[A great point to learn when you're in private like this, and not, say, knee-deep in a jungle with a dozen other naked people, huh?]
[Matoba prefers anonymity in some cases, but in this one, he's happy to kiss and tell. The immediate bristle gets a clear reaction of glee and amusement from Matoba, so Broca's prediction certainly isn't without merit. But he knows when and where to press down on a vein. He will be careful. Selective.]
Broca-san, [He corrects mildly, although that smirk hasn't been wiped from his face in the least. Feeling the Feline's fingers flex against him, Matoba takes the opportunity to carefully lower his legs back to the floor. Once stable, he glances down with a slight frown at the mess that's now smeared against his navel. Ah, well... But luckily, he has this handy terrycloth robe that he awoke in, so he slips it off from his shoulders and begins to methodically wipe himself down, at least enough that he'll be able to find his way to the bathrooms without dripping and smearing all over the place.]
This was all a little impromptu, but thank you for indulging my curiosity. My name is Matoba. It seems that this place is not going to allow us to resist easily, and so I'd recommend that you follow along with this "Game" for the time being.
[Matoba spots something of interest to him across the closet, and briefly slips past Broca to pick up a fresh tracksuit set- in all of its gaudy gold glory- from a shelf. Perfect. This will do nicely. He drops the now soiled bathrobe and begins to dress himself.]
[He glances up once more once he's got the pants on, flashing Broca a playful smile.]
...Feel free to call me if you need a partner again.
[ While the amusement gets a sharp look from Broca, he does at least relax slightly at the use of his actual name. It's not that he has a strong feeling about being called by a nickname, but there are some nicknames that cross over into being just demeaning enough to get under his skin.
Kitty-san is certainly one.
Now that Matoba is moving away from him though, Broca has a chance to take in his own appearance, and grimace at the mess made of him. The other man definitely took the brunt of it, but there's enough on him that he'll grab a towel off of the shelf that Matoba tried to used as a battering ram earlier, and scrub at some of the sweat and the more awkward to explain fluids. All while listening to Matoba's friendly advice there, his ears even twisting towards him as he moves to grab that tracksuit.
His face is only half turned to see that smile out of the corner of his eye, and he's quick to turn his face away back to the door after. ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ Both the advice about playing along, and the offer. He's not opposed to sex with strangers... He's clearly not opposed to that, but it does stick in his craw how it doesn't feel like he's being allowed to opt in.
And when he reaches towards the handle of the door now that Matoba is dressed, and it easily clicks open, that feeling is just reinforced.
Broca inhales sharply through his nose, before finally stepping out of the closet, no interest in cleaning up any of the mess they just made given someone decided to lock them in there in the first place. ]
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[Matoba prefers anonymity in some cases, but in this one, he's happy to kiss and tell. The immediate bristle gets a clear reaction of glee and amusement from Matoba, so Broca's prediction certainly isn't without merit. But he knows when and where to press down on a vein. He will be careful. Selective.]
Broca-san, [He corrects mildly, although that smirk hasn't been wiped from his face in the least. Feeling the Feline's fingers flex against him, Matoba takes the opportunity to carefully lower his legs back to the floor. Once stable, he glances down with a slight frown at the mess that's now smeared against his navel. Ah, well... But luckily, he has this handy terrycloth robe that he awoke in, so he slips it off from his shoulders and begins to methodically wipe himself down, at least enough that he'll be able to find his way to the bathrooms without dripping and smearing all over the place.]
This was all a little impromptu, but thank you for indulging my curiosity. My name is Matoba. It seems that this place is not going to allow us to resist easily, and so I'd recommend that you follow along with this "Game" for the time being.
[Matoba spots something of interest to him across the closet, and briefly slips past Broca to pick up a fresh tracksuit set- in all of its gaudy gold glory- from a shelf. Perfect. This will do nicely. He drops the now soiled bathrobe and begins to dress himself.]
[He glances up once more once he's got the pants on, flashing Broca a playful smile.]
...Feel free to call me if you need a partner again.
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Kitty-san is certainly one.
Now that Matoba is moving away from him though, Broca has a chance to take in his own appearance, and grimace at the mess made of him. The other man definitely took the brunt of it, but there's enough on him that he'll grab a towel off of the shelf that Matoba tried to used as a battering ram earlier, and scrub at some of the sweat and the more awkward to explain fluids. All while listening to Matoba's friendly advice there, his ears even twisting towards him as he moves to grab that tracksuit.
His face is only half turned to see that smile out of the corner of his eye, and he's quick to turn his face away back to the door after. ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ Both the advice about playing along, and the offer. He's not opposed to sex with strangers... He's clearly not opposed to that, but it does stick in his craw how it doesn't feel like he's being allowed to opt in.
And when he reaches towards the handle of the door now that Matoba is dressed, and it easily clicks open, that feeling is just reinforced.
Broca inhales sharply through his nose, before finally stepping out of the closet, no interest in cleaning up any of the mess they just made given someone decided to lock them in there in the first place. ]