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▓ Martini 11 ▓ // (forward dated after B's capture) There are worse things, perverse things // [vid]
[Cabin fever was a dangerous thing. Especially when it came to a certain Canadian. Since the announcement of B's arrest and capture, Wallace decided that hey, it was time to celebrate. All this doom and gloom needed shifting, and nothing broke the ice like a little bit of filthy humour. So he'd buried himself in the kitchen, (avoiding the dishwasher at all costs -- nngh corpses), and started baking. There was a batch of cookies already in the oven, but there was something.. a little off about the shaping and decorations of the already completed batch. The pilot for what he was about to do. Appearing on the network he grinned, not that outright annoying kind no one wants to see at a time like this, but it was assuring.]
Hey. We need some downtime and I've got just the idea. [Picking up a cookie, it's shape is ambiguous before it comes into focus. It's a boob biscuit, complete with icing and chocolate chip nipples. Because hey, to the general public boobs are more acceptable than peens, lord knows why.] I've got jugs, junk or butts, whatever floats your boat guys. Ya wann'em, they're in the kitchen with me.
Oh! and I've got a batch cooking now if you wanna decorate your own.
[He turns off the feed, content his job was done and turns to the iPod dock he'd dragged in from his room. Inappropriate music ahoy.]m
Hey. We need some downtime and I've got just the idea. [Picking up a cookie, it's shape is ambiguous before it comes into focus. It's a boob biscuit, complete with icing and chocolate chip nipples. Because hey, to the general public boobs are more acceptable than peens, lord knows why.] I've got jugs, junk or butts, whatever floats your boat guys. Ya wann'em, they're in the kitchen with me.
Oh! and I've got a batch cooking now if you wanna decorate your own.
[He turns off the feed, content his job was done and turns to the iPod dock he'd dragged in from his room. Inappropriate music ahoy.]m
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Now that depends entirely on what you're willing to do to get out of this~
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Well, let's hear your ideas.
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For one you could suck it up and accept you're now my bitch out of your own ignorance. Or.. I could just let you take this as a cautionary tale just so long as you agree to meet with me once.
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Seeing as the chances of the former happening are close to zero, let's move on to your latter suggestion. I'm assuming that this meeting doesn't count.
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You sure you're gonna like the latter any better?
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[2/2]
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[He leans over and grabs a boob cookie to emphasize his point.]
I do have a girlfriend.
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I can turn any guy I want. Proven fact. You really think a girlfriend matters?
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Perhaps. Perhaps not. But remember, pheromone week doesn't count.
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I don't need the Author's influence to make me any better at what I do. I've got ten years of experience and never once has it failed me. But the fact is, if you weren't interested you wouldn't be encouraging, now would you?
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Extrapolate whatever meaning you like. It's all the same to me.
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Though the final hint was his thumb delicately brushing over Light's bottom lip. Looking from his eyes, to his lips, then back up again.]
We'll have to see won't we?
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2/3 /God I am awful at predicting these
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If you say so.
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Not so fast, hot shot.
[In a rather smooth turn Wallace manages to link his arm through Light's and uses his momentum against him. Once again he has Light pinned against the wall, but this time? He's blocking him in completely with both forearms pressed against either side of his head.]
I've gotta wonder about the state of affairs with your girlfriend if you're so open with your flirting.
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Don't flatter yourself. It's unbecoming.
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Perhaps when it feels like I'm not romancing your ego, but you, I'll consider it.
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[Catching Wallace's chin with one hand, and forcing him further back into the wall with the other, Light gently rests his forehead against Wallace's.]
Try harder.
[He lets go of Wallace to twists his body around to break free of his grip.]
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No, this seems more like a rendition of the masochism tango right now.
[Almost to prove a point he hooks his leg around Light's forcing them both to the ground. It felt more like he was acting like a piece of ivy sticking to him at this point. A battle for dominance. Straddling his hips he gives him a victorious smug look.]
I'd get to the romancing, but really, out in public? Anyone could see us like this.
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And what- god, you're heavy- ever happened to flowers and sweet nothings as a means of courting? Not that I want these things from you, you understand.
[The words are offered as a distraction. Light's hands snake up towards Wallace's midsection, as he uses the centrifugal force of his whole body turning to pin Wallace's back against the floor. A perfect role reversal. He offers his own cocky smile, as he casually shifts his weight forward, seemingly accidentally rubbing against Wallace's crotch before standing up and brushing off his hands.]
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Snarling his eyes narrowed, glowering. His body acted on it's own. With an acidic sort of cruelty, his arm shot out, his hand clamping like a vice on Light's ankle.]
Don't think you're getting away that easily kid.
[With a hard yank he hoisted his leg out from under him, sending him to the floor once more.]
I'm good with letting some things slide, but that? You got another thing coming.
[Somehow, Wallace figured, Light was way out of his depths right now.]
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Don't be a brute. You'll never get what you want that way.
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