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yves just yves ([personal profile] noirges) wrote2025-02-08 12:24 pm
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-02-11 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Come again?

[CHILD....]
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-02-11 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
What, so, like some kind of military press-gang?

[Good lord. Your island, it is so shitty.]

I can't say that he's mean. Bit reticent, maybe, but plenty of guys are. [We just trapped two yippy dogs in a room together, they are outliers and should not be counted.]

What made him come around?
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-02-12 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes, poor you, suffering soul! [He'll reach up and pinch his cheek, like a cloying aunt at a family reunion.] Don't you worry, honeychile! I'll give that boy a what for, I'll turn him front to back, I'll shoo him into next Tuesday for you! You bet your fur I will!

[He'll settle back into his seat and take another drink.]

So it's a happy ending after all. Three peas in a pod.

What did you get up to, if you weren't, ah, "volunteering" for the Corps?
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-02-12 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is very little that stands in the way of Richie being a fucking pest. Also it might occur to him later that the kid is a little head-shy, considering. In the moment, he's doing it all for the bit.]

That's a pretty broad range. You guys make good money, picking up all those odd jobs?

[He was about to ask if he wants to keep doing it, but remembered quite abruptly that there's an age cap on his island. Even if Yves hadn't kicked it early, there wasn't much point in planning for a future, now was there?

He takes another sip of his drink, ignoring the uneasy twist of his gut.]