Nine-Point-Five Smuppets; Text; Private to Murdoc

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Well it's safe to say he's kinda nervous. It's been a shitty week and this is something he's wanted to do ever since right after his swimming lesson with Murdoc when he mentioned needing more than a kiss to win him. With all the shit that had interfered since then, it's been delayed too many times. A part of him is afraid that, given the aforementioned shitty week, Murdoc turning him down would only make it that much shittier. But... in the effort to turn it around and make it not shitty, he's decided to just take the risk. Because it has all of the potential to make him really goddamn happy.

Sad, too... But still. The potential for happiness is there.

But still again, he's really freaking nervous ugh.]

Attention. Attention.

Would one ~*Murdoc Donoghue*~ report to this entry ASAP.

Please and thank you.

Comments

[wwistful]

[He's going to wait a few moments before he gets angry and replies again.]

Don't you dare ignore me.

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Oh. That response is enough to snap him out of it.]

I wasn't ignoring you! I was just

surprised.

A heart.

Really?

[wwistful]

Oh, so now you're mocking me?
Mature, really.

[plushaeusrumpified]

No! No, no, no. Oh my god.

Murdoc.

No.

[Hrrrgh. How does he even express this? He doesn't know how.]

Fuck.

No.



What I'm trying to say is it makes me happy, you dumbass.

Jesus Christ.

I just wasn't expecting it.

[wwistful]

Oh.



This is why you should stop being vague.

[Stop making him feel so vunerable, asshole.]

[plushaeusrumpified]

But if I wasn't vague, none of this ever would have happened.

None of it.

[You made him vulnerable first, asshole.]

[wwistful]

Perhaps it would have happened in a more direct manner.


Hopefully not in public, though.

[plushaeusrumpified]

I highly doubt that. I'm not a puppet master for nothing, my job isn't to be direct.


If you're scared I'm going to embarrass you, then just say so and I'll make sure to promise and be on my absolute best behaviour.

[wwistful]

[INK SPLATTERS.]

Is that meant to be a joke? I didn't know you were a puppet master.

I never said that, but alright. I'm sure you'll manage that somehow.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Those ink splatters look really judgmental. You've seen me carrying Cal around, haven't you?

[wwistful]

I don't know who Cal is. Why does he need to be carried?

[plushaeusrumpified]

Are you seriously telling me you've never seen me carrying him around? The fuck is this witchcraft?

[wwistful]

Why are you so upset by this?

[plushaeusrumpified]

I'm not upset, I'm just surprised.

Lil Cal is my ventriloquist puppet. I made him myself when I was in school. I used to rap with him at clubs and shit before teaching took up all my time.

[wwistful]

Is that the hideous thing that wears a sweater? I'm starting to have second thoughts about you.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Don't diss Lil Cal, he's the shit. And it's too late, you already said yes. Can't back out now, babe.

[wwistful]

He's awfully creepy looking.
I can do whatever I want, actually, love.

[plushaeusrumpified]

If you had any intention of bailing out, you wouldn't be using pet names, babe.

[wwistful]

Petnames can be condescending, pet.

[plushaeusrumpified]

I still don't believe you want to.

[But he is starting to worry...]

[wwistful]

Of course not. I'm not going to turn down a free meal. What kind of man would I be if I did?

[plushaeusrumpified]

Oh, okay. Everything suddenly makes sense now. You only agreed to go on a date with me because you wanted a sugar daddy.

[wwistful]

Absolutely not. I can support myself perfectly well. However, if I only have to entertain you for an evening for an expensive dinner I may as well take the chance.

[plushaeusrumpified]

Sugar Bro, then.

All the perks and then some of a sugar daddy, but younger, sexier, and with less risk of breaking a hip in bed, which I'm sure is a huge and constant risk for Hugh Heffner.

And we go out less often so you can still keep your pride by believing you're supporting yourself.

[wwistful]

Why bother with something so trivial as pride? With an offer like that, how could I ever refuse? Should I quit my job as a professor, then? Can't imagine I'll be needing it now that I'm mooching off a sprightly young lad such as yourself. It's all I've ever dreamed of.

I make no promises in regards to the safety of either of our hips.