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[foreversembrace]

INVENTORY:


-A futuristic looking collar the aliens use to control their human pets will be already on his neck on arrival. The color (green or red) indicates the wearer’s mood. It’s not explicitly told how the collars work, but I’m choosing to play it as the “wearer/owner” of the collar cannot remove it themselves under any circumstance, but it can be removed by others. Wearer is likely subject to something akin to an electric shock or worse if they try to tamper with it.Can also be worn around the mouth as a form of gag.
-An electric guitar. It’s make and model seem like nothing from earth, and it likely works (somehow) on its own without needing an external power source (idk it’s aliens)
-A flower crown made from the fake flowers from Anakt Garden
-A pair of modern clothing from "home", the outfit he wears with the spray-painted shirt

Comments

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Flamebringer snort-laughs and takes Till's hand, then pushes his shells back to him.]

It's a date. Let me get it, yeah? You can get the next one.

[Let's pay and blow this popsicle stand.]

[foreversembrace]

[A date...another date.

Before Till has time to process that, Flamebringer is both taking his hand and offering to pay for their meal, which he isn't going to argue. Mostly because he's distracted by his hand being held.

Ough. Is this legal. Holding hands...with a GUY...]

Y...yeah, okay...

[Time to walk out with Flamebringer and realize he feels very small next to him, somehow exacerbated by the fact they're holding hands. And also boyfriends, now.

H-]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Cute. He will hold Till's hands as they go back, then.]

You're cute, y'know. Did you leave room for that cake I made you? You can say no, it's a cake, it'll be there tomorrow.

[foreversembrace]

[Stop you can't call him cute that's gay, you're GAY.]

I didn't eat that much, so...we can have some.

[And Till loves sweets, so he's not going to turn down the opportunity to have cake. Especially his favorite cake.

Anyway, I'm going to be nice to him and say that Faust and Mephisto are not home right now because can you imagine what a disaster that would be. It's just Till and Flamebringer slipping into the house, with Till pushing the door shut behind him with the edge of his heel.]

C'mon, I left it in the fridge.

[thebladebringstheflame]

Right behind you.

[Right behind him staring at his ass—]

[foreversembrace]

[Meanwhile Till, unaware that his ass is being Stared At, grabs the cake from the fridge and brings it over to the table.]

You...want something to drink?

[He's sorry he isn't good at this.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

Sure, if you're offering. Just a water, if that's cool.

[He's sitting down at the table, but he sits in chairs wrong so the back of it is off to the side.]

[foreversembrace]

[Water it is! He'll bring back a soda for himself because I have a feeling he'd probably be obsessed with soda after discovering it exists. It's sweet and spicy, like fuck yeah.

They're also two peas in a pod in that regard, because Till doesn't sit in chairs right either. Time for cake!]

...thanks for taking me out, by the way. I had fun.

[thebladebringstheflame]

Glad I still know how to take cute guys on dates, then.

[They're eating cake, but Flamebringer's mind is wandering, sooooo while they eat:]

So. I'm not your first kiss, obviously. I don't even think I got to you first when you played spin the bottle way back when and had a crisis. [So not this last time, but the first time.] But am I your first proper date?

[foreversembrace]

[Till stabs into his cake with his fork, taking a bite for himself before he answers...shifting a little in his seat. Clearly a bit embarrassed.]

I've never dated or...gone out with anyone before, so. Yeah.

[Flamebringer is going to be a LOT of his firsts as it turns out!]

[thebladebringstheflame]

Wow. I'm popping a cherry here. [Flamebringer.] What about...

[He playfully kicks the toe of Till's foot with his.]

Can I be your first lay too?

[foreversembrace]

[So, you'll have to forgive him...he's never been outside. He was just born, etc. The gears are turning VERY hard in his head right now. His mouth opens, gaping like a fish, working soundlessly for a moment before he manages to speak.]

My...my first-

[...]

Does that mean...?

[Yes Till it means exactly what you think it means.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Flamebringer is almost purring over here. That's... probably what the growly noise he makes in the back of his throat can be described as, anyway.]

If you want. No pressure. I promise I won't be too rough with you your first time.

[foreversembrace]

[Till looks a little shellshocked, but not in a bad way. Like he can't even believe this is happening right now. He never thought he'd even be propositioned by a girl, much less another man. And now that there's actual interest there?

He feels it, in his bones. It makes him a little fidgety, if the way he wiggles a little in his seat is anything to go by.]

I...mm. Maybe we could, like...

[He pokes his cake with the fork, looking like he's having trouble finding the words without sounding like a dumbass.]

Kiss....n'fool around...see where it goes?

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Unfortunately, Flamebringer is the type to fuck on the first date.]

We can do whatever you want, babe. You just gotta tell me "yes" or "no" sometimes.

[But they should probably finish eating first unless they want to eat cake off of each other's asses and that sounds like a less than fun way to eat cake, so.]

[foreversembrace]

I can do that, trust me.

[Can you?? Because sometimes your ass gets so flustered.

Well, in that case, Till is no longer just poking at his cake but instead inhaling it in a way that kindof betrays him. Like yeah uh huh you're nervous but you're not so nervous that you aren't eager to get your hole plundered-]

[thebladebringstheflame]

Mmhm.

[Flamebringer is sitting there watching this with his chin in his hand. Till is Nervous, sure. Nervous people definitely inhale their cake so they can get onto the main act, yep.]

So, are we engaging in heavy petting on the couch, or do you prefer your room?

[foreversembrace]

[The couch? You mean the couch that Mephisto or Faust could very much catch them on if they were to walk in at any moment? Lol lmao-

Till stiffens and shakes his head quickly, having already stuffed the rest of the cake in his mouth. He is not even paying attention as to whether or not Flamebringer is done when he suddenly stands and pushes his chair back from the table.]

Room. Definitely room.