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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter /

himbomb /

incelligent

*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama)

kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder)

moneyballer available on request

Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc)

googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy)

edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job)

madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game)

aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party)

portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party)

confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag)

feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo)

pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

screechy

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[She flatters him in a way that feels so very intimate, unintentionally reminding him of the final night he and Catherine spent together. Dandy is here with Faye now taking on a three-dimensional form, but due to the secret nature of his one-of-a-kind gift, he has bouts of all-knowing, all-seeing perception... Whenever he wants to truly see what it is that currently he's looking at, that is.

So the Catherine he remembers isn't a box, but a thick-haired, lleggy, older woman, with a deep voice that always maintained a teasing lilt. They'd play games of cat and mouse much like this one, and eventually she grew tired enough of running and fond enough of Dandy to let him sleep in her bed.

One thing's for certain, however- She was always hard to hold. Those harsh edges of hers, unfriendly and sharp... They had always been there, right from the start.

She never had any intention of really letting him in, and he knew that.]

But it's a beautiful name.

You're the only Faye I know... Which sucks for all the other versions!

[He reaches out to brush a strand of Faye's hair behind her ears, then leaning in so that he can whisper-]

I don't think I'd like them as much.

[ the affectionate gesture. the brush of his breath paired with the throaty inflection of his words in her ear. it all encourages an involuntary shiver and swarm of goosebumps to spread down her arms. it’s not until that very moment, with dandy’s face hovering so close to hers, where all either of them would have to do is tilt their heads a certain way and suddenly their mouths meet, that faye becomes painfully aware of just how close she's let dandy get. ]

You like me, huh?

[ she, too, could be unfriendly and sharp, with hard edges that made her hard to hold despite being soft to the touch. no intention of letting anyone in, not even at an arm's length. you'd never guess it looking at her now: willingly pressed close, arms draping over dandy's shoulders with little care. ]

Even though I held a gun to your face and threatened to shoot you?

[ the question seems to amuse her, evident in the smile spreading across her face as she leans back just enough to draw his eyes to hers. ]

Most men would've run in the opposite direction.

[A vortex of cosmic destruction inside of him begins to whirl, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. Temporary pleasures of the flesh are fleeting, entirely external in nature, but the prospect of something real, something far more permanent? The pyonium within him can sense it, and as a result, activates.

This doesn't happen often, and truth be told, it never did with Catherine. So there's not a thing in his head that can tell him how to deal with the potential chaos that could disrupt the fabric of their very universe...]

Well, that's easy! I'm just not that kinda guy.

[But Dandy hardly ever sweats the small stuff, or the big stuff, or whatever else in between. Instead he tethers himself in this moment, where their bodies are pressed close to one another, and he can see her eyes and feel her breath despite everything in this stuffy club fighting for a top spot in his sensory overload.]

Not the kinda guy who would run away from you, and not the kinda guy you thought I was.

[His issue of the following invitation is gentle, spoken with an air of grounded warmth:]

Say, do you wanna come home with me tonight?

After all that alien huntin', my twinkle-toes are plain tuckered out.

Not that kind of guy, huh.

[ faye says, though the words won’t reach, spoken in a voice that was soft enough to be easily drowned out. it’s almost said with an air of disappointment but not even she’s for certain whether she should be or not. she’s heard that line time and time again, and it often becomes the harbinger of whatever ulterior motive was getting ready to reveal itself. dandy was clearly deprived of human touch (living with just a cat and a robot? hey, she understands... ), with the mind of a hormone-raging teen boy (that she understands a little less), but from the very start she’s struggled to figure out what this guy’s deal was. the REAL deal ~~ya feel?~~ it wasn’t that he was particularly hard to read but it was all a facade, there was something more to him, and she knew that just hours into their first meeting; cemented later after he had smashed the mirror in his bathroom.

that night feels strangely distant now. but here, right now, the two of them, on a date of all things, exchanging heat and heavy gazes, and nearly swallowing each other’s breath—it feels very real. and she's very much present in the moment.

so what’s the deal?

what’s her deal? ]

Maybe I'm not the kind of woman you thought I was either.

[ faye’s arms move then to tighten around dandy’s neck slightly, securing her to him, guiding his hips with her own with a bit of force. she searches his eyes with a playful little smirk on her face. ]

If I go home with you, does that mean we're passing out on the couch once we get there?

[ her mouth hovers an inch closer to his. he can smell the artificial cherry scent of her lipstick. ]

Because I think there's still some dancing left in me—

[ she's challenging his space so much that it's practically an invite (a plea?) for him to kiss her; watching him with those round, green eyes of hers. ]

—if you catch my drift.

[Oh, and catch it he does.

This in intoxicating, he can't deny that. He call smell her lipstick from here, and the temptation to forego all hesitation and ruin everything by kissing her is palpable. The drive to do it is pulsating like the music that reverberate from the speakers around them, thrumming within him, not unlike many of the stupid rhythms he hums and creates for himself.]

Eh!

That depends on what you're in the mood for when we finally get there. If we get there! I dunno if I'll be able to feel my legs after this. They're like, attached still, right? Geez.

[Surprisingly blasé, huh.

He's bluffing.]

I'm not gonna tie you down or anything if you happen to change your mind.

But you promised to tie me up, remember? Or should I tie you up instead? Give those tired legs of yours a break?

[ that familiar, flirty lilt of her voice she's been using all night. she's a woman well-versed in her magnestism—she knows she doesn't need to do much to get a man yearning. what she never truly expects is the need she experiences for them. their body. their warmth to crash into. maybe she leans a little heavy in her touch, in the way she scans dandy's face for an uncomfortable amount of time, painfully intimate for such an unforgiving woman, because she knows this could only be temporary. nothing was allowed to last. not even this dance. there's comfort to be found in that.

for what seems like an eternity hinging off whether they'd kiss or not, the window of opportunity comes to a close as faye moves to unravel herself from the man. there's a hint of reluctance when all bodily contact is suddenly no more. still, she smiles at dandy, all cool and confident, nodding her head towards the exit. ]

Say, let's get out of here, yeah?

[ there's too many people all of a sudden. to escape from the hold of the crowd, faye grabs one of dandy's hands and leads him out in a skillful way that limits how many bodies they bump into. she doesn't look back until they've completely cleared it; wandering off only to return with her jacket. she slips it back on while ushering them towards the door. once they're in the night air, faye emits a loud sigh. ]

God, it feels so much better to be out of there. That was fun and all but it was getting a little, uh, stuffy...

[ ... annnnd that means: time for a cigarette! cue her digging around for one. ]

Somethin' tells me we'd both prefer it that-a-way.

[Dandy, whose face is still covered in drippy black eye makeup and tacky glitter, gains an air of cheer when he feels the cold night hair on his sweaty face. He oscillates between aloof and a little too excited either way, coming on too strong or not strong enough, and this is no different.

His fingers curl into hers, and the alien hunter notes that despite the number of punches she throws, her nails are still done. He wonders if she gussied herself up for this specifically, and rubs a thumb over the nail of her own.

The second she begins to reach for a cigarette, he breaks free of her grasp, taking the opportunity to wrap both arms around her middle before nuzzling his trademark, Dandy-shaped chin into her shoulder.]

Hey.

I think I finally figured out why a smokeshow like you is always smokin'.

You're doin' it to feel warm right? To get at an itch you can't scratch with your pretty fingers.

Well this is warm, right?

[ faye tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes cast on her jacket. sweat has given her face a slight sheen but her makeup has remained intact for the most part, unlike a certain alien hunter. an interesting thing to behold after first impressions had her convinced that dandy was the kind of man who really cared a whole lot about his appearance. especially the hair which currently sits somewhat deflated atop his head. and while the former might be true, this ‘look’ also tells her that he can be messy too. it's kind of

attractive? ~~is it the leather...~~

searching, she’s more determined now to use the cigarette as a means to avoid long, awkward pauses now that they’re no longer grinding on each other. to busy her mouth so that he had to say something first—and so he does, just as intended, all while wrapping his arms around her middle.

she forgets about the cigarette. almost doesn’t quite catch what he says. her arms relax and her hands drop away from her jacket without a fight. ]

Yeah. This is… warm. [ she clears her throat ] Really warm.

[ and she stands there with him for a small moment, surrendering to that human need for touch, the sticky press of his skin against hers a stark reminder of how deeply she's craved it. no one holds her like this. no one has really managed that far. ]

I think it's more along the lines of stress and nicotine addiction that keep me smoking but...

[ she trails off, peeling herself from him slowly. carefully. it's crucial that she doesn't trip up and get lost in what is only meant to be temporary. that she keeps her footing, her sense of control in all of this. in the absence of his body, the air feels even colder. she swallows down a shudder and turns to look at him. ]

...if we're talking about keeping warm, I think I have a better idea.

[ her gaze is tender; her smile suggestive. ]

Lead the way?

[He does and he doesn't. Maintaining a particular "look" allows him to keep his identity consistent when he's got little else to hold onto in terms of memories.

Dandy isn't particularly concerned about his appearance tonight, instead more solidly focused on hers, imagining how the lines of her body would potentially feel against his own. Space Dandy is by no means a giant man, but Faye is even more petite and slender of frame, with curves in all the right places. But what he lacks in muscle mass, he makes up for with horniness for the ass!!!

Err. Maybe that's not quite right, nevermind.]

Oooh.

[Dandy reaches for her left hand casually, taking it in his right. Despite the cool front he's putting up on the outside, he's elated. Her hands are so much smaller than his, despite being so much more capable.

She seems legitimately happy.

This feels like a victory.]

I could get used to this.

[He tries to keep things light, jokey, even.

But it's true. He really could.

He shouldn't, though.

That much he knows.]

So, Faye! Tell me...

Isn't this a whole lot nicer than roughin' it out on your own?

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this entire icon of his is stupid as hell

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proceeds to rise from the dead and go straight for the meaty stuff

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