Jason Todd (
runningred) wrote2014-06-02 03:09 pm
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Jay lead Alfred upstairs. His room is nothing special; a rather large bed, a workshop style bench covered in sketched designs and half finished gadgets. There's a laptop and a detached robotic hand in here somewhere. The wardrobe is locked but locks are hidden, except to someone who might be looking.
"Drink?" Jay offers, nodding to the fridge and wet-bar in one corner.
Jay lead Alfred upstairs. His room is nothing special; a rather large bed, a workshop style bench covered in sketched designs and half finished gadgets. There's a laptop and a detached robotic hand in here somewhere. The wardrobe is locked but locks are hidden, except to someone who might be looking.
"Drink?" Jay offers, nodding to the fridge and wet-bar in one corner.
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"Yes, please. Are these all machines?"
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"Just some things I've been working on. Some of them still need a lot of work." He hands over a glass, flicking through the specs for the colour shifting paints. "Milliways is a gold mine for new technologies. But not all of them are easily reproduced." He pushes aside a chunky cuff-like bracelet. That one's been driving him nuts.
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"And new ideas, I'm always picking them up."
Along with a few new identities to use as well.
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Then he switches into Uberwaldian, "Herr Emcee is full of clever ones."
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"I have and visited his club."
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He moves his hands around to caress Jay's legs with light fingers to explore all he can reach.
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He slides a hand up Alfred's hip, pulling at his the back of his shirt in search of skin. Once untucked he strokes the soft skin of Alfred's lower back, his hands strong and sure.
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"You are dangerous. No one's going to murder you here, are they?"
That can get messy.
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Once the knife's away, he slips off his tie and pulls Jay close to him, his hands busy once more.
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He strokes Jay with one hand as the other goes up under his shirt, not rushing just light touches.
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