𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

[saltburntmods]

MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table. (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

Comments

[deadnerve]

i'm not convinced he knows i'm fucking you / your friend, tbh
he was just kinda weird and predatory
not a kink i mind though
everyone was like that at the orgy


is he dr doolittle or smthn

[mygoodsir]

Let's just not discuss it.

He loves animals. Insects, too.

[deadnerve]

Let's not discuss him at all

Unless you wanna tell me about a redeeming quality
If he has any

[mygoodsir]

Just the obvious physical ones.

[deadnerve]

geez

[mygoodsir]

Yes.

Huge.

[deadnerve]

wanna fuck?

[mygoodsir]

Yeah.

[deadnerve]

your room again or the roof for real?

[mygoodsir]

Yours?

[deadnerve]

[Kieran doesn't invite people to his room. Especially not his sugar daddies. However, it is not because he views it as any sacred space. It's because it's littered with his belongings and looks very much like the bedroom of a teenager. He pauses. Types. Deletes. Types. Deletes.]

ok
but you can't comment on anything here

[mygoodsir]

If you're not comfortable, that's okay. We can find somewhere else.

[deadnerve]

it's fine
but like i said
you can't say shit

[insert suite number or whatnot]

[mygoodsir]

I promise.

Be there in five.

[deadnerve]

[Not enough time to do anything, even with him already being on his feet. It's not that he cares about the mess - but he is aware it's insight past the curated sugarbaby vibe he was putting out there. Aloof, attempted to be without attachment and to keep things easy and light. But here in the room he's taken over, clothes are strewn wildly across the floor, a laptop's fan is whirring louder than an airbus enginge in the corner while little Sims run along in their own reality unmanaged. Several empty cans of diet coke litter the desk and side tables, next to baggies of cocaine, pony bead bracelets, stacks of manga tomes and thick sketchbooks covered in pencil shavings and cigarette ash. He even knocked the fruit rinds from his lunchtime snack behind the bed to deal with later.

The only clear thing is the bed and that's only because he let the maid change the bedding earlier, instructing her to leave everything else precisely as it was. He's in black sweats and a t-shirt (over a long-sleeve,) with two mis-matched socks on when he goes to answer the inevitable door. He opens it only a crack at first, before begrudgingly nodding Harry in.]

... Watch your step.

[mygoodsir]

[Luckily Kieran's sugarbaby vibes were, to Harry's eyes, already pretty bad.

He looks around as he enters, almost immediately regretting his suggestion. Kieran is far too young for him. Al was right, he needs to stop fucking these twinks.

...Al, with his snake. Hmph.]

Yes, I'll try not to break an ankle.

[deadnerve]

[How dare you...

Kieran closes the door behind him and then puts his back to it, leaning as he watches what Harry does. He feels strange for a moment; like their chat last time shifted something, maybe, and he is losing his grip on the veil that's supposed to sit between him and a good time. He pushes off the door and goes for the bed, hopping up onto it and rolling onto his back - feet up in the air to pull of his socks, one by one.]

If I had come to your room I'd have been dressed sluttier. You didn't give me a lot of time to work here. Just so you know.

[mygoodsir]

Why would I need you to look sluttier?

[He picks his way over to the bed and has a seat, looking amused.]

[deadnerve]

[Socks thrown to the side, he's wiggling out of his shirt - stuck with his arms in by his torso, and having to haul himself forward to pull his collar up over his head. Don't help him. He's got this. He's got this seriously sexy display, just for you.]

... Don't you want a mysterious, sexy twink? That's what most people want when they pick their sugarbaby - not the nerds.

[Not actually self deprecatory. He's actually quite balanced, looking to Harry after getting his shirt off and in his lap, while unwinding his arms from it.]

Nerd-liker.

[mygoodsir]

Mm. No.

[Harry unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it.]

I like people who are good conversation. And yes, I love nerds. I am a nerd. I like to hear about what people are passionate about.

I thought sugar babies liked their daddies less drunk and depressed.

[deadnerve]

Yeah, well. I'm not like most sugar babies.

[On account of already being set up financially for life, not giving a shit about a lot of high end goods and just wanting to be entertained on a personal level. Harry's somehow tapped into that with the story telling and emotional entrapment. Stupid sexy old men and their weird attractive personalities. Kieran throws his shirt off the bed, and then pauses while pushing down his sweats so they sit low on his hips - he reaches over to start helping Harry undress.]

Am I good conversation?

[mygoodsir]

Indeed.

[He lets Kieran get his trousers undone, lifting a bit so they can be tugged off.]

You are. I didn't think you would be, honestly, but you're entertaining. You just say things.

[deadnerve]

Yeah, you low key called me dumb before. But you're not exactly wrong.

[Pulling Harry's pants down just to his thighs, same with his underwear - reaching for his cock most immediately. It just feels important to punctuate that sentence with a pump of it, to really drive home the "yes, your ditzy boytoy?" vibe.]

I like learning about stuff from you. You don't just wanna fuck and fly, y'know?

[mygoodsir]

I did. Which was a little mean of me.

[He smiles, letting Kieran touch him.]

Well, I'm lonely. That plays a big part, I'm sure.

But you're very enjoyable. I've no regrets about seeing you. And I really would pay for your holiday.

[deadnerve]

Good, 'cause I really wanna go to the beach.

[-with you implied, hand moving a bit before he's stretching across Harry to look for lube. He knocks a book off the nightstand which sends a series of other items off after it like lemmings, and he just sort of. Defeatedly stares before resuming the rustling one-handedly through the drawer. He'll get all that later.]

D'you wanna be on top?

[Said as he slicks his hand, and Harry's cock - before carrying on with the conversation:]

Whenever you're feeling lonely, just hit me up. Doesn't have to be for sex. I still have to teach you how to play the Sims.