[Klaus lets out another pleased, low rumble as the other man blushes and Alfred's nails scrape across his skin -- the noises are new, but he thinks they sound pretty sexy coming out of him, so hopefully his partner feels the same.
He nips lightly at a particularly sensitive spot over Alfred's throat, starting to rock his first inserted finger inside the man while his thumb strokes lightly over his balls.
How can he still be having such a casual conversation with how busy his hand is? He's had a lot of practice.]
You don't want to be scrawny like me. The broad-shoulders give you much more of a beefcake vibe.
[There's another soft laugh, the tip of his second finger caressing over Alfred's perineum.]
[ Oh, sure. They're new noises, but it makes Klaus sound.. strong? Which is nice. A part of him likes being the stronger person because he thrives after domination an having someone to look after, so to say, but he also finds himself turned on by powerful things.
He squirms delightfully under the other man, trying to encourage contact on just the right spot for him. Nothing about what Klaus is doing feels bad though. The attention on his neck is enough of a distraction as it is. He breathes out, shakily, but seems a lot more at ease than any other time they've done anything like this. ]
Are.. are you saying I'm a beefcake?
[ Just say yes, Klaus, even if you don't mean it. ]
Do you really think I'm handsome? [ His partner says it a lot, but America just really loves to hear it. ]
[Klaus pays careful attention to exactly where his partner is trying to get him to hit with his fingers, and when his second digit slips up next to its mate he starts to apply light pressure there, stroking over the spot.]
That's what I said, babe.
[His lips settle onto Alfred's collarbone, pressing a quick series of light pecks against the skin between his next words.]
Handsome...sweet...sexy...you're a full meal deal, as far as I'm concerned...
[He's even only partly stoking Alfred's ego -- he has a type, all right, and blonde and built soldier boys definitely fit into that type.]
[ He accepts the second finger without too much trouble, a small, strained noise coming out of him. His hands slide around and along Klaus' back again, scraping. He takes in a sudden breaath when his partner sweeps over those sensitive nerves. ]
Y—Yeah? I am? You think s..so?
[ However, his body jolts when Klaus gives him more pressure, another sharp gasp coming from him. His spine curls and America feels his body trembling slightly-- Klaus will probably notice it especially in America's legs and thighs. ]
Holy s-shit, yeah, uh--!
[ His eyes flutter, moisture beginning to rise to the surface of them. His hand slips from his partner to his own face, the back of his hand covering his mouth. He appears like he's beginning to get worked up, a thick sheet of sweat glistening over the muscles of his body. ]
[The way Alfred's body responds is half the fun of this sort of slow, methodical teasing -- watching the way his eyes flutter, the flush that comes up his neck and chest with that blossom of sweat -- and the other half is finding out just how far he can push that response. He crooks his fingers a hair up against the firmer flesh of his partner's prostate, increases the pressure and speed while he fixes glittering eyes on Alfred's face.
He brings his free hand down to shift their position a little, to bring one of the other man's legs up over his hip to rest there so that he can rut himself more insistently against the curve of Alfred's thigh.]
[ He expects a change of pace and pressure, but it earns Klaus another sharp gasp and a tremor that shakes down his thighs. His chest seems to rise and fall faster, and when he removes his hand from his mouth, there's a rather arrogant grin on his face.
Yeah, He's definitely earned a lot more confidence-- sincere confidence that isn't put on like he always tries to hard to show, but he actually.. feels really good to be on the bottom. His blue eyes are barely visible from under his heavy lids, but Klaus can definitely still see them. ]
Mm-- hah-- yeah?
[ His hands find their way to either sides of him, the building tension causing his head to dip further backwards, fingers clawing at the sofa underneath him. ]
[It's something else to be able to actually see the way that Alfred's gained confidence, and it just makes him ache harder. Frankly, his partner is making it very difficult for him to want to keep preparing him slowly like he'd promised he would -- but he isn't about to risk hurting him, so he keeps working those two fingers in until he's seated comfortably, a curving twist with each downward movement.]
Truuuust me, not planning on it.
[Whether or not it's exactly what Alfred means, Klaus holds their eye contact for the moment. It'll take a little doing for him to be able to do anything else without breaking their gaze, but he's pulled off more complex moves (albeit from the bottom).]
I promised -- not to make you wait too long ... so, are you ready for me?
[ Just as Klaus asks that, America makes a rather uncontrollable noise as his partner gets that spot just right, the pressure almost reaching too much. He sucks in a gulp of air and manages to sit up enough to give Klaus some messy affection, kissing along his lips and jaw repeatedly; they're firm, but there's a lot of kisses he receives. His hands shake, reaching up to claw down the brunette's front, gripping him rather possessively right along the hips. His tail thumps against the sofa, speaking in between his kisses. ]
[That messy affection that Alfred lays on him is a little surprising, but welcome -- and once he's pulled forward, he doesn't resist the movement in the least. He shifts back a fraction to withdraw his fingers slowly, swiftly uncapping the lube for a few hasty strokes up his aching length before he's pressed up against his partner's entrance, one hand wandering up one of those shaking thighs to rest on his hip.]
Jesus fuck...
[Once his hips start the careful roll forward, aiming to slide the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle, a few things become apparent: it's been a while since he's been in this position with another man, he's never been in this position while moonlacing was a thing, and it's that fucking moon again. Alfred might learn just how dirty Klaus's mouth can get when he has mind enough to use it.]
[ Yeah, Jesus fuck is right. It may have been while since Klaus has been in this position with a man, but it's the first time for Alfred-- and he's of course he would go in over his head with something like a dragon cock because he's that extra and tries to act that fearless, but you know.
In any case, his muscles feel pretty tense initially, his mouth choking on air as he digs his nails into his partner's hips. Tears surface to his eyes as he tries to say something, but no words come out. Instead, his hands fumble about to try and find Klaus' hands, trying to hold them and lace their fingers. ]
It's-- haha, ffffuck! Okay, hah.. it's.. fine.
[ Even with those ridges along the bottom of the shaft. He just has to take a deep breath and relax a little more, so his partner will see him do just that, chest riding and falling slowly. He gives him a reassuring glance. ]
Once he feels the other man tensing around him, he slows immediately -- and the sight of the tears at the corners of his eyes actually make him stop. He's about to ask whether he needs to stop when Alfred says that he ought to do just the opposite; even with the confirmation, though, he makes sure he takes the time to lace their fingers and drop his head down to graze his mouth against Alfred's jaw.]
You already feel amazing.
[It's half-growled against Alfred's jaw, his thumb stroking over the back of his partner's. He breathes with him, slower and steadier, like he thinks it might help (hey, maybe it will?) and then resumes rocking forward into the other man.
Mouth still against Alfred's skin, he lets out a softer, keening moan.]
[ That's always kind of his thing is to always go big or go home, no matter what it is, dragon cock included, I guess.
The closeness and intimacy the other man is giving him is enough to calm him down and relax him, along with the praise purred so deliciously against his jaw. It causes any expression of strain to ease, teeth nipping his own lower lip as another half smirk creeps on his face, head rolling back to expose more of his throat. ]
Y..Yeah? Uh.. it feels kind of.. sharp.
[ .. is the best description he can give. His hips churn to encourage, a shaking breath escaping him. ]
And I feel.. really filled up.
[ His breathing increases with each rut he gives, groaning as he pushes his hips along in sync with his partner. Alfred's voice is hoarse by the time he whines out. ]
[With the increased movement from Alfred, Klaus finds himself being less and less able to hold back -- and it doesn't seem to be something the other man is interested in him doing, honestly. He shudders as his partner finds the rhythm of his hips, chasing a trail of nips down the centre of Alfred's throat once the other man exposes it to him.
Whether or not it's intentional, in this kind of position it makes him feel trusted -- something that Alfred makes him feel even though he has no right or claim to it -- and that means more to him than he wants to admit. He untangles one hand from the other man's grasp and glides it along Alfred's hip, resting against the skin more to increased the contact between them than to guide him.
Once he's as deep as he feels he can go (that bulge at the base is a little snug, after all), he starts a rhythm that's more earnest; his tail lashes behind him and he lets out another more wanton moan against Alfred's throat.]
Good -- I want you to enjoy every -- little -- ridge.
[Each phrase punctuated with a thrust of his hips.]
[ He hadn't expected his senses to feel so overwhelming so quickly, but even the kisses down his throat cause him to moan out, his body growing warmer and warmer by the second. As their speed increases, though, he can feel both pleasure mixed with some pain inside of him and his tension quickly climbs to nearly enough. Nearly. The repetitive rutting against his prostate earns Klaus a breathy 'ah' every single time, his eyes daring to water once more. He eventually yips, the fur on his tail bristled and a small a bit of saliva dripping from his dry mouth and he squeezes his eyelids shut. ]
Hah, okay, okay! Fuck, go faster! Touch me too, c'mon, I'm almost there!
[ He clenches his muscles around Klaus, hissing out as his prick releases some beads of pre-cum. ]
[Well, this seems like it's going swimmingly. Klaus grazes his fingertips over Alfred's stomach, and as he hears the request from the other man, he wraps his fist around his cock and spreads out that pre-cum with his thumb, rubbing the underside of the sensitive head.
What really does him in, though, is Alfred clenching around him -- he shudders and arches, increasing his speed and pressing his forehead against Alfred's shoulder.]
Christ, you feel so fucking incredible... I can't wait for you to come for me, baby...
[ Probably a lot better than any of them expected it to go. It's really a good thing this wasn't his first encounter with Klaus and the roles were reversed or he would have been a lot more anxious and less eager about it. That's what happens when someone gains his trust.
His thighs press into the other man's body, a lot stronger than he really intends to, his ankles crossing, toes curling together. His erection throbs in the other man's hold, the lower part of his spine arching as he climbs to his peak with a loud and pleading whine. The blond's hands find themselves clawing at Klaus' back, a choked noise stuck in his throat, but he does manage to get Klaus' name out as he releases, a warm mess splattering over their skin as he climaxes.
Something was really embarrassing to America about coming in his position, and after his body is done constricting, his muscles relax as he closes his eyes, lashes still damp. Alfred can't help but laugh as his chest and cheeks keep a bright red color, his legs are still shaking. ]
[There's some hilarious polar differences there since part of Klaus becomes more anxious around people whose opinions he actually values, which sometimes leads to him being more anxious -- but that's certainly not something he's thinking of, especially as Alfred grasps around him so tightly.
The nails on his back are enough to make him huff and gasp as he continues to thrust, but that whine of his name and the way that his back arches up so deliciously is more than enough to throw Klaus over the edge as well, one arm clutching around Alfred's shoulders.
He tries to relax along with Alfred, though, and his own eyes flutter open just as his partner's close. He presses a trio of kisses over one of his cheeks, affectionate.]
Well, damn -- I hope you enjoyed that at least half as much as I did.
[ Feeling the other man release inside of him encourages a pleased hum out of America's throat, his smile inching wider on his face as he feels the very last tingles leave his body in waves. He giggles at being kissed, ignoring how he's certain his ass is gonna burn tomorrow. It's fine. ]
God, yes!! That was.. sooo awesome.
[ Something about him looks exhausted, but he seems warm and happy as ever. ]
You gotta get a copy of that dick of yours.
[ Not to say Klaus' normal dick wasn't.. nice.. but this one was really.. unique. He scrubs at the moisture on his lashes, half-lidded eyes regarding his partner. One of his hands finds itself in Klaus' hair, affectionately stroking through the curls. ]
[If Alfred is exhausted, Klaus is doubly so -- even with the moon, being as sated and content as he is right now makes him really just want to sleep. They're still on the couch, though, so that's not exactly an option.
He grabs one of his socks from the ground to clean Alfred and himself up a little, chuckling at the statement about his dick.]
You know, I was thinking the same thing. Is it technically self-insertion if the dildo was pretty much the same as your dick at one time?
[He tips his head into the hand in his hair.
Oh, yeah. So bossy.]
Like how fucking cute you look right now? Or ... mm, how you're so good at being incredibly sexy without knowing it?
My vote is yes, totally yes. 'Cause technically it's still your dick.
[ America pushes his body into Klaus' hand as he cleans, his arms lifting so they can fold behind his own head, breaking from Klaus' head after he's given him some affection. He's a bit of an attention seeker, and since he's gotten so comfortable with Klaus sexually, he feels less body shy and instead basks in it, wanting to be seen and admired. His grin spreads to show his teeth, but he curls his hand over his mouth when he's complimented. ]
Yeah! Stuff like that. I really like hearing it. It makes me feel really good.
Well, then I guess I don't mind stroking your ego a little.
[He honestly doesn't: it's something that comes naturally to him, complimenting people. He doesn't even need to mean it, so long as it gets him what he wants (although with Alfred, he's genuine). After his partner is all cleaned up, he moves to settle down against him with a satisfied huff.]
You're -- really fucking great, after all. I don't think I know anyone else who'd even consider just opening a restaurant in a completely foreign fucking universe.
[ He's been squinting at his companion for the longest time, so once Klaus has settled next to him, he slides his glasses back on his face and props his head up by putting his ear in his hand and his elbow on the couch, shifting on his side to give Klaus more room. ]
Hahaha, oh man, for real? I know it's crazy, but it's kind of been a dream of mine! Capitalism is super important after all.. I'd love to somehow leave my mark all over the universes! I'd talk about stuff like this a lot, and nobody really took me seriously. I proved them wrong though, because I'm that awesome.
I never really considered this place a bad place even if it isn't home. It's a scientific breakthrough!
[It's really something to see the shift in Alfred's demeanor now that he's really comfortable around Klaus. He brings a hand over to brush through the blond's hair.]
Mmm, right -- you are still America, after all, so I guess all that makes sense.
[He shrugs.]
I don't know if I consider it a 'bad' place either. It's just a -- different place, even if I don't think they're telling us everything about how we got here in the first place.
[ He hums pleasantly when his hair is raked through. He hasn't wiped the smile off of his face yet and he really doesn't plan to. The warmth he's feeling he knows isn't just something lingering from his orgasm-- it's something else. ]
Yeah. It's really amazing. Sometimes I worry about back home, but it's so boring. Just paperwork.. and every four years I get a new boss, or keep the same one. It's always kind of an adjustment; sometimes their choices I don't like or agree with or they tell me to do something I don't like and yeah. It's weird.
I bet it's nice to be a human and live a whatever kind of lifestyle.
[Well, at least one of them is conscious of that feeling already -- Klaus is still doing his best to ignore it in one form or another with Alfred.
The words from the other man make sense once he considers them: so, the president more or less controls the country itself. That tracks, even if it's ... some sort of weird slavery?]
It -- sounds weird, man. And sure, I guess being human might be nice, but I don't have a lot to compare it to...and a lot of people still don't live a 'whatever' lifestyle. Just idiots like me, remember?
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He nips lightly at a particularly sensitive spot over Alfred's throat, starting to rock his first inserted finger inside the man while his thumb strokes lightly over his balls.
How can he still be having such a casual conversation with how busy his hand is? He's had a lot of practice.]
You don't want to be scrawny like me. The broad-shoulders give you much more of a beefcake vibe.
[There's another soft laugh, the tip of his second finger caressing over Alfred's perineum.]
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He squirms delightfully under the other man, trying to encourage contact on just the right spot for him. Nothing about what Klaus is doing feels bad though. The attention on his neck is enough of a distraction as it is. He breathes out, shakily, but seems a lot more at ease than any other time they've done anything like this. ]
Are.. are you saying I'm a beefcake?
[ Just say yes, Klaus, even if you don't mean it. ]
Do you really think I'm handsome?
[ His partner says it a lot, but America just really loves to hear it. ]
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That's what I said, babe.
[His lips settle onto Alfred's collarbone, pressing a quick series of light pecks against the skin between his next words.]
Handsome...sweet...sexy...you're a full meal deal, as far as I'm concerned...
[He's even only partly stoking Alfred's ego -- he has a type, all right, and blonde and built soldier boys definitely fit into that type.]
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Y—Yeah? I am? You think s..so?
[ However, his body jolts when Klaus gives him more pressure, another sharp gasp coming from him. His spine curls and America feels his body trembling slightly-- Klaus will probably notice it especially in America's legs and thighs. ]
Holy s-shit, yeah, uh--!
[ His eyes flutter, moisture beginning to rise to the surface of them. His hand slips from his partner to his own face, the back of his hand covering his mouth. He appears like he's beginning to get worked up, a thick sheet of sweat glistening over the muscles of his body. ]
God that feels real good! Keep doing that!
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[The way Alfred's body responds is half the fun of this sort of slow, methodical teasing -- watching the way his eyes flutter, the flush that comes up his neck and chest with that blossom of sweat -- and the other half is finding out just how far he can push that response. He crooks his fingers a hair up against the firmer flesh of his partner's prostate, increases the pressure and speed while he fixes glittering eyes on Alfred's face.
He brings his free hand down to shift their position a little, to bring one of the other man's legs up over his hip to rest there so that he can rut himself more insistently against the curve of Alfred's thigh.]
God, you look so good like this...
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Yeah, He's definitely earned a lot more confidence-- sincere confidence that isn't put on like he always tries to hard to show, but he actually.. feels really good to be on the bottom. His blue eyes are barely visible from under his heavy lids, but Klaus can definitely still see them. ]
Mm-- hah-- yeah?
[ His hands find their way to either sides of him, the building tension causing his head to dip further backwards, fingers clawing at the sofa underneath him. ]
Don't take your eyes off me, then.
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Truuuust me, not planning on it.
[Whether or not it's exactly what Alfred means, Klaus holds their eye contact for the moment. It'll take a little doing for him to be able to do anything else without breaking their gaze, but he's pulled off more complex moves (albeit from the bottom).]
I promised -- not to make you wait too long ... so, are you ready for me?
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Yes. Now.
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Jesus fuck...
[Once his hips start the careful roll forward, aiming to slide the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle, a few things become apparent: it's been a while since he's been in this position with another man, he's never been in this position while moonlacing was a thing, and it's that fucking moon again. Alfred might learn just how dirty Klaus's mouth can get when he has mind enough to use it.]
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In any case, his muscles feel pretty tense initially, his mouth choking on air as he digs his nails into his partner's hips. Tears surface to his eyes as he tries to say something, but no words come out. Instead, his hands fumble about to try and find Klaus' hands, trying to hold them and lace their fingers. ]
It's-- haha, ffffuck! Okay, hah.. it's.. fine.
[ Even with those ridges along the bottom of the shaft. He just has to take a deep breath and relax a little more, so his partner will see him do just that, chest riding and falling slowly. He gives him a reassuring glance. ]
Keep on. I.. really want you to.
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Once he feels the other man tensing around him, he slows immediately -- and the sight of the tears at the corners of his eyes actually make him stop. He's about to ask whether he needs to stop when Alfred says that he ought to do just the opposite; even with the confirmation, though, he makes sure he takes the time to lace their fingers and drop his head down to graze his mouth against Alfred's jaw.]
You already feel amazing.
[It's half-growled against Alfred's jaw, his thumb stroking over the back of his partner's. He breathes with him, slower and steadier, like he thinks it might help (hey, maybe it will?) and then resumes rocking forward into the other man.
Mouth still against Alfred's skin, he lets out a softer, keening moan.]
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The closeness and intimacy the other man is giving him is enough to calm him down and relax him, along with the praise purred so deliciously against his jaw. It causes any expression of strain to ease, teeth nipping his own lower lip as another half smirk creeps on his face, head rolling back to expose more of his throat. ]
Y..Yeah? Uh.. it feels kind of.. sharp.
[ .. is the best description he can give. His hips churn to encourage, a shaking breath escaping him. ]
And I feel.. really filled up.
[ His breathing increases with each rut he gives, groaning as he pushes his hips along in sync with his partner. Alfred's voice is hoarse by the time he whines out. ]
—I love it.
[ Even if some of it stings. ]
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Whether or not it's intentional, in this kind of position it makes him feel trusted -- something that Alfred makes him feel even though he has no right or claim to it -- and that means more to him than he wants to admit. He untangles one hand from the other man's grasp and glides it along Alfred's hip, resting against the skin more to increased the contact between them than to guide him.
Once he's as deep as he feels he can go (that bulge at the base is a little snug, after all), he starts a rhythm that's more earnest; his tail lashes behind him and he lets out another more wanton moan against Alfred's throat.]
Good -- I want you to enjoy every -- little -- ridge.
[Each phrase punctuated with a thrust of his hips.]
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Hah, okay, okay! Fuck, go faster! Touch me too, c'mon, I'm almost there!
[ He clenches his muscles around Klaus, hissing out as his prick releases some beads of pre-cum. ]
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What really does him in, though, is Alfred clenching around him -- he shudders and arches, increasing his speed and pressing his forehead against Alfred's shoulder.]
Christ, you feel so fucking incredible... I can't wait for you to come for me, baby...
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His thighs press into the other man's body, a lot stronger than he really intends to, his ankles crossing, toes curling together. His erection throbs in the other man's hold, the lower part of his spine arching as he climbs to his peak with a loud and pleading whine. The blond's hands find themselves clawing at Klaus' back, a choked noise stuck in his throat, but he does manage to get Klaus' name out as he releases, a warm mess splattering over their skin as he climaxes.
Something was really embarrassing to America about coming in his position, and after his body is done constricting, his muscles relax as he closes his eyes, lashes still damp. Alfred can't help but laugh as his chest and cheeks keep a bright red color, his legs are still shaking. ]
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The nails on his back are enough to make him huff and gasp as he continues to thrust, but that whine of his name and the way that his back arches up so deliciously is more than enough to throw Klaus over the edge as well, one arm clutching around Alfred's shoulders.
He tries to relax along with Alfred, though, and his own eyes flutter open just as his partner's close. He presses a trio of kisses over one of his cheeks, affectionate.]
Well, damn -- I hope you enjoyed that at least half as much as I did.
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God, yes!! That was.. sooo awesome.
[ Something about him looks exhausted, but he seems warm and happy as ever. ]
You gotta get a copy of that dick of yours.
[ Not to say Klaus' normal dick wasn't.. nice.. but this one was really.. unique. He scrubs at the moisture on his lashes, half-lidded eyes regarding his partner. One of his hands finds itself in Klaus' hair, affectionately stroking through the curls. ]
Hey, say some other nice things about me.
[ Bossy, isn't he? ]
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He grabs one of his socks from the ground to clean Alfred and himself up a little, chuckling at the statement about his dick.]
You know, I was thinking the same thing. Is it technically self-insertion if the dildo was pretty much the same as your dick at one time?
[He tips his head into the hand in his hair.
Oh, yeah. So bossy.]
Like how fucking cute you look right now? Or ... mm, how you're so good at being incredibly sexy without knowing it?
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[ America pushes his body into Klaus' hand as he cleans, his arms lifting so they can fold behind his own head, breaking from Klaus' head after he's given him some affection. He's a bit of an attention seeker, and since he's gotten so comfortable with Klaus sexually, he feels less body shy and instead basks in it, wanting to be seen and admired. His grin spreads to show his teeth, but he curls his hand over his mouth when he's complimented. ]
Yeah! Stuff like that. I really like hearing it. It makes me feel really good.
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[He honestly doesn't: it's something that comes naturally to him, complimenting people. He doesn't even need to mean it, so long as it gets him what he wants (although with Alfred, he's genuine). After his partner is all cleaned up, he moves to settle down against him with a satisfied huff.]
You're -- really fucking great, after all. I don't think I know anyone else who'd even consider just opening a restaurant in a completely foreign fucking universe.
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Hahaha, oh man, for real? I know it's crazy, but it's kind of been a dream of mine! Capitalism is super important after all.. I'd love to somehow leave my mark all over the universes! I'd talk about stuff like this a lot, and nobody really took me seriously. I proved them wrong though, because I'm that awesome.
I never really considered this place a bad place even if it isn't home. It's a scientific breakthrough!
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Mmm, right -- you are still America, after all, so I guess all that makes sense.
[He shrugs.]
I don't know if I consider it a 'bad' place either. It's just a -- different place, even if I don't think they're telling us everything about how we got here in the first place.
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Yeah. It's really amazing. Sometimes I worry about back home, but it's so boring. Just paperwork.. and every four years I get a new boss, or keep the same one. It's always kind of an adjustment; sometimes their choices I don't like or agree with or they tell me to do something I don't like and yeah. It's weird.
I bet it's nice to be a human and live a whatever kind of lifestyle.
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The words from the other man make sense once he considers them: so, the president more or less controls the country itself. That tracks, even if it's ... some sort of weird slavery?]
It -- sounds weird, man. And sure, I guess being human might be nice, but I don't have a lot to compare it to...and a lot of people still don't live a 'whatever' lifestyle. Just idiots like me, remember?
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