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Gang Gang: Post 19
By: Zellaphone Date: August 11, 2019, 3:25 am
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[center]Dmitri gave Wyatt yet another compliment, making Wyatt
wave him off. It's was moments like these that would sometimes
frustrate him simply because he wasn't absolutely sure whether
or not Dmitri was actually flirting, or if he was just a nice
guy who was like this to everyone. He really hoped Dmitri was
flirting with him because he was exhausted of trying to find a
genuinely nice guy. He had gone on many dates with guys he
thought we nice but then turned out to be fuckboys or just
assholes. He just wanted one good date that leads to one good
boyfriend. "Well you're quite nice yourself, Dmitri," he said
with a bright smile.
Wyatt's excitement escalated when Dmitri so confidently stated
that he was sure that Elio would let him pet the tigress, and
that she was a good tigress other than being feisty. He knew he
should probably be more worried about petting a tigress, but he
trusted Dmitri, and this Elio was supposed to be a professional.
Then Dmitri asked a question about something being synthetic,
and Wyatt laughed lightly when he realized he was referring to
his clothes. "Oh yes, it's all synthetic," he assured him. "The
leather and furs I use are always fake," he went on, happy to
talk about his work. He was, after all, very proud of it.
Wyatt followed Dmitri into a tent where he spotted two beautiful
lions and a gorgeous tigress munching on meat, seeming perfectly
content. The man next to them, however, seemed a bit more
restless. Dmitri introduced Wyatt to him, and in return,
introduced Elio right back. "It's a pleasure to meet you," said
Wyatt, politely holding out his hand for Elio to shake. "I hope
we're not intruding on anything."[/center]
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[center]"Dude... why will no one play scrabble with you?" Sam
asked, unable to wrap his head around why no one would wanna
play Eli's favorite game with him. Because Eli was such a cool
guy, and how anyone could say no to him was beyond him. Perhaps
Eli was just too good at Scrabble, much like how Hani was
someone always too good for Chutes and Ladders.
Sam laughed along with Eli at his joke, already having the time
of his life before Connor cut in, being as brash as usual only
for Hani and Grace to assault him. Really, Sam just ignored all
of what was happening around him and focused on Eli instead.
Hani would straighten Connor out like he usually did and it
would all be fine, and Eli didn't seem to mind them. As for
Grace, however, she apparently had different plans now, standing
up and announcing she had to go talk to Jonah. Sam's face
dropped, and he saw Hani and Connor's do the same. Sam was just
sad she had to go when Eli just showed up (and was also a little
irked because Jonah was such a jerk), Connor just looked mostly
concerned and a bit peeved himself, while Hani just looked
sympathetic. What would Jonah have to talk about that was so
important? He hardly ever spoke to Grace... and he was her
boyfriend.
Grace left, and Eli asked about Jonah before waving the question
off and asking what he wanted to do during their session. "Well,
I do have some poems, but I can show you those while we work on
your stuff. It should be easy enough to get the words to flow
nicely... or whatever they do..." Sam said a little awkwardly,
not really knowing a whole lot of musical terms.
"Should we... uh... leave?" asked Connor, throwing the die Hani
hit him with right back at him, hitting him on the
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The Gang: Post 20
By: winterssmary Date: August 27, 2019, 9:19 pm
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Wyatt sure liked to give compliments. Dmitri didn't mind this,
of course. It definitely spoke to the man's character. He was
looking for the good in other people, no matter how well he knew
them. He wasn't expecting this, of course. America was full of
prejudices and people were full of anger and hatred. Dmitri was
just so happy to find someone that seemed to genuinely want to
be his friend, who wanted to see the good in people and make
them feel better about themselves. He was smiling a lot, which
made the whole thing feel more genuine to Dmitri. All in all,
this seemed like it was going to be a good evening and a fun day
for the both of them.
Wyatt's sudden laughter confused Dmitri though. Did he not think
it was serious? Maybe using faux fur was normal in America, in
Wyatt's industry. In other places he had visited, it was less
commonplace and people were more than happy to kill and skin
innocent animals for the sake of luxury. Dmitri hated this. He
understood the need for meat, for certain animal bi-products.
But wearing fur, when we had so many options that were just as
warm, just as comfortable, seemed a cruel and unnecessary
practice. The fact that Wyatt was so quick to assure him that he
did no such thing was a huge relief. Dmitri couldn't remain
friends with someone who skinned innocent, beautiful animals
just to feel richer than everyone else. "Oh, is good thing," he
said with a smile.
Elio shook Wyatt's hand, still rather casual about the whole
ordeal. "You too," Elio said with a small nod. He looked over to
Dmitri. "So this guy wants to meet my tiger?" he asked. Dmitri
nodded. "He likes cats. Is good and nice man. Will not harm
Shiva in any way," Dmitri said surely. "I wouldn't think so,"
Elio said, standing up from the stool he was sitting on. "I
would ask you to sign a waiver, but Shiva's legit just a big,
spoiled house cat." Elio shrugged and gestured for the two men
to follow him. "Besides, if Dmitri says you're cool, you're
cool," he added. Dmitri followed behind Elio until they reached
Shiva's enclosure. It was smaller, much smaller than Dmitri
would have liked, but he knew that Shiva got her exercise and
that Elio treated her well. "Alright, Wyatt -- is it? -- just
don't sneak up behind her or move too fast," he said, opening
the enclosure and leading the two inside. Shiva hadn't even
looked up from her dinner yet. "Shiva," Elio said, a bit too
sing-songy for what Dmitri was expecting. The tigress perked up,
letting the food slip from her mouth before padding over toward
Elio, dipping her head out for him to pet. Elio stroked the
cat's fur and Dmitri did the same. [/center]
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Eli sighed at Sam's question. "I'm not sure. No one will tell
me," he said with a shrug. He never lost at Scrabble, but surely
that couldn't be the reason that people would avoid playing such
a fun game. It's not about winning right? "I think maybe it's
just because no one really likes Scrabble. It's a bit on the
tedious side, I guess," he said. "And the point system is
strange and not everyone really cares to put words together.
Most people want a board game that's a little more... colorful,
I guess?" He was grasping at straws here. He honestly couldn't
figure it out.
Eli wasn't sure what was going down with the whole Grace
situation, but it really wasn't any of his business. If she had
to leave, she had to leave. He just hoped that she wasn't
running away because he was there. "You don't think I scared her
away, did I?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to
answer. He shook his head quickly. "Never mind. It doesn't
matter," he said.
Eli listened to what Sam had to say, about his poetry and just
hoping that he could somehow make the words flow. Eli didn't
have many distinct melodies, but he had compositions, scores to
accompany a whole lot of stuff. Maybe if they just spoke the
poems over what they already had, they could create something
that worked? Frankly, Eli wasn't sure how to do any of this. He
was a self-taught musician as it was, and the opposite of a
talented lyricist. How does one make things work. But he was the
professional in this case and he at least needed to fake it a
little better. "That sounds plausible," he said. He didn't bring
a keyboard with him. He wasn't exactly thinking. But he did have
recordings on his phone that he could use. He pulled out his
phone. "I can play a recording from a track and you can try and
pick a poem that's words work with the melody."
Another die was thrown. This time, Connor assault Hani, revenge,
Eli guessed. "Oh, you don't have to leave. I don't mind," he
said, looking over at Sam to get his own opinion. "I only ask
that you don't pelt me with gaming dice," he added. [/center]
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