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TDM #41
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ...and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. The first hints of spring are in the air. Large piles of snow still linger, but precipitation has turned to rain and the breeze gets a little warmer every day. It's time to swap out wool coats for umbrellas and turtlenecks for tea dresses! |
 After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 (cw: cockwarming, lap sitting, frottage, edging, public sexual acts, public displays, public transport) Far too many people can’t seem to follow directions. Reading a map shouldn’t be that hard, so LIES has taken it upon themselves to update their usual city tour to refresh newcomers and graduates alike. This month’s orientation includes a more in-depth tour than the usual train ride, coupling it with bus routes that lead groups through various stations and stops that show off some of the city’s most notable landmarks. To your left you will see Fiddler's Square, and over on the right you will see the greenhouse, opened just last year. Enjoy this drive along the coast! The beach looks lovely and the lighthouse stands proud and watchful, but the city recommends against visiting either one. Isn't the business district much lovelier, with all the fancy hotels and lively dance clubs? Dominants and Submissives both new and old are required to take or give the tour at least once, depending on how long they have been in the city. Those who have lived in the city for over six months will find themselves given maps to follow and brochures that describe various places in town; they are paired with newcomers who haven't been here quite as long, and are still learning what the city has to offer them. Whether a tour guide or a member of the tour group, Dominants will be given priority seating, while Submissives are expected to either kneel at their feet, sit on their laps, or even stay standing in trains and buses that, curiously, are always packed. Everyone’s taking these tours, so it's no wonder these carriages are so crowded. Something strange happens on these tours, though. It starts small and faint, but the longer you spend in these crowded buses and trains, the hotter you feel - and the people surrounding you look more and more attractive. But this is Duplicity, and no one will bat an eye if the Submissive on a Dominant’s lap starts humping them in front of everyone else… After all, it seems like everyone else is already also doing the same. The strange part? No one can get off. No matter how far you take it, or how long you try to climax - you just can't. No one can. No one's getting off on this tour, not until the bus or train makes it to each pre-planned stop. Please mind the gap as you disembark, and try not to come all over the concrete the minute you step out of the vehicle! |
 (cw: randomized kinks, exhibitionism, transactional sex) The tours aren't all about sex on the go. While the tour guides are given maps and brochures to study up on, the tour-takers are given little stamp cards and instructions to complete a fun stamp rally. Visiting each of the locations on your card can get you an adorable stamp, and completing the stamps will get you a fun and useful prize! Participating locations include: ▪️ The Aquarium ▪️ The Library ▪️ Cupid's Castle ▪️ PUSSY Academy ▪️ The Obelisk ▪️ Riddler's Square ...and more! Every card is different, and will take you all around the Up and the Down. The catch - you don't get a stamp until you use your device to scan an official code found in stamp stands at each stop. Doing so brings up a pose to be done with at least one other person. Make sure to pose quickly, a camera somewhere in the area will flash in a few moments to take your photo. Some photos are fairly straightforward - a kiss to the cheek, or a slap to the ass. Others are a bit more involved - giving a blowjob, or getting pegged. Don't complain, some unlucky people might get something convoluted (can anyone truly bend that way? Time to find out!). You get unlimited tries to take the perfect picture - so if you don't manage it the first time, simply scan again and strike another pose. Unfortunately the pose won't change with any additional scans, so make sure to do your best with what you’ve been given! Completed stamp cards can be exchanged at the Orientation Center for a loaded money pass! Particularly valuable to Submissives (uncontracted ones, or ones who want to buy things by themselves), money passes are honored all over the city, and can be used to purchase necessities without a Dominant’s signature. The pass is valid for a whole month, and has enough to cover a month’s worth of decent warm meals, a few indulgences, and maybe some appropriate clothes for the season. Buy whatever you need to impress the Dominant of your dreams and secure a contract that suits your needs. |
 (cw: clothes play, optional crossdressing, optional transactional sex, public sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism) In a bid to attract new customers, the boutique Delicate Desires has partnered with LIES to advertise their shops as a one-stop-shop for new arrivals to get their hands on necessities they’ll need to make their lives easier and more enriched. With every completed stamp card, Submissives will also receive a coupon for 40% off anything in the store. Get a frilly, lacy outfit for every occasion! If you don’t have any cash or failed to complete your stamp card - don’t fret! Find another Submissive who is willing to spend money on you from their own pass, or find a Dominant to spoil you - with the outfit being one of their choice, of course. There are changing rooms available for customers to try on outfits and one may find that when they look at themselves in the mirrors of the store, their self-confidence spikes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad they may objectively look, they’ll feel like the hottest person to ever grace Duplicity’s streets. If said boost in confidence comes with feeling hot and bothered, well, the clerks won’t mind if the rooms are used for a quickie, so long as you’re, well, quick about it. They're expecting a lot of customers! A competing store next door, Allure & Adorn, has decided to use this opportunity to try and lure customers into their own shop, boasting that their clothes are just as good - if not better! - than the ones offered next door. They will also accept the money passes that Submissives may have earned during the stamp rally, but their prices are a little less favorable than the boutique's. Their outfits, instead of their mirrors, seem to make those that wear them feel prone to showing off and indulging in exhibitionist activities. No fucking in the changing rooms here though - this store has class! Go out on the streets if you wish to indulge in that sort of behaviour. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: All new arrivals on this TDM are Submissive. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
matt murdock | mcu | submissive
[it doesn't take long for the air on the bus to become oppressive.
the collective body heat is a significant factor — of course it would be, with this many bodies packed tightly into a small space — and with that comes sweat that he can taste in the air. these things alone, though, aren't new to matt, because they're part and parcel of living in new york, especially during certain times of the year, but there's something different about this, something beyond what he's used to.
something that has his chest tightening and breath catching in his throat; something that, just as quickly, proves distracting, even as he's trying to listen to what's happening around him.
his grip on the handrail above him becomes progressively tighter, and other than keeping him from being knocked off balance every time the bus encounters a bump in the road, it doesn't do much of anything for him.
eventually, while still holding the rail, he edges that much closer to the nearest seat. and:]
Can you describe what we're passing? [a beat; matt swallows, then briefly pulls the collar of his shirt away from his chest, in search of just a little relief. (it doesn't help.)] I don't think they, uh, exactly thought of the visually impaired when they designed this tour.
dress me up.
[for months, matt had let almost everyone believe he was dead. there'd been a logic to it; no one could come looking for a dead man, one they'd be better off without. safer without. in turn, he could do what he'd have to without distractions, just as he'd once been taught that he should. that simple.
but that'd been before he'd found himself here — and in the position he's currently in. with nothing to fall back on, he's forced to rely on others to survive.
that's what leads him into the delicate desires boutique, with an incomplete stamp card tucked into his pocket and a not even half-formed plan.
once he walks through the door, he approaches the first heartbeat he hears, making sure to stop short a few steps away. he forces a smile to his mouth, and asks,]
They have any suits?
[this comes with a faint sort of breath of a laugh, as if it's some kind of private joke.]
the down.
[given enough time, anything — from the more obvious to the less, like protection — becomes currency on the streets. when it does, there's almost nothing that people wouldn't do for it. there's almost no one vulnerable that they wouldn't hurt.
he's in a new city, one with bearings he still hasn't quite managed to find and a pulse he still hasn't quite managed to learn, but the rules remain the same. in the down, the part of it where the submissives, the most vulnerable, are concentrated, there are those trying to take advantage, and they're using the money passes as an excuse.
on his first night, he hears a struggle outside the walls of public housing; there are raised voices, quickening heartbeats, and bodies shoved against brick. without hesitation, he moves to the edge of his bed and puts feet to the floor, abandoning the attempts at sleep that had been going nowhere. he finds the end of the sheet, tearing off just enough to wrap around his head and cover his eyes, before he rushes out of the room.
in the time it takes for him to reach the altercation, he's already curled both hands into fists — which he raises immediately. one of them collides into a jaw.
for the first time since waking up here, matt feels like he's on steady ground.]
wildcard.
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as a note: matt's heightened senses allow him to perceive things about other characters, such as knowing when they're lying by listening to their heartbeats. more details are included in this old permissions post. i tend to follow what is given to me in a tag and have matt go from there, but please reach out if you have any questions or concerns!]
the down.
she'd always known that if an afterlife existed, she wasn't meant for heaven, but this doesn't feel like hell, either. she would think she were somehow still alive if not for the scars marking her abdomen that she wakes in the night clutching until the phantom pain ebbs away. she's left with her clothing and weapons and not much else, moving through the days on autopilot as she uses the tours to try to learn the layout and get an impression of who's brought her here and what the captives think of what's been done to them.
frustration starts to simmer in her veins the longer she waits without an outlet. she dresses for the night, pulling her collar up as she goes outside, moving quietly among the streets as she listens for any disturbances.
she's reminded of matthew and it hurts, makes her wind her fist around the handle of the sai tucked away in the pocket of her coat.
it's not too long before she hears a commotion, one that it sounds like somebody else has already found. withdrawing her weapon, she moves out of the alley, sticking among the shadows so she's not seen quite yet. but there's no disguising her heartbeat, which pounds eagerly in her chest once again. it's anxious, anticipating.
she waits for a good time to jump in. ]
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in the satisfaction that buzzes under his skin, warm, there's also clarity. briefly, there's a tug at the corner of his mouth.
but there isn't time to linger in anything like that, and he knows it. he turns his head over his shoulder, toward the stranger who'd been shoved into the wall, and says, roughly,]
Go.
[he never knows, though, if his words are heeded — because that's the moment that something else catches his attention. it's a sound so familiar that it's practically a part of him, too, the one that'd been there, close, as the foundations of midland circle had crumbled, the one that had been the soundtrack to this dreams before and since.
a heartbeat that makes his own screech to a temporary halt.
his hands flatten out, dropping limply by his sides, and his knees begin to weaken; he just barely manages not to crumble. this is impossible.
(he'd thought that once before, too. and —)
and on a breath, more than actually spoken:]
Elektra.
[unfortunately, though, this gives the assailant enough time to recover, and before matt can react —
he feels a literal punch to his gut, forcing him to double over as his breaths begin to wheeze.]
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he freezes in place, speaking her name. it's the first time she's heard it in days, there's no one else here who would even know it, let alone speak it so reverently. her chest aches, because seeing him again is all she's wanted and she'd convinced herself that it would never be. could never be, because if he's died too he's meant for somewhere better than she is, whether heaven, hell, and purgatory exist or not.
but that's him. she'd know him anywhere. ]
Matthew -
[ it's all she gets out before the assailant moves, hitting him hard in the stomach, and elektra moves in a flash, one hand pushing him back before she grips the assailant by his hair, pointing the tip of the blade to his throat as she leans in to hiss against his ear. ]
You're going to live to regret that. [ she presses the blade down just hard enough to draw blood. ] Or maybe not.
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much more possible than hearing the heartbeat of a woman he knows is dead.
yet it's still there, as loud as a drum, the one thing that's clear between all the noise — the one thing that's always been clear. same with her voice, and —
there's the tang of copper. blood.
regardless of the breath that still hasn't quite been caught, he wills himself to stand straight, and rushes closer.]
Elektra, don't — [he reaches up, hand settling over hers.] Don't do that.
[he could grab it and force the blade away, but he doesn't; instead, he softly curls his fingers over hers, and speaks in a voice that's equally so.]
Just let him go.
haha 🫠
but his hand settles over hers and she remembers what he’d told her. remembers what he’d believed was possible for her.
she withdraws the blade, leans in again to hiss a warning. ]
Leave. If I see you try this with anyone else, you won’t be as lucky.
[ she rises and lets go of his scalp, kicking him once he hits the ground. the man rises shakily to his feet and takes off running.
she watches him go, then turns back to him. ]
Matthew. [ it’s much softer, smaller. she reaches for his hand again. ]
🫠
the breath that he inhales as is shaky as he stands in that hesitation, bracing for the sound of a blade slicing through skin and the smell of blood pouring onto the pavement, but hoping for neither. believing neither can be the outcome. she has that choice; she's always had it.
and it's the one she takes.
he exhales and takes a step back, heart thudding in time with the man's steps that scramble away. it doesn't slow as she takes his hand again, fingers warm (alive) as they curl around his.
because it isn't a relief, is it? not for someone he'd thought to be dead to actually not be — for the second time. because —
matt almost chokes on a bitter laugh that almost rises up from his chest. this isn't something he should've been surprised about at all, when god is clearly in the mind of throwing whatever can be thrown at him, his reward for finally understanding the truth. first, he hears about fisk getting out of prison. then, he finds himself here, not knowing exactly where here is, but knowing it's far enough away to not be able to do anything about it. and then....
he does choke, but this time it's on a sob that he can't swallow down.]
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but that's not quite it, is it? the thought nags at the back of her mind, but she tries to clear it from her thoughts. they're here and together, the 'how' isn't as important to her at the moment.
he chokes on a sob and she steps closer, still holding onto his hand. ]
Matthew...
[ she doesn't know where to begin. ]
cw: allusion to a suicidal thought
gone.
but as long as her hand is still holding his, he won't sink. as long as he can hear her heart beating, steady and unmistakably clear, it'll overpower everything else, even the darkest thoughts and impulses that have been within his easy reach.
his breath is still shaky, but at the sound of her voice, he lifts his head. he listens, softly squeezes her hand, and he takes her in; her heart is strong, her hand is warm, and she smells like her. she's as real as anyone could be.
there are stories that would call this a miracle; he knows better than that. but maybe —]
You're here. [his voice is rough and cracked, barely audible at all, but there.] We're together.
[maybe he can start with the facts.]
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but it's not. he speaks softly, stating the facts that are impossible but true. they're here. they're together. she's alive. ]
Yes. [ she squeezes his hand back, then dares to stop closer, reaching out to touch his face. ] We are.
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cw: passively suicidal thoughts/action mention
dress me up
It is survival for now.
So she pulls on a jacket over a mostly opaque white shirt underneath, looking at herself in the mirror as she adjusts. A tilt of her head. She looks good. Not bad at all. Yelena had heard the man come in, but wasn't expecting someone at all to talk to her.]
Men's section is in the back. I do not work here. [Almost half-heartedly like she can't keep her eyes off herself.]
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so here, now, it fades in an instant, replaced by a crease that forms between his brows.]
Oh. [a beat.] I... didn't think you did. [there's another faint approximation of a laugh from him, but this time, it leans more on the side of awkward.] I was just curious.
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I think they have suits. [And then she actually manages to turn to see... that he is blind. Oh. Oh..]
The clothes are not entirely fancy if it is proper suit you are looking for. Slightly nicer than every day clothes. Better than paper cloth they give us.
[Yelena hardly sees herself as the type to be a 'helper', but she's not closing herself off or being too rude-- not above the very curt way she answers everything, Russian accent still thick.]
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it's something that had been grating at first, navigating the reaction, but with over twenty years of practice, he lets it roll over.]
Anything would be better than what they gave us. [over the rim of his glasses, there's a visible raised brow. as he gestures with a hand, lifting his cane from the floor along with it, one of his shoulders rolls in a shrug.] I'm pretty sure I have actual scratch marks on my skin from my skin from that.
[a beat; he nods. and, recognizing the help for what it is:]
Thanks.
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I prefer to not have my ass hang out for all to see.
[You know, by her choice at least. Yelena already gets the feeling she is not going to enjoy her choices, or lack thereof here.
But she moves back from the mirrors outside the changing room she had come out of, still looking pretty damn good and feeling that extra surge of confidence which is already fairly high anyway.]
Okay. Men's sections. Suits, yes? Mmm. I see black slacks, jacket.
new city new me
Aye, I'll tell ye wha I see. Goin through some businesses jus now. Clothes, food, all high-end'n great places tae target. People on the street. Excellent marks. Well-fed'n dressed. See ye hev a mark's well. Stick wi'me when the trip ends, I'll walk ye round. Do a better job if I dinna hev so many people crushin us.
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not that many likely are.
still, matt plays the part. he wills a smile as he listens, taking in what's being said. and:]
That'd be helpful. I'd appreciate it. [he turns, then, just slightly, and lowers his own voice when he adds,] I don't think these conditions allow anyone a chance at doing a decent job.
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His fingers tightened on the man's shoulder just a fraction as the bus made them both sway, bodies brushing, and he glared out the window. Being forced into anything really set him off. Left to his own devices he'd do as the city insisted because he didn't relish whatever punishment they might come up with, but having something outside himself try to force the issue . . . He dropped his voice even more, lips brushing the man's ear as he spoke.]
D'ye hear better then? T'compensate? Better nose mibbe? Monitor t'the rest o'the train will ye? I'll watch f'the Down crossin. No point gettin off sooner.
Re: matt murdock | mcu | submissive
[It’s not uncomfortable, not exactly. The heat is weird, settling over his skin and sinking into him. Even if it can’t hurt him, it’s heavy. Adam’s used to being surrounded by other people’s emotions, and the bus is nothing compared to what he usually senses in the Rift, but the small spikes of apprehension stand out. His own chest tightens for a moment, then the sensation fades. It’s almost nice, a break from his usual cold emptiness.
There are enough people on the bus that he ends up in a seat, on a female Dominant’s lap. He’s content to lay his head on her shoulder while she sleeps and he focuses on everyone else’s feelings — it doesn’t look like it’s an unacceptable thing to do here. But then Matt’s voice is in his ear. Adam looks up, taking in the other man’s sunglasses and the line down his throat that matches his own.]
We’re passing a beach right now, [he says quietly, his voice deep and flat. It has a rough edge to it that almost sounds artificial, like it doesn’t match him for some reason.] It, uh, looks like there’s something wrong with the water. No one’s getting in. There’s a lighthouse. [Why it’s lit during the day, when there are no clouds, he doesn’t know.
His heart rate will seem perfectly normal, aside from short, occasional spikes.]
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the answer he gets to his question track with the hint of sea spray that he can smell filtering in through a nearby window, lightly cracked. and to the rest — he listens, carefully, brow furrowing under his glasses as he considers. there wouldn't be any reason to lie about this, but the steady heartbeat accompanying the words is steady enough to confirm it as the truth.
something wrong. something strange.
after a moment, matt nods to indicate his understanding and thanks, hand gripping onto the rail just a little more tightly as the bus hits yet another bump in the road. once that's settled out, he asks, as a follow-up,]
Anything happening with the lighthouse that you can see?
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[Adam shifts on the Dominant’s lap, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it over the seat in front of him. It doesn’t help with the heat, but he feels less constricted. Across the aisle, a woman with a line down her throat twists in her partner’s lap so she can sit facing them. She kisses them deeply, starting to rub against them, lust seeping thickly from her mind. The emotion hangs just out of reach, like an extension of the heat. No one else on the bus does much more than glance at the couple, and they barely seem to notice when the bus hits the bump.]
[He looks out the window again. A few people walk along the beach, keeping their distance from the water’s edge.] Not much. It’s lit, though. I’m not sure why they would have it lit in the middle of the day. Most of the beach is empty, too. [Aside from its emptiness and the way people are avoiding the waterline, it looks normal.]
[He pauses.] I’m Adam. [That fits him, after using it for so long.]
dress me up
It takes a total of a second for her to realize that he's blind, and suddenly this all feels like some surreal injustice (among all of the other injustices of this place). ]
Dieu, no. This is not...This is not that sort of store.
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after a beat, he wills it back.]
Well, it, uh, smelled like clothes, at least, so I thought I'd take my chances.
[hands folded over the top of his cane, he breathes out some approximation of a laugh. (truly, he thinks he's hilarious.) then, because he does have to ask:]
What sort of store is it?
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It is a clothing store, technically, so your nose is not wrong. But it is of the delicate lace variety.
new city new me
He's gotten his forehead pressed to the window just for that bit of cool when a voice comes from near enough that he's pretty sure they're talking to him. The request makes him laugh, though not unkindly.]
I'd love to help you out with that, but... I'm in the same boat.