[Text; UN: hotturk]

[tightbod_bigrod]

All right guys, here's the deal: we got services to offer and jobs to offer.

We got a wide variety of talents. You need a murder solved? You can count on us. Need to figure out whose stealing your lunches in the staff room? We can do it. Need someone who's stealing your lunches to disappear forever? Well, I'm sure we didn't have anything to do it with, yo.

You need fighters, investigators, taste testers, electrocutioners, whatever, you can call us at a very reasonable price for our expertise.

On the job side of things... If you got a nice cock or boobs or both or whatever and you don't mind doing a little nude modeling for a very tasteful up and coming website, give me a ring.

Comments

[tightbod_bigrod]

Man, you're trying way too hard to impress the ladies. Just ask them out. It's a lot quicker.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Do I need to mate with them to care about their well-being?

[tightbod_bigrod]

No, but you're kind of assuming they need your protection. What if I need to be protected from them? You gonna come to my rescue?

[prince_of_the_moon]

You're on your own, mercenary.

[tightbod_bigrod]

See? You're totally out to impress the ladies. You don't give a shit if it's someone you're not interested in.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Have you ever heard of chivalry?

[tightbod_bigrod]

I heard it died. I didn't go to the funeral, though.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Were you invited? {Nope.}

[tightbod_bigrod]

Nope. Never much got along with them. Too uptight.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Death cannot be undone regardless of how you mourn.

{Except for once. With Tenseiga.}

You are childish.

[tightbod_bigrod]

But I'm also fun.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Infuriating.

[tightbod_bigrod]

And hot.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Your hair is not fire.

[tightbod_bigrod]

It might not be, but I am totally on fire.

[prince_of_the_moon]

Metaphorically I hope or you will soon be ash.

[tightbod_bigrod]

You wanna come put me out, ice queen?

[prince_of_the_moon]

I don't spar with fools.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Who said anything about sparring? That's not how you put out a raging inferno.

Usually involves more liquids.

[prince_of_the_moon]

If you need a bath, use one of the tubs.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Awful generous of you to offer me your tub. Get me a beer to go with that and we'll call it a date.

[prince_of_the_moon]

My tub is off limits.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Two beers, then, and you can consider me seduced.

[prince_of_the_moon]

You are pursuing me. {Truth is, his need (i.e. demonic hormones) have been rather pressing since he entered the city. Can he afford to say no?} Where are you?

[tightbod_bigrod]

Oh, hey, that actually worked.

[Color him surprised. Well, based on the video he wasn't bad looking, so why not play and see where things went?

So he went ahead and sent directions... to the empty apartment next door that he'd break into for this, just in case. They could mess up that place and he could avoid Rude getting annoyed with him for potentially trashing their home.]

Spar you for top?