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[dreor]

open roleplay post for PSLs, meme continuations, AU world building, and everything in between! ⅰ. reply with your character. include a prompt. written prompts work best! ⅱ. request a character/verse/continuation in the subject line. ⅲ. have fun! unsure of where to start? here are a few of our favourite bakerstreet memes for inspiration: texts from last night morning after rainy/snow day hurt/comfort road trip insomnia rules: Ⅰ. nsfw stuff is welcome and encouraged, but please comment or PM for heavy kink discussion. Ⅱ. i am terrible at writing action scenes. this isn't really a rule, actually, just a fair warning. Ⅲ. be nice. no shaming or wanking and you get a free cookie. Ⅳ. do not comment here if i haven't played with you before, or if we haven't previously discussed starting a thread. graphic by idrilka

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[broil]

I see you.

[He's shifted even closer now, adjusting himself in his seat while his hand drops down to James's shoulder. Tilting his head coyly, eyes scan him down to his chest and back up to his lips.]

What's your name?

[dreor]

[ he's found a charmer, that's for sure. but he likes that too. it's easier to get along with someone who wants to be with him right off the bat. hell, even if it's just to pet his hair for a while and tell him he's cute, he'll go with it. ]

Smooth-talker, huh? [ it's fine, he likes that too. it's a pity that hand's left his hair, and he does frown just the tiniest little frown at it, but he still has a pretty good buzz going that it's hard to look too disappointed. ]

[ -- oh, right. names. he sounds a little unconfident about it, but he can rebound quick. ] It's, uh. James. You can call me anything you want.

[broil]

James. How classic.

[His finger comes up to his face, pretends to gently pick a lash from his cheek.]

I'm Petre. That's European. Ever been there?

[dreor]

[ it's funny. Europe - he's pretty sure he's been there. missions, the war, but it all rolls together and still comes out foggy. he figures he can at least assume so. ]

Few times. Parts of it are nice. [ instead of watching Petre's face, his eyes instead follow the other man's hand, moving his head so that finger's closer to his lips. ] What brought you over here?

[broil]

[Sure, if he says so. Petre prefers to lock his eyes on those lips anyway.]

I'm a private investigator. Though tonight I'm just a guy looking for someone to take me home.

[dreor]

[ well, that presents a problem. his brows furrow briefly, as James thinks for a moment on a solution. ]

I don't exactly have a place. Could probably find one, though.