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ricochetluv · 1 year

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@foxiams : “ daddy ~ ” she practically sin-songs. after all, how could she miss a chance to sow chaos like so? paying for entertainment seemed logical.

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 crawling it's way down his back or something else entirely, but regardless the words have the merchant's spine going ramrod straight. the normal lazy regard of forest green eyes split wide - and he looks down at the foxian - really looks, as if trying to assess the probability of having a child running around somewhere that he didn't know about.

...sampo finds the stakes a little too high for his liking.

he clears his throat, a hand fluttering over his chest then in typical, rose-tinted flourish.

" you know the deal, ma'am. " comes his bell-clear tones, pleasant in the moonlight hour. that hand extends out to her then. " simple pleasures aren't free. pay up, and don't forget the 12% tax. i'm not running a charity. "

#foxiams #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 一 ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #PLEASE I'M IN TEARS #they're just trying to out menace each other #what do you do when a pretty fox lady calls you daddy?#sampo trying to figure out if he has demon spawn running around fr

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ricochetluv · 1 year

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@forbelobog : his gaze is hard to misinterpret - gepard is hungry the moment he crosses the threshold - blue eyes narrowed on sampo's form. door closed, alone at last, captain waits for the conman to turn and face him, before he makes a motion with his hand, pointing to the bed, "now." he adopts his military tone, expecting the order to be received. sampo had discussed his desire to comply whenever gepard asks, in great detail might he add, so gepard will take him at his word. it's been a long day, and he plans to work it out with sampo. multiple times, in fact, if time permits...

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐒 - one of warm juxtaposition in contrast to the task at hand. the day is warm, for belobog, and it puts him in a cheerful mood - couple that with the ticking hour of gepard most certainly being home soon, as well as the assorted gadgets spread out on the table before him, the affable sampo is as sunny as can be. he tinkers away with screwdriver in hand, very delicately attaching some sort of wiring to the inside of one of his bombs (that he definitely should NOT have on the dinner table), and murmurs the off kilter tune - certainly not a local one, and perhaps not from this planet at all.

eyes glance at the clock and he knows he should clean up - put the bombs away because they are definitely illegal and gepard would give him a stern talking to over contraband weaponry should he catch him in the act... so sampo stands, quick to usher his tools and items into a neat and meticulously kept black case when -

the door clicks open, and the conman lets out the smallest of 'eeps.'

his spine goes ramrod straight, as he swears he feels what is an additional chill in the air. sampo shuts the case in a hurry, whirling on his boyfriend to offer him one of his simpering smiles. rats. he's definitely been caught and is going to be in some amount of trouble for this but- then the command rings through him, he drinks in the look in gepard's everfrost gaze, and sampo's mouth is forming a small 'o.'

" well. hello to you too, baby. " comes his ever cheerful chuckle, and he is retreating, backing up slowly towards the large bed on the other side of the small apartment. a hand is raised in supplication, but the violet haired man looks at his lover through long, coquettish lashes, eyes already lidding with desire. as sampo retreats, the silken and rather ridiculous robe he'd been wearing slips off broad shoulders - down, down, down, collecting at the crux of his elbows and baring most of his chest and abdomen to gepard. when knees hit the back of the bed, he pauses, a long leg darting out beneath folds of fabric. he does not lay upon the mattress. yet. but he does offer the other an almost saccharine smile, an innocent cant of his head, and a smoky uttering of:

" rough day? "

#forbelobog #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 一 ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #suggestive #suggestive tw #hhehehe......

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ricochetluv · 1 year

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@foxiams : ❛ hush

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 afforded himself the opportunity of being away - no longer caged to the frozen wastes of belobog and the class divides that still remained in the wake of cocolia. he's known and seen plenty, certainly, more than the average person from-that-planet-he-definitely-is-absolutely-from, but there is nothing quite like the xianzhou luofu and all the splendor it brings. more than anything, there is nothing quite like the profits even the most simple of items here will turn back in belobog, or the profits that information on these... zealous immortals could turn just as easily. everything was sellable, and the xianzhou simply further proved his point.

sampo koski was, in all things, extremely good at what he did. people, no matter how old, were puppets to be manipulated, and his foolish and cowardly facade worn like a second skin that had melded to both soul and personality. but he was smart, wickedly so, and always - almost always, was he the fox in the chicken coop.

but, pun fully intended, tingyun was whole-heartedly in the process of outfoxing him.

he'd been in the process of rambling - a standard behavior, for the merchant and mercenary, affable charms in full swing as he peered down into the warm pools of his opponent's large eyes and offered her his most winning smile. what was he even trying to buy? he doesn't remember. he thinks she might be saying something though - ah! no, he's being silenced.

surprisingly, he shuts up, jaw clamping shut in the wake of one small and petite finger and a near pout permeating the handsome lines of his face. " but- " he begins, and yet finds that nagging finger staring at him still, so sampo's frown deepens - before he sighs, slouching forward in defeat. " rude. " comes his irate mumbling, " sampo koski speaks only words of wisdom that should not be silenced. "

#foxiams #1000 years later #everytime i have to type sampo talking about himself in third person i die #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 一 ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ

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ricochetluv · 1 year

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@gprd : d-daddy ??????????????

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐈 makes a living out of a surprising people - never the one being surprised, and yet gepard has, somehow, despite all his reticence and insistence on... propriety, managed to stun him. so sampo stares, mouth slightly agape, fine brows arched high and the bloom of pink tinging the apple of his cheeks before those lips split into that same silken grin. forward, he leans, one hand fixing upon his own hip as his body crowds upon the landau's space, and when he speaks - it's in his sweetest tone.

" why , captain - "

" you can call me daddy any time , free of charge. "

#┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆. 一 ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ #┌[ ⸝⸝ ♡𝆬 ⸝⸝ ]┘ 一 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏. 一 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪ #gprd #PLEASE RAY IM LAUGHING SO HARD #ill see myself out

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