suggestively before getting up and trying again. A very dramatic 'hummf!' is given and Sands stalks away a few feet, before turning over his shoulder and giving his best smoldering look.
The idea that Sands is a man hasn't quite occurred to him yet, as cross-dressing is rare where he comes from, except from some effeminate vampires. And if he has any weaknesses, it's women who actually talk to him. Despite his years, he lives too much like a hermit to have much experience interacting with people.
"I'm not comfortable being touched."
From near his waist, a quiet but gruff voice mutters, "That's the understatement of the year."
Sands stalks back to him, doing his best hip wiggle. He stands an arms length away in case D wants to pull a bad touching on him again. The agent laughs flirtatiously and sticks out his tongue. "You just haven't been touched by the right people." His arm comes out again and strokes the side of D's face. Sands is ready to bolt if need be.
As Sands touches him, D wants to jerk his head away. Sort of. It's hard to come across as the strong, silent type that way, though, so he tolerates it. He doesn't often let people know he's bothered.
"Most people are too smart to even try."
His left hand convulses, and then lifts of it's own accord. The little face in the palm of his hand speaks up. "This one doesn't exactly look too bright D. But hey, if she does it for you, who am I to say? I'll sit down and shut up if it'll get us out of this crazy place. So how about it?" D clenches his fist, effectively shutting the parasite up for the moment.
If Sands hoped to tantalize D, unfortunately he failed. If he wanted distance, he got it. D observes Sands closely, then turns his back on him and heads back to his seat, retrieving his sword before sitting down again. Something's off, and he shifts in his seat, trying to figure it out.
He smiles sweetly at D from the ground. One coin bag is already tucked away in the front of his skimpy little pants.
He licks his bottom lip suggestively before getting up and trying again.
A very dramatic 'hummf!' is given and Sands stalks away a few feet, before turning over his shoulder and giving his best smoldering look.
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"I'm not comfortable being touched."
From near his waist, a quiet but gruff voice mutters, "That's the understatement of the year."
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The agent laughs flirtatiously and sticks out his tongue.
"You just haven't been touched by the right people." His arm comes out again and strokes the side of D's face. Sands is ready to bolt if need be.
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"Most people are too smart to even try."
His left hand convulses, and then lifts of it's own accord. The little face in the palm of his hand speaks up. "This one doesn't exactly look too bright D. But hey, if she does it for you, who am I to say? I'll sit down and shut up if it'll get us out of this crazy place. So how about it?" D clenches his fist, effectively shutting the parasite up for the moment.
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