(Striders were literally created to be warriors. There was a reason they had both been placed into aggressive classes. Why they were both familiar and comfortable with death and dying. Dave had grown used to his own corpse even more than Dirk had adjusted to his.)
I like to hear that. It would be sexier to see it.
(So sue him. He liked a guy who could hold his own. It was hot.)
False. There is a wide range of colors in nature for a reason. Colors can indicate the danger level of a creature or what you're dealing with in your ecosystem...
(There's some noise on his end. Presumably Dirk leaving his own place.)
I never get lost. I'll see you soon.
(He ends the call there. When he arrives at the other lamp, it's evident why it had taken him some time. He had taken a lot of time to transform his face to look more like a deer's, even going as far to work on some prosthetic ears and lightweight horns. His usual black lenses were replaced with red ones. He had on a brown crop-top edged with fur and complete with a red harness because Dirk was not one to skimp on the themed details. A pleated brown skirt complete with brown thigh-highs and low-cut black boots.
Despite the outfit, he didn't look more delicate. The outfit seemed to exist the muscles he had, making the shape of his thighs more blatant, the tone and definition of his stomach and width of his shoulders better emphasized. He wasn't dressing to look like a woman or feminine - regardless of the skirt. He was dressing to appeal to a baser instinct in men and he hoped that the same appeal would work on a Zabrak. Even if it didn't, he liked how he looked right now. He knew he wore the outfit well. Dirk lacked many things, but confidence had never been one of them.
He follows Ruin back to Savage's house and when he shows up, he announces himself with an effortless swagger, strolling in. The moment he actually sees Savage in person, he cocks his hip to the side and lifts a hand into the air.)
Perhaps in future we fight some creatures of this place.
[That sounded like a good time, though he wouldn't exactly call it a date. He was still sticking to his guns that he didn't date - mostly because he had never dated and it wasn't a part of how his society operated. He wouldn't do what he didn't understand, though the theory of it made sense, especially watching other people talk about it. All it did was sound like some kind of exclusivity bargain.]
And all colours can be boiled down to light, dark and whatever is in the middle of those two. Don't split nails. [They didn't have hair, so no splitting those.
Savage hadn't really prepared for someone coming over, but the house he shared with his brother was generally neat and tidy. He didn't own much, so any items that were out were probably the property of Maul. Dirk might actually be the first person that he had bothered to invite over, and so far, he considered expectations low.
However, one thing he did make an effort for was that he had relaxed by taking off his armour and sat on a chair at a table in nothing more than a black undershirt and his pants. He actually didn't own any other clothing than that, and he cleaned his only set of clothing regularly. At the table, a Lego project was laid out and mostly unsorted. There were parts of a frame put together, but Savage never finished a project without his brother so he was just putting pieces together as he liked to build something of his own.
Ruin was the all the announcement that he needed to know that Dirk had arrived, and he sat back in his chair with a clear view of the door as the tentacle monster worked it open and spun into the room. If a rathtar could be proud of itself, that would be Ruin with hisses. As soon as Dirk was inside, Ruin rolled back out again to the yard to go and hunt for food.
And Savage stopped rolling a piece of Lego between his fingers at the sight that greeted him. Was that what a reindeer was if in human form? He'd seen many things in the galaxy - some way stranger than this - so it was easy to take it in stride, but it wasn't long before his usual curiousity of Dirk overrode any caution at seeing someone stroll in looking all made up like that.
He chuffed a non-verbal greeting as he rose to his bare feet and approached.] So this is 'sexy reindeer'?
[He walked around to look at the outfit and the make-up specifically. He leaned down to have a good look, even tugged on the edge of the skirt before he lifted it a bit to feel the weight of the material. While not pleated, he had worn something a bit similar, and he had learned the benefits pretty quickly on Dathomir and very little had to do with being breezy. His metal fingers tugged at the top before dipping under to drag his digits over abs and then he was leaning down much further to eye the thigh highs that he had been told about. Ah, they were literally material that went to the thighs, as expected, but the material definitely emphasized Dirk's muscular legs.]
You better not be interested in taking that off, though I don't guarantee the horns will make it through the night. [He sounded interested, on the verge of a compliment when one probably wasn't necessary. Dirk looked good.]
(He would absolutely fight some monsters with Savage. At this point, it would just be a good bonding experience for them. Dirk didn't have much concept for real dates either, so they would be safe on that front.
Dirk was happy to follow the tentacle monster. He had already decided that he loved Ruin. There had been some attempts at some variation of petting before he entered Savage's home. Dirk is absolutely content with himself right now, actually grinning, all too excited to deal with Savage right now and see what Savage would do with him.)
Something like it, yeah. (Beneath the skirt was a black pair of panties with a heart-shaped hole over the ass. Sticking out was a puffy deer tail attached to a plug that had been comfortably settled inside of Dirk. He really was ready to go. He lets Savage examine him, feeling a bit of an exciting rush as the man examines him so closely.)
I have no intention of removing anything. Except maybe the tail. (He turns around on his heel to flip the back of his skirt up to show Savage what he meant by that. The skirt drops back down and he turns around, smiling again.)
I can sacrifice the horns. But we'll see how much we can keep intact. (He moves to place his hands on Savage's shoulders, not minding the height difference in the slightest.)
I take it you like this? (He wanted to hear Savage admit as much. Not that he needed the validation, but he liked to hear it anyway and he liked the idea of dressing to please Savage. If the guy liked this then he would do similar outfits in the future.)
[Ruin had probably already tried to chew on Dirk at least once more but otherwise was more the clingy type with those it recognized as not-for-eating because said people smelled and tasted like him. If he actually wanted time alone with Dirk, Ruin would have to go otherwise it would turn into the kind of group hug that wouldn't afford them much opportunity to explore all of there was to offer with this outfit. No doubt by morning, Ruin would join them for warmth.
At first, he didn't realize the little tail was connected to a plug at all, simply assuming the panties were there to push the aesthetic that Dirk was pushing. He even leaned in to sniff at Dirk's hair, which wasn't an abnormal behaviour as he did enjoy scenting. Also, Dirk's hair was always a point of interest for him, fluffed up and style however it was.
As soon as his attentions were brought to the hidden addition from the tail, he made a grumbling noise of amused surprise. That was not something he had seen before, and he even went so far as to poke the tail but more to the point, the plug too.] Where do you find these things? Or do you build them like you do robots?
[His mismatched hands seized Dirk's hips with a touch of roughness, dragging their fronts together. Then he made a point of shoving them both backwards until the younger man's back could hit the island that separated the kitchen and dining area.] If I can't eat a reindeer, this is the next best thing I think. I suppose this Christmas holiday isn't so bad.
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(Striders were literally created to be warriors. There was a reason they had both been placed into aggressive classes. Why they were both familiar and comfortable with death and dying. Dave had grown used to his own corpse even more than Dirk had adjusted to his.)
I like to hear that. It would be sexier to see it.
(So sue him. He liked a guy who could hold his own. It was hot.)
False. There is a wide range of colors in nature for a reason. Colors can indicate the danger level of a creature or what you're dealing with in your ecosystem...
(There's some noise on his end. Presumably Dirk leaving his own place.)
I never get lost. I'll see you soon.
(He ends the call there. When he arrives at the other lamp, it's evident why it had taken him some time. He had taken a lot of time to transform his face to look more like a deer's, even going as far to work on some prosthetic ears and lightweight horns. His usual black lenses were replaced with red ones. He had on a brown crop-top edged with fur and complete with a red harness because Dirk was not one to skimp on the themed details. A pleated brown skirt complete with brown thigh-highs and low-cut black boots.
Despite the outfit, he didn't look more delicate. The outfit seemed to exist the muscles he had, making the shape of his thighs more blatant, the tone and definition of his stomach and width of his shoulders better emphasized. He wasn't dressing to look like a woman or feminine - regardless of the skirt. He was dressing to appeal to a baser instinct in men and he hoped that the same appeal would work on a Zabrak. Even if it didn't, he liked how he looked right now. He knew he wore the outfit well. Dirk lacked many things, but confidence had never been one of them.
He follows Ruin back to Savage's house and when he shows up, he announces himself with an effortless swagger, strolling in. The moment he actually sees Savage in person, he cocks his hip to the side and lifts a hand into the air.)
Merry Christmas. You're about to get laid.
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[That sounded like a good time, though he wouldn't exactly call it a date. He was still sticking to his guns that he didn't date - mostly because he had never dated and it wasn't a part of how his society operated. He wouldn't do what he didn't understand, though the theory of it made sense, especially watching other people talk about it. All it did was sound like some kind of exclusivity bargain.]
And all colours can be boiled down to light, dark and whatever is in the middle of those two. Don't split nails. [They didn't have hair, so no splitting those.
Savage hadn't really prepared for someone coming over, but the house he shared with his brother was generally neat and tidy. He didn't own much, so any items that were out were probably the property of Maul. Dirk might actually be the first person that he had bothered to invite over, and so far, he considered expectations low.
However, one thing he did make an effort for was that he had relaxed by taking off his armour and sat on a chair at a table in nothing more than a black undershirt and his pants. He actually didn't own any other clothing than that, and he cleaned his only set of clothing regularly. At the table, a Lego project was laid out and mostly unsorted. There were parts of a frame put together, but Savage never finished a project without his brother so he was just putting pieces together as he liked to build something of his own.
Ruin was the all the announcement that he needed to know that Dirk had arrived, and he sat back in his chair with a clear view of the door as the tentacle monster worked it open and spun into the room. If a rathtar could be proud of itself, that would be Ruin with hisses. As soon as Dirk was inside, Ruin rolled back out again to the yard to go and hunt for food.
And Savage stopped rolling a piece of Lego between his fingers at the sight that greeted him. Was that what a reindeer was if in human form? He'd seen many things in the galaxy - some way stranger than this - so it was easy to take it in stride, but it wasn't long before his usual curiousity of Dirk overrode any caution at seeing someone stroll in looking all made up like that.
He chuffed a non-verbal greeting as he rose to his bare feet and approached.] So this is 'sexy reindeer'?
[He walked around to look at the outfit and the make-up specifically. He leaned down to have a good look, even tugged on the edge of the skirt before he lifted it a bit to feel the weight of the material. While not pleated, he had worn something a bit similar, and he had learned the benefits pretty quickly on Dathomir and very little had to do with being breezy. His metal fingers tugged at the top before dipping under to drag his digits over abs and then he was leaning down much further to eye the thigh highs that he had been told about. Ah, they were literally material that went to the thighs, as expected, but the material definitely emphasized Dirk's muscular legs.]
You better not be interested in taking that off, though I don't guarantee the horns will make it through the night. [He sounded interested, on the verge of a compliment when one probably wasn't necessary. Dirk looked good.]
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Dirk was happy to follow the tentacle monster. He had already decided that he loved Ruin. There had been some attempts at some variation of petting before he entered Savage's home. Dirk is absolutely content with himself right now, actually grinning, all too excited to deal with Savage right now and see what Savage would do with him.)
Something like it, yeah. (Beneath the skirt was a black pair of panties with a heart-shaped hole over the ass. Sticking out was a puffy deer tail attached to a plug that had been comfortably settled inside of Dirk. He really was ready to go. He lets Savage examine him, feeling a bit of an exciting rush as the man examines him so closely.)
I have no intention of removing anything. Except maybe the tail. (He turns around on his heel to flip the back of his skirt up to show Savage what he meant by that. The skirt drops back down and he turns around, smiling again.)
I can sacrifice the horns. But we'll see how much we can keep intact. (He moves to place his hands on Savage's shoulders, not minding the height difference in the slightest.)
I take it you like this? (He wanted to hear Savage admit as much. Not that he needed the validation, but he liked to hear it anyway and he liked the idea of dressing to please Savage. If the guy liked this then he would do similar outfits in the future.)
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At first, he didn't realize the little tail was connected to a plug at all, simply assuming the panties were there to push the aesthetic that Dirk was pushing. He even leaned in to sniff at Dirk's hair, which wasn't an abnormal behaviour as he did enjoy scenting. Also, Dirk's hair was always a point of interest for him, fluffed up and style however it was.
As soon as his attentions were brought to the hidden addition from the tail, he made a grumbling noise of amused surprise. That was not something he had seen before, and he even went so far as to poke the tail but more to the point, the plug too.] Where do you find these things? Or do you build them like you do robots?
[His mismatched hands seized Dirk's hips with a touch of roughness, dragging their fronts together. Then he made a point of shoving them both backwards until the younger man's back could hit the island that separated the kitchen and dining area.] If I can't eat a reindeer, this is the next best thing I think. I suppose this Christmas holiday isn't so bad.