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[hippie_ninja]

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[proofofconcept]

No, definitely not. I, um. I mean, pretty much anyone I'm willing to sleep with, I'm willing to...you know. Do that kind of stuff with.

[hippie_ninja]

Yeah? [There's a bit of a grin there, in the voice] Maybe we should play around sometime.

[proofofconcept]

[eyes emoji times a million]

I mean. Yeah, we can, um. We can do that.

Um...I should point out that this level of awkwardness is like, one hundred percent, um, normal, not like. A sign that I'm hesitant or something.

[hippie_ninja]

[A laugh] I was wondering.

Sort of charming though, now that I know.

[proofofconcept]

Yep, that's me. Mr. Charm.

[Said with such a depressed exhaustion the likes of which you have never heard.]

[hippie_ninja]

Sounds like you've made something about it work for you.

[proofofconcept]

I literally have no idea what. There is not, I don't, I don't know how to explain how much I do not know what people like about...that.

[Came perilously close to that last word being "me," but people don't tend to enjoy that when he says it, he's at least learned that much. Also, to be fair, it's less true than it once was, he understands at least one or two of his attractive traits.]

[hippie_ninja]

[Yeah he hears that unspoken bit.]

Maybe it's that it's honest.

[proofofconcept]

Well, I've been described as the worst liar in the history of the world, which isn't a hundred percent true, but...I guess tracks.

[hippie_ninja]

[He laughs] Want to play poker sometime, then?

[proofofconcept]

You wouldn't want that, actually. The only time I ever actually feel good at anything is with cards in my hands.

...See, if I was smart I would have just said sure and then taken you for all you're worth.

[hippie_ninja]

[he laughs] It's working for you. Honesty is sexy. Maybe I want to play with you anyway to see you confident.

[proofofconcept]

I mean, I do deal cards at the Neptune if you want to see that part. But I mean, yeah, we can play poker if you want to.

[hippie_ninja]

What...dealing just for fun?

[proofofconcept]

No, I mean, I work there. Dealing cards is, you know, my job.

[hippie_ninja]

Ohhh, so the house really does always win when you're on shift, huh?

I'd still like to play with you. I think if we do strip poker I can still at least walk away with your shirt.

[proofofconcept]

[A soft laugh, maybe a little nervous, but more in an excited way than a scared way. After all, they did kind of do a whole sexting thing there and he enjoyed it, so he might enjoy...well, actually making it real, right?]

We can do strip poker sometime. I don't know about my shirt, but at least a shoe.

[hippie_ninja]

Maybe I'll find out I'm a foot guy and I can call that a win.

When are you free?

[proofofconcept]

Um, whenever I'm not working, mostly. I'm off the day after tomorrow?

[That seems like an appropriate, not-thirsty-but-not-too-hard-to-get amount of time to wait! He's going to get an A in Setting Up Hookups, a thing that is both reasonable to want,]

[hippie_ninja]

[If Quentin had said any sooner Jesus might have balked for all the same reasons: being thirsty but not wanting to appear like he is.]

Sounds good. Where should I meet you? And when?

[proofofconcept]

Um, well, you did give me that pin so I can just come to you if you want. Maybe like...9pm?

[Is that a slutty time? That's a slutty time. Shit he's fucked up.]

[hippie_ninja]

[and not meeting for coffee beforehand? Scandalous. Jesus is grinning]

Yeah, 9 works. Are you a wine drinker?

[proofofconcept]

[Well, if he gets serial killed it's not like it's anything more than a moderate annoyance, so YOLIT (you only live infinite times)!]

Um, definite yes. I'll bring the...cards, I guess. That's not that big of a contribution, but whatever.

[hippie_ninja]

I'll see you then.

[proofofconcept]

Yeah. Definitely. See you then.