[ derek's spent an entire day away from the apartment he's been assigned to, somehow managing to be both sour and bitter about being forced to live a life of luxury. or at least a life of comparative luxury, given that half the population in this place live in a filthy underground horrorshow. he's been given a very nice apartment, and that's great, but he also wishes this entire fucking city would just go fucking fuck itself, so it takes him a while to relax.
but he gets home, he strips, he lays down, he checks his messages. and, uh.
the, uh.
wow, the girls in this place really don't waste any time. it doesn't even occur to derek that this might be a misfire, he just... after quickly scanning the name killjoy on the network and not finding any clues that this is, like, spam, or an ad or something, he sinks into his bed and overthinks his reply. eventually: ]
[ dutch didn't send that text —or, well, she did, but not this time. not to him. and she's sick of this place and the way it continues to trample all over her autonomy, the way it takes away her choice again and again in little and big ways.
but she's not going to mention that to a stranger. and his assessment is accurate, even if he made it for the wrong reasons. so: ]
[ again, he's going for short and concise over strictly "friendly". maybe that'll ruin the moment, maybe it won't. he's not sure if he cares yet. ]
Might be helpful to know if you're trying to get at my dick or if you're just in the mood to flash a stranger, though. Kinda feeling like this could go both ways.
[ she's very much the type to send death threats. at least these days, she doesn't usually follow up on them anymore? at least not unless the person she's sending them to is hullen.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
un: triskele | i will 100% start a second thread with you for his workout stuff if u want
but he gets home, he strips, he lays down, he checks his messages. and, uh.
the, uh.
wow, the girls in this place really don't waste any time. it doesn't even occur to derek that this might be a misfire, he just... after quickly scanning the name killjoy on the network and not finding any clues that this is, like, spam, or an ad or something, he sinks into his bed and overthinks his reply. eventually: ]
Someone's direct.
[ he just sends that. ]
if it's not too greedy then yes please
but she's not going to mention that to a stranger. and his assessment is accurate, even if he made it for the wrong reasons. so: ]
got a problem with that?
ok okay okaY OKAY AIGHT I'LL DO THAT RIGHT NOW
[ again, he's going for short and concise over strictly "friendly". maybe that'll ruin the moment, maybe it won't. he's not sure if he cares yet. ]
Might be helpful to know if you're trying to get at my dick or if you're just in the mood to flash a stranger, though.
Kinda feeling like this could go both ways.
aW YIS
i didn't send that at all
[ but, well ]
but that aside, it depends
is it a nice dick?
no subject
[ not believable. ]
I mean.
Never had any complaints.
[ modestly, he adds: ]
Had a lot of praise, though.
Had a lot of "holy fuck, holy fuck"s, a lot of "don't stop, oh my god, you're going to make me come again"s.
no subject
believable
no subject
no subject
[ she's enjoying this, which is good, given how it all started with a violation of her autonomy. again. not by him, but by someone. ]
no subject
[ H M M M . ]
I'd need more pics to know that for sure.
no subject
send me one first
no subject
[ all take, no give. what a dick. ]
You sent me that first message on accident.
I want to see what you'll send me on purpose.
[ other than like, death threats. she seems the type to send death threats. not that he has a problem with that. ]
no subject
attached: one (1) image. ]
you're not getting another one of me naked until i know you're worth it