[ Or maybe this guy is so disinterested in fuck that getting a good night’s sleep sounds way more satisfying than easy dick. (No. But unfortunately all the stress has already left his body the hard way, Jack has no hope now.) ]
[ What's more immediately satisfying is the fact that that incorrigible smirk has finally faded. Had he touched a nerve? Oh it’s time to get out the forceps and tease this under the microscope… At the explanation, though, Vidal regards the thin collar, apparently less of a choker necklace and/or some life choice to wear fetish gear in public than he’d assumed. ]
Like a chip or something?
[ Chipped like a dog at the pound? His eyes narrow a bit, but his brow furrows with more concern than suspicion. He’s played a part in his fair share of proverbial wing-clipping, but it was never anything that felt quite as intentionally permanent as this. Just a momentary stunning for safe handling or transport. Chemical buffers, electrical signals, lead-lined material, there’s a temporary solution for everything. ]
[ Repressing true potential is the antithesis of his entire career. ]
Why the fuck— [ Muttered under his breath before he catches himself. ] —Why, no, that… that checks out for humans, yeah, I’m not gonna touch the politics.
[ There’s a reason people with extraordinary powers tend to keep it to themselves. There’s a reason his work is covert. But where he’s from, those people are few and far between, nothing like an entire species(?) that couldn’t hide even if it wanted or deserved to. ]
I mean I assume it’s not something you can just rip out.
[ Consider his shop talk for the sake of causing revulsion momentarily disarmed. ]
no subject
[ What's more immediately satisfying is the fact that that incorrigible smirk has finally faded. Had he touched a nerve? Oh it’s time to get out the forceps and tease this under the microscope… At the explanation, though, Vidal regards the thin collar, apparently less of a choker necklace and/or some life choice to wear fetish gear in public than he’d assumed. ]
Like a chip or something?
[ Chipped like a dog at the pound? His eyes narrow a bit, but his brow furrows with more concern than suspicion. He’s played a part in his fair share of proverbial wing-clipping, but it was never anything that felt quite as intentionally permanent as this. Just a momentary stunning for safe handling or transport. Chemical buffers, electrical signals, lead-lined material, there’s a temporary solution for everything. ]
[ Repressing true potential is the antithesis of his entire career. ]
Why the fuck— [ Muttered under his breath before he catches himself. ] —Why, no, that… that checks out for humans, yeah, I’m not gonna touch the politics.
[ There’s a reason people with extraordinary powers tend to keep it to themselves. There’s a reason his work is covert. But where he’s from, those people are few and far between, nothing like an entire species(?) that couldn’t hide even if it wanted or deserved to. ]
I mean I assume it’s not something you can just rip out.
[ Consider his shop talk for the sake of causing revulsion momentarily disarmed. ]