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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 11 2017, 10:08 PM (159 Views) | ||||||||
| Fresh | Feb 11 2017, 10:08 PM Post #1 | |||||||
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The mishappenings of this island have been both jolly and almost melancholy with some of the shenanigans his family has been getting into on the island of karate, non-the-less his family has been getting bigger with each oncoming day, and today was his first day away from his loved ones in a while. He decided to wander out early in the morning looking for another place where he could partake in a fine dessert, seeing as the popular cafe that he had come to this island for had met an untimely end before his family and their varied strength. Dillon was proud of all of his sons and his newfound daughter, and it was about time to just enjoy that moment for a little bit. Dillon rub his chin with a tough grind, as he begin to wander around the town, he had gotten a good lay of the land over the week but he was still unsure on just what was where. His sense of direction was generally overshot due to him over-reading his directions. Before he knew it he had found himself lost again and back at the park off to the west end of Karate Island, where he seemingly decided to give up on his quest and lay in the grass once more, which was still fresh with morning dew. The sun was starting to rise, and the air was warming up beneath him. His eyes wandered around to tree and some park goers who were gong on morning runs. "The joggers are out in full force." He said with a quick scoff as he lay back and stretch completely out on the grass. Before he knew it he was dozing off under the rising sun, hat over his eyes. |
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| Maple | Feb 12 2017, 04:44 AM Post #2 | |||||||
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Oswald was trying to make things work. He was broke, nothing in his wallet, zilch. The staff on his back wasn't even worth much, plus, he needed it to defend himself if such a situation occurred. Although, since this island seemed fine crime wise. It sucked being a wanted man, especially if you didn't even have a bounty. Perhaps it was just a way for the world government to fuck with people. Sighing, he entered a corner store with the intention of getting whatever money he could. He knew he wasn't actually going to harm anyone, but he'd need the teller to think otherwise. To him, this just felt wrong to do, and the anticipation was making him sick, but he was very hungry, and would most likely die otherwise. The woman at the counter was frail and weak, so when she saw the fake menace in his eyes and the large dual sided staff, she knew what was coming and stepped aside from the cash register. Pathetically, Oswald mumbled out an apology before opening the cash register. It was stuffed, but he didn't feel like taking everything. Instead, he cleared out two of the four rows of bills. After he had scooped out a fair amount of beri, he ran out of the store, past people who say the money peaking out of his pants. They looked at the scared woman inside, and put two and two together. But by the time they wanted to go after him, he had already left. As he ran, people stopped to stare but didn't ultimately care. He was thankful for their ignorance, as he quickly ran out of breath. Oswald wasn't used to physical activity, he was a pretty pathetic 'wanted' man for sure. His route eventually brought him to a beautiful park, one with a vernal breeze. Wanting to just collapse, he plopped himself into a sitting position on the vibrant green grass. When he leaned back intending to lay down, he jerked back after feeling something warm. His head whipped around, only to find a man sleeping. "Shoot! Sorry about waking you up." |
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| Fresh | Feb 12 2017, 04:38 PM Post #3 | |||||||
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What a beautiful dream. Dillon was riding atop a strange ship of great fueled power, dancing through the sky all the way around the big blue moon in the sky. The stars were beautiful to him, and just as he was reaching full circle around the moon to witness the beauty and glory that was the planet he came from, he was jutted forward all the way back to earth, "AHHHHHH!" He screamed as he started swinging his fists up in the air, his eyes wide open. "I DON'T WANNA FALL FROM HEEErrrrreeee.... " He shouted as he slowly crawled to his normal voice, he was sweating from being directly in the sun and it looks like as he woke up he must of fell off that rocket... He attempted to swallow some saliva, but his mouth was dry with morning air. After leaning upwards and staring at Oswald for a few seconds unblinking, he finally was beginning to process what had happened. It appears this young boy had rustled him from his sleep. Dillon clicked his front teeth together entranced in rhythmic thought, as he stare at the man, sizing him up trying to figure out the process of which how this happened. Money, leaking from his pockets, an overtly innocent face on his body, a posture with not much social power, denoting some sort of sadness in him... And then Dillon went over the top. "Sorry I don't do door to door salesmen, I don't need your products." He said completely sizing the man up as a scamming door to door salesmen, despite the strange situation. He was too well dressed and groomed to look the part of a thief to Dillon, who overanalyzed the poor guy into something even more demeaning. "Thank you for rustling my slumber though." Dillon said as he stood up towering over the man, he began to walk away to get back onto his little trip to finding a cafe spot to eat. As he stood a chunk of beli leaked from his pants pocket to which Dillon noticed. "Ah whoops. Silly me." He said running his finger circularly around his head. Dillon reached down to retrieve his beli and jammed it back in his pocket. That was very important money to him, it was his families ship money and he needed those funds. He turned on his heel and waved backwards to the scamming salesman, "Good day young business man." Dillon let his farewells lead him on as he continued down the hiking trail of the park. Surrounded by trees Dillon enjoyed this hike as he was searching for a bakery of some sorts for his morning meal, and maybe he could bring some back to the kids. The multiple trees rustled with the wind, as the sun barely pierced the trail. |
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| Maple | Feb 12 2017, 05:31 PM Post #4 | |||||||
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Apparently, Oswald has caused Dillon a great deal of distress, as the man had been punching up at the air wildly. Thankfully, Oz had been out of the way. He had screamed too, which made the pink haired youth feel just a bit worse. The man clicked his teeth, eyes scanning him up and down, he blushed. Apparently, he had been mistaken as a salesman, which was just a bit funny, to say the least. Perhaps it was the fact that he had money in his pockets or something like that, but he didn't really want to sell anyone something. Wait, no, he actually did, he seriously needed a bit of money even if he had already gotten more than enough from the cash register because it really wouldn't last forever. As the man stood up, he was really, really tall. Honestly, Oswald would have been frightened if the guy hadn't been so handsome. He disregarded that thought, and instead, focused on the fact that he had probably ruined that man's sleep. He felt so bad, even though it was probably a minor thing, therefore he absolutely needed to make it up somehow. His mind scoured for ways to make a man happy, but he didn't know the man that well for most of them. As he stood there, dumbfounded and at a loss for words, the man continued down the trail, and away from him. The sight of him leaving shook Oswald from his stupor. He couldn't just let the man leave like that, it would have been really rude of him and he'd be thinking about how awful he had acted for days. Instead of just letting the man continue on with his day or just go do whatever he had planned, Oswald ran up behind him, a bit frantically to be honest. He was panting just a bit too hard, mouth open and tongue wagging. He drooled a bit too, which was probably absolutely disgusting so he quickly wiped it off on his arm. Looking away while he talked to the man, his voice was high and embarrassed. As a gesture of nervousness, Oswald ran a hand through his thick pink hair. "Uh, mister with the cool hat, I feel really awful about waking you up like that, let me make it up for you! I can make you a pie or something, just bring me to your hou- No wait, any kitchen is fine." |
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| Fresh | Feb 12 2017, 06:08 PM Post #5 | |||||||
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Dillon stopped instantly with a deep grind into the dirt with his boots as he turned his head to look behind him. The salesman was still there. Dillon was almost flabbergasted that the salesman was so persistent... Or maybe it was something different. Maybe this young boy was being entranced by Dillons naturally good looks. When he opened his mouth, Dillon opened his eyes. Oh god. It was true. He has taken another fan. "Oh. Oh... Oh!" Dillon said as he quickly turned around and kept backing up with his hands up. "No.... No. Uh... I have... This uh... Thing?" He said in an extremely uncomfortable manner, as he pointed towards the treeline. Of course he was talking over the boy, and instantly shut up when he heard the mention of pie. "Errr..." He said stopping and thinking intensely on the matter. "Pie?" Dillon let out with a tinge of guilt, that he would even consider taking advantage of this young boys infatuation for him just to fulfill his sweet tooth. He was obviously in love with him. Dillon would just break the poor kids heart. But he shouldn't be rude to someone who has such strong feelings, he should at least let the poor boy down easy, and maybe a little pie date would get him to understand that Dillon isn't the man for him. That's usually how things go with people whom are insanely and madly infatuated with the coal miner. Dillon breathed in very deeply and forced a toothy smile with a reserved thumbs up as his face surely would turn to distress through the attempt to hold it. "Yeah... Yeah. Alright, pie at a kitchen? Mmm... This way?" He said pointing towards the docks. He had a kitchen inside of his ship but it wasn't the best things, it definitely had the stuff to make pie, but no one in the crew could effectively cook such a thing without instructional assistance. He lead the young boy to his boat, being sure to keep his emotional attachment to a minimum so as to not lead on the poor boy, and to show him that he was not the man for him. They got onto the ship and Dillon was sure no one was aboard, as they had checked into an inn in the town for comforts sake. With a hop onto the boat it rocked slightly back and forth as he opened the kitchen. "We're in here." He said as he made himself comfortable in his own kitchen, sitting on an extended chair, with higher legs for comfort for a man of his size. "There should be ingredients in the pantry." Dillon said while taking off his hat and hanging it on the chair he was sitting on. He shook his purple hair and ran his fingers through it to get it out of his eyes, with a smirk he looked at the young boy, and then realized that could be taken the wrong way, so his eyes wandered to the ceiling as his smirk turned to something of accidentally distressed lip biting. |
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| Maple | Feb 12 2017, 06:46 PM Post #6 | |||||||
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Asking to make him a pie was obviously a mistake, due to the man's apparent state of being very uncomfortable. He probably didn't swing that way but had managed to pick up on his mildly flirtatious attitude. Embarrassed, Oswald cringed internally but was just a bit relieved when the man perked up at the mention of pie. It was a simple dish that wouldn't really require that many ingredients, and it was a crowd pleaser for sure. His smile was large and toothy, to him, it looked genuine. The man mentioned the docks and pointed towards it too, so he followed at the large man's side. This island was pretty nice, and he was happy about being here, the scenery was just so relaxing. While walking, Oswald took covert glances at the handsome giant beside him. He would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling attraction anymore, even if the man wasn't interested and obviously uncomfortable. Maybe that made him a perv, and if it did, then he'd just keep apologizing. He had never really had this problem, as he hadn't really seen that many good looking men, so of course he didn't know how to act in the slightest. He would never admit this, but he was imagining the man to be rich or something and leading him to his mansion. It was probably not true, but just a part of his fantasy. Instead of a glimmering mansion, they came upon a boat. It looked adequate, but not as nice as the cruiser he had been on that was raided. Regardless, he took a few moments to think over things before trying to jump on the boat alongside him. The vessel rocked unstably, causing Oswald to yelp and grab the side. There didn't appear to be anyone here except the overbearing presence of the giant, who had opened the door to a kitchen. The cooking materials were adequate, but not quite what he was used to. Regardless, he could make it work. He looked back at the man who was smirking in his large chair. Oswald's heart fluttered and he turned around before a shudder went up his spine. After visibly shuddering, he checked the cabinets for the required ingredients. From the looks of it, he had everything required for the crust and a few spices that would be fitting if they had certain fruits. Instead of turning around to face the handsome devil, he checked out the guy from the reflection on the kitchen appliances. With his hat off, he was even hotter. Oswald gripped the counter. "U-um.... I have everything for the pie crust, do you h-have any fruits here I could use for a filling? If not, it could easily be a cream pie or something like that." It took a few moments for him to realize what he had said, and debated apologizing once more. Ultimately, it was better than looking like a creep. "Wait no, I didn't mean cream pie as in.... uh... I literally actually meant a pie filled with coconut cream or something like that. Sorry for like everything." Sighing, Oswald leaned against the cupboard and pressed his forehead into the wood out of embarrassment. |
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| Fresh | Feb 12 2017, 07:21 PM Post #7 | |||||||
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Dillon was just making himself comfortable as the boy went ahead and began making the crust for his pie. He was going so far to make himself try to enjoy this extremely awkward conversation that he began to lean in his chair, placing his feet up on the table in a very nonchalant manner. His eyes wandered to the top of the ship wondering what kind of wood he would aim for when buying a ship for the kids, seeing as whatever this ship was made of had an irate sense of chipping too it, which was evident when someone would run their finger across it. It was a low quality caravel but he would eventually do his family proud. His ear wandered back to the conversation at hand, as his eye wandered to the back of the boy in his kitchen. Dillon grew more uncomfortable as this situation continued to unfold. And it only got worse when the man took his flirting an entire step further. At the mention of a cream pie Dillon began to suddenly choke on the air around him, and went into a small surprised coughing fit, before finally falling off the back of his chair and slamming his head into the wood of his ship, rocking it back and forth. The fall caused an intense ringing in his ears as he stand up and rub his head gritting in pain. The ringing ceased to stop at the end of the mans apology, Dillon assumed the boy was being apologetic for being so forthwith his words and intense flirting. "No. It's uh... Okay?" He said readjusting the chair as he began to think frantically on how this man was going to survive without Dillon in his arms. It was very obvious the man was in love with Dillon, and he was so far down the rabbit hole that if Dillon didn't let the man down in the right way he would probably kill himself more so than being in a world without Mr. Austins in his arms. He seemed to be bashing his head against the cupboard in a fit of shy spontaneous butterflies in his stomach, and Dillon decided it was best to just continue the conversation. "There is some fruits in the cabinet over there." He said pointed to a nearby cabinet. He always kept some healthy sweets laying around when he needed to sate his tastebuds. After all most of the people on the crew had a penchant for sweet things. Dillon then realized he made a mistake, as there was only one fruit hidden within the cabinets at that moment and it was a bundle of bananas. Dillon muttered "Oh god no." under his breath as he shut his eyes and winced, peeking one eye at the cabinet, to see how he would react to such an awkward situation escalating the situation to a new level of insanity. He attempted to save face through his overthinking causing him to overcomplicate things. "Yknow, a man is nothing without a few bananas am I right?" He said instantly realizing what he said, his troubled smile turning into an open mouthed horror gasp at what he just did. |
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| Maple | Feb 12 2017, 07:39 PM Post #8 | |||||||
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Upon opening the cabinet, he saw a bundle of bananas. He made a semi-screaming noise under his breath. They were large, phallic, and yellow. It took a few moments of him staring at the bundle of fruits before the baker in his mind took over control from the pervy side. Now, he needed to find the proper spices, but the man had said something. Oswald's head creaked around creepily, in a very jerky manner. His eyes locked with the older man's, fury lighting a fire in his eyes. Oswald stood there with a large wooden spoon in his hand. His eyes bulged and jaw dropped. Either this man was intentionally flirting back or just making fun of him. It was probably the latter, but he wished it was the former. Regardless, it was completely inappropriate. To say such things to another man, it was completely uncalled for and absolutely perverted. He tried his best to sound angry, but it really didn't work. "You can't say those kind of things to another man!" Even he himself didn't know why he was suddenly so bashful and angry, perhaps it was his false idea that the man was making fun of him, no, it was certainly that. Without thinking of the other person in the room, he flung the wooden spoon towards the man, aiming for between the eyes. It must have been tunnel vision because he immediately regretted it. Instead of seeing the facial expression following the assault by spoon, he got to work quickly, scouring the cabinet for cinnamon. It wouldn't be a traditional recipe, but one that was tasty for sure. The bananas and cream would mesh excellently with the cinnamon and just melt with the buttery pie crust. He salivated just thinking about it and grabbed the vial of brown powder that was labeled with what he hoped to be the right spice. To make sure, he popped off the cork and took a whiff, sighing at the lovely smell of cinnamon. To get started, he grabbed a bag of flower and a mixing bowl. Only now did he consider turning around. Face meek, he apologized. "Sorry, dude! I tend to get a bit heated in the kitchen, rough day too." |
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| Fresh | Feb 12 2017, 07:59 PM Post #9 | |||||||
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The wooden spoon tapped his head and it confused Dillon more than hurt him. It was obvious that the man had such strong feelings and was so shy and reserved that he had to react in such a way. "Damn my good looks." Dillon cursed himself under his breath. The passion and fire behind that boys eyes. It was pure uncut determination, the purest of emotions burning to the boys very core. The love was too strong. He seemed so passionate, so much so that he told Dillon he couldn't say that to another man. Dillon had led the man into a false sense of companionship, and it was clear this man was very determined to keep Dillon all to himself, saying he couldn't flirt like this with any other man. This was getting very far out of hand, and Dillon didn't know how to progress this is in a downward manner to slowly let down Oswald, despite bringing him so far up the mountain that is love. The boy was now clearly working diligently to make a loving meal for his man of mind. He's already trying to make idle couple banter. He was getting "heated" in the kitchen. That was not something Dillon wanted to escalate too, because once the clothes come off he has to be firm on his judgement. He would have to try to be insensitive to make this man not like him as much. "Can't be as rough as mineeee... Shit." He muttered the last bit under his breath, that obviously came out in the wrong manner and he was just making this matter worse. He laid his head down on the table and placed his hands on the back of his head. "What are you doing Dillon. Stop coming off as wrong you don't want to be in unholy matrimony with a stranger you have no feelings for!" He shouted into the table, in a very distressed manner. He moved backwards violently in his chair, causing the boat to jut backwards towards him and fire forwards again. He really needs a ship with more balance. |
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| Maple | Feb 12 2017, 08:22 PM Post #10 | |||||||
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Song Sung Instead of reacting violently once more the subtle flirting that may or may not have been actual flirting, he just stirred the flour and butter together just a bit harder. With something the man had said, just a bit too low for Oswald to pick up, the boat lurched back, causing him to lose his balance momentarily. Once he regained it, he made a quick but smart retort. "Well, only one way to know if it's really that rough." Swiftly, he grabbed the salt from a spice rack and added a few dashes before continuing his stirrings. Instead of lashing out from pure bashfulness, he decided to put that energy into mixing the pie crust into a sort of clump of dough that was starting the clump together into balls. He sang a chippy tune while stirring, one that was surprisingly upbeat. This normally took like ten minutes of stirring, but now it had only taken roughly one. He washed his hands before handling the fruit. Oswald was pretty much dancing as he peeled the bananas, hands making a cupping shape before being slid down the opened fruits, simultaneously peeling off the latex-y peel as the raw fruit protruded from his closed fist. After doing this three more times, he tossed the fruits into a bowl before mashing them up with his hands. They were just a bit ripe, therefore perfectly flavorful. Now, he needed to retrieve the cream he had seen earlier when searching for the crust ingredients. After taking the small carton out, he took a whiff, satisfied at the freshness. He was about to pour it into the bowl, but glanced back at the man large in both size and attractiveness. He stopped his singing that had lowered in volume to a hum, eyes happy and smiling like he normally did when baking. "How much cream would you like?" |
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| Fresh | Feb 12 2017, 11:53 PM Post #11 | |||||||
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Dillon was stunned by how terribly this was going, it was almost like some date that was intended to be a one night stand. He scratched his head as he sat back at a normal position and leaned his chin on top of his knuckles. With a deep breath he decided that it was probably best to just drop the bombshell before this got too far away. Everything he said was just twisted and turned into something that made Dillon far more attractive in the eyes of this man. But as the man kept talking Dillons cheeks were just flustered with a dark coal-like blush. He was totally too far away from the world, he was completely infatuated with Dillon, he was now genuinely afraid that if he broke this mans heart he would kill himself. He's doing a song and dance all around his kitchen preparing this banana cream pie. Maybe it was time to just tell him and get it over with, to let the process of healing start. "Any amount of cream is satisfactory." Dillon said as he stood up very carefully, and lifted his gloves for silence, as he tapped himself with his paw to get himself behind the chef. Dillon pulled his glove back down as the man prepare the pie and he simply towered over the man, thinking on what to say. He could say something and let him down easy maybe something along the lines of "Look kid, you seem like a good person, and I appreciate your ability to cook, but I don't love you, its not me... It's definitely you. I don't know you as well as you are infatuated with me and I have 4 children, I don't think you wanna be the second father of that..." Then he continued to think and decided that wasn't the appropriate thing to say, he then thought maybe the aggressive approach was the best approach. "Look you probably should get out of here kid, I'm dangerous pirate of the sea, and you're a little twink. I won't have sex with you, and you're definitely not my type. Make your pie and get out!" Dillon thought of this approach and ultimately decided not to talk at all, he just kind of stared intimately with a confused rage at the back of the head of Oswald. He didn't say anything. Not a word, he just stood creepily behind the poor man who was baking for the both of them. Finally he decided to utter something from his mouth, right behind the boy. "I like banana cream pie." He said with a complete brain fart, it appears of the two options he took the secret third route. The extremely awkward creepy dialogue. "Ah... Sorry too close right." He said pointing his fingers at the chair then Oswald then back at the chair as he slowly backed back into his seat. "Damn I'm really bad at letting people down easy." He said under his breath as he sat down and rubbed his head uncomfortably. |
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| Maple | Feb 13 2017, 12:20 AM Post #12 | |||||||
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After having added the dash of cinnamon, he began stirring away at the bowl, which was now full with the banana cream pie filling. It smelled delightful, enough so that he'd probably grab a piece for himself when it was over. It took a bit of beating, but now the bananas had successfully mixed with the cream and milk, creating a thick off-white liquid that would need to be refrigerated before being poured into the pie. The intense physical activity that was stirring a pot of cream had tired him, and therefore he was breaking a sweat. Now that he thought about it, he'd probably need to get a bit more exercise. It was pretty pathetic of him to break a sweat at the motions of baking a pie. In order to prevent a skin from forming on the filling while it chilled, he would need some plastic wrap. He was about to grab it from the counter when he could hear the creaking of the floorboard behind him. The man was a giant, so of course he'd be a bit flustered by the handsome man being that close. The dude was tall enough to cast a shadow over the friggin bowl of pudding. "O-oh.... Y-yea it's p-pretty g-good." Oswald made no comment on his declaration abut being too close. Honestly, the pink haired baker did not mind one bit, and would have rathered him stay there, or just come a bit closer. The thought made him utter a sound similar to what a fangirl would do when seeing their idol, but a lot more embarrassing for sure. Although, the rational side of him was starting to raise a few alarms. What if this dude was like a serial killer or something? Honestly, if he was, the door was probably locked and he'd probably be getting killed anytime soon. However, he doubted that would happen, given the fact that Oswald had boarded the ship in the middle of broad daylight. Suddenly, a wave of defensiveness washed over him, probably in response to his fears. "Tch, it's not like I get distracted by you or anything." He was about to reach once more for the plastic wrap, but decided against it. Looking at the amount of dough he had made, he didn't really have enough to create a latticework on top of the filling. Instead, he'd led a crisp skin form on the cream, like a hybrid of a creme brulee and a regular old pie. After having grabbed a piece of dishware shaped like a large flat bowl, he patted down the dough and ruffled the edges with a fork. Now that the foundation had been set, he poured in the goopy filling. There were no spatulas available, so he just used a spoon to scrape out the filling. Wanting to take a taste of his creation, he popped the spoon into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the silver. It was heaven, the fruity flavor of the banana fighting with the cinnamon for dominance over a bed of rich cream. He could feel the aromas entering his nose and waking up his appetite, Oswald sighed at the perfection. After wiping his hands on his pants, he grabbed the dish and shoved it into the oven, closing the door and smacking his hands together to get off any remaining flour. Now, he turned to the giant man, a slight blush forming just from seeing his handsomeness. "Er, so what now while we wait? It's probably gonna be a half an hour or so." Edited by Maple, Feb 13 2017, 12:22 AM.
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| Fresh | Feb 13 2017, 10:58 PM Post #13 | |||||||
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The scent of banana pie soon feel across the room as Dillon made himself comfortable, with a concerned look on his face he pursed his lips at the reactions of Oswald. It appeared as if getting close only strengthened the bond between them, and the look in his eyes and the fan-girl-esque scream that bellowed from his lips when he noticed he was there was almost jarring. Dillon was unsure on how to take this scenario a step down, but it looked as if he didn't have to, apparently moving away jarred the man back to reality, and he seemed to get defensive... No that wasn't defense! That must be longing... The eternal suffering of a mans soul entrapped by the wily charms of a lonely coal miner. A soul trapped in lust, in love, in pride, in power itself. Maybe he could run away? Leave the boat completely, never come back... No human beings don't act like that. Before he knew it he was lost in thought once more, but the scent of the pie slowly drew him back to the situation at hand. He had opened his eyes to see that the boy was staring intently at him with a blush. Dillon sniffed, as if his nose was stuffed, and looked worried once more as he stare into the eyes of the man, their eyes meeting by accident. "What now? Oh uhm." His mind was racing, this being of pure unbridled, hot, passionate love was going to pounce him at any minute he needed to think of a good way to cool down the situation. He quickly began to ruffle through his coat and pulled out a deck of cards. "P-p-poker!" Dillon stuttered as he set the deck on the table, not realizing that poker can be bet in two ways. Money or clothes. He grit his teeth as he began to dig in his pockets for some beli. "N-no money I mean... GAH!" He shouted in an attempt to correct the situation, but his mind was rushing to show that it would be for money, he messed up his words with his actions, and ended up pulling out a handkerchief. Dillon messed up. "Just for fun? Y'know? Hahaha...." Dillon winced in pain as he shuffled the deck. The sun rolled in through a window and shined on the two chairs in the room in a very romantic manner, as if it were a spotlight. Dillon had a serious poker face going on but deep inside he was dying, the situational awareness of today was almost like destiny was trying to put these two together, and Dillon really didn't want a husband. "I'll deal, we'll play holdem rules." He said as he tossed two cards to the other end of the table, and set his two down in front of him. He peaked up at the cards, it was a 2 of spades, and an 8 of clubs. "Since it's just us two I'll have to play." He said with no confidence, this was a bad hand that couldn't turn into anything without the river. He loosened his scarf with a bit of stress being visible on his face. The line shined brilliantly on Oswald glistening all of his features as Dillon awaited to hear the signal for the river. They could play a few hands, and time would definitely pass quickly. |
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| Maple | Feb 13 2017, 11:15 PM Post #14 | |||||||
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While Oswald had never actually played poker before, he'd surely be able to bluff his way through. After having been dealt two cards, he stared down at them, before back up at the handsome devil. His eyes glanced up at the other man's before they were quickly averted. Sighing, he snuck one hand out to grab the cards and peaked under them, seeing a red A symbol and a black A symbol. He had no idea what any of this meant, but he decided to mimic what he had seen poker players doing when they would visit loguetown. In a faux attempt at professionalism, he held the cards up in front of the lower half of his face. "Yea, uh, so great day, huh?" Panic was setting in. Oswald had absolutely no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do in this game. There weren't any chips, so he couldn't pretend to be thinking by ruffling them. Right now, he had two choices. He could either stare dreamily into the intense eyes of the model before him, or stare awkwardly at his the cards that were just a bit too close to his face. He did a little bit of both, taking glances, averting his eyes, and then blushing. This cycle continued for about three minutes before Oz finally got a bit tired of his pathetic attempt. Now, he was ready for the other man to take the lead. He prepped himself to take note of every movement the other man made, so he could keep up this charade for as long as possible. "Hm..... If I'm not getting money, then what am I earning?" Oswald was completely aware of the implications, as he had read many novels including scenes of strip poker. These books were all yaoi fanfiction of course. It's not that he actually expected this odd man to actually comply, but the pink haired brat just wanted to see how far he could take things, or just watch the giant squirm. The heat coming in from the sunlight was also making him just a bit uncomfortable as well, pearls of sweat forming on his brow. "Also, your turn I guess." Edited by Maple, Feb 13 2017, 11:16 PM.
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"Dillon what have you got yourself into? Strip poker with some young blood just because you are too reserved to break his poor little heart?" Dillon thought as he looked the man in the eyes as he attempted to make small talk in a very forced manner. He was pretty sure this kid had no idea how to play poker. He could use that on his side, because Dillon, while versed in the game was not very lucky at it. He was notorious for drawing the worst hands, and hitting the worst rivers. But it looked like his luck was changing. The first three cards of the river were a 3 of hearts, the 9 of clovers, and the 2 of clovers. He had a pair... A Really bad pair but he could definitely bluff his way over this young blood. He had no confidence. "Normally there would be a round of bets before the fourth and fifth cards are revealed where people could normally back out, and then a final round of bets before the reveal of the cards... But seeing as this is..." He swallowed uncomfortably as he shut his eyes, a dark shadow filling his sockets. "Strip poker." He let out as his face returned to normal. "We'll play the whole river and loser loses an article." Dillon was very confident in at least getting enough hands to not become naked. After all he wore more clothes than most Mount Olympanurus climbers. He flipped the fourth card and it was an ace of spades, and then one more for an ace of hearts. A smile filled his face, maybe he would be lucky, he now had a two pair. A pair of twos and a pair of aces in his arsenal. Their was only one possible way he could lose the hand, and that was if he had a three of a kind, a higher pair than 2 or god forbid four of a kind of aces. He set his cards face down and began to tap his chin. "It is a good day..." He said with a cheeky smile, as Oswald made an even cheekier comment. Dillon realized that something must be instilling this man with confidence, he had assumed, just like Dillon, that he had already won... Right? He noticed a bunch of nervous stares, but he chocked it up to romantic interest and not professional bluffing As both cards would hit the table, being flipped at the same time Dillon would soon realize that his luck with poker just wasn't existent. "F-f-four pair?" He said absolutely decimated by the appearance of two more aces on the board. "D-damnit." Mr. Austins stuttered once more as he fell into a defeated slump in his chair as he removed his scarf... It's okay he's dressed like a hiker. Just how many clothes could he lose in 27 more minutes of baking? ... The answer to that is almost everything. By the time thirty minutes had passed Dillon's shoes were strapped to the back of the chair, and his two over-shirts were draped across the back of his chair, both of his gloves lay in the pockets of his pants, which miraculously he still had. His turtle neck however, at the very base layer of his clothes had been removed revealing his chest. His chest was littered with a thick mat of black hair, as was his arms, making the bullet holes strewn across his midsection almost invisible under the mat of sweaty hair, from the sun beaming down on him. His paws were in full view, which was a little of a sensitive thing for him, as he was keeping his hands crossed in an uncomfortable manner. His body was that of a miners, sustained through 50 plus years of labor, it was chiseled and chalked over with a few working man's stains, that are harder than he would like to admit to clean off. He grabbed his sweaty hair and tied it behind his ears, so the sweaty mop would stay out of his eyes. He tapped on the deck as the little timer he kept in the kitchen went off. "Oh thank the lord." Dillon said as his head sunk to the table. Those pants were the last article of clothing he had before his boxers, he almost lost in his own scheme. 10 hands, and nothing but a pair of twos. Dillon was defeated deep down by his own suggestion. |
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