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So are you going to actually do anything or am I going to sit in limbo?

Just don't expose me to Johnny or Gyro, and we'll be fine. I don't want to have anything to do with those hacks. Unless I can humiliate them, in which case: negotiable. [he grins] Not like it's difficult. I'd also like to have something to do.

I still have somewhere to be, so don't waste my time.

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[Bet you can't guess who the fuck this is!! Anyway just peeking in because that's what a mouse does, right?]

[tipping his head to the side, peering back. he knows that scent]

Didn't expect to see you here.

[A rather nonchalant shrug; it's his job to be where things are happening.]

Must not be too far... I'm started to get used to being shoved everywhere I don't need to be. [if this is some kind of new Stand, he's going to kill the user. He's beginning to suspect it isn't, though. Unless this guy? But... that's not likely.]

At least we're not in danger of randomly being killed. [Famous last words, Diego.]

[Ha, well. Deimos could probably say he's already disproven that statement, but. Have a slightly more involved shrug and an expression that might translate to 'if you say so'.

He'll even step up and offer Diego a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Could be worse.]

[He doesn't push Deimos away, but snorts short and terse through his nose. He really is getting used to understanding this guy, anyway.

Could definitely be worse.] You don't have to coddle me like that. I've been worse places. [some places, he's been there duplicated.] It's not like I'm letting my guard down.

['Coddling' would be patting your pretty ass and telling you he's never going to stab you in the back.

Deimos? He expects more than that level of naiveté from a man so proud.

But arguing the point would be more troublesome than it's worth, so instead the noise he makes in response is thinner and more akin to a huff. If Diego would prefer a more cynical welcome, he can certainly provide it; there's an instant between the flutter of his butterfly knife in his fingers and the quick slash he aims at Dio's left cheek -- just a playful test, so much less than the mouse is capable of doing.]

[ So the moment he decides to let that loose is the moment he gets tested--Diego's reflexes are fast as ever, and he sways back, his hands swinging up in a more defensive posture, if loose. That's new. He breaks into a grin, though, with a little chuckle. He's been in enough scuffles, in pubs and otherwise, to know where he's at. ]

Better! You've a sense of humor yet. Color me surprised.

[There's no need to check the blade with how swiftly Diego responds, and in honesty Deimos is certain he would not have anyway. That would be a different kind of coddling. He doesn't follow through with another attack, either, withdrawing if Diego makes no move to counter and letting the knife hang loosely in his fingers as it drops to his side.

The shoulder of his opposite hand rises and falls quickly. Happens sometimes. But that grin is more important to him than the comment; looks good on you, Dio.]

[There's not much that doesn't look good on Dio, js. He's bemused now, at the very least. Deimos is someone he does like. Maybe he just has little tolerance to be annoyed, or maybe it's because he knows Deimos isn't directly competing against him, and serves to be helpful most of the time.

He claps the other on the shoulder, an easy touch, not rough.]

We work well together.

[Deimos could think of some things, but that's because he's a fighter and it's his job to put those things on other people. And of course he's helpful; he's like those fucking fairies in LoZ only sexier and less chatty.

The contact is welcome even if it goes unacknowledged. He can agree that having two people who can coordinate and compensate for each other's shortcomings is valuable -- that's the entire basis of a fighter-navigator pair, after all.

Dio might not be either of those, but he has his own strengths. Why waste the advantage?]

I heard my name~ Though I suppose seeing as I am nothing but amazing you didn't mean me.

What a pity.

[you look like Magenta and DISCO had a baby]

Big talk.

But why's that a pity?

[A soft, low chuckle as his lips curl slightly with something sultry entering his voice.]

Would you like to find out~?

[quirks a brow, shifting his weight to one side.]

I asked, didn't I?

[Raising slender brows slightly, wholly expecting to be shot down or told the guy was straight or something. His lips curl in a smirk then and he saunters forward. Perfectly manicured and deft fingers reach out to brush lightly over his chest, tracing the line of his sternum down as his eyes fall faster past those strong abs and below.

Dark eyes lift once more, flashing almost golden as his inner predator fails to hide how he wouldn't mind taking this man to bed.

So he steps in, pressing his body to him and leaning in to whisper by the shell of his ear.]

I could have you calling my name over and over again till your voice was hoarse.

[A light sway of his hips, brushing sensually in all the right ways.]

[ Diego doesn't falter, and he doesn't seem to flinch or even react too much to the man's approach, but his eyes narrow slightly. So the guy was playing this way, huh? How easily read. Smirking, he lets blue eyes meet gold in cool challenge, though he does shift back a step to break contact--keeping the area's layout in mind.

He wasn't about to be pressed against some wall. Diego Brando would not stand for that.

Still, he crosses his arms over his chest, keeping his tone playful yet distant. He's not one for quick, pointless hookups, but if there was some benefit in it, he could be convinced. Even so, he wasn't some sort of prey. ]

You expect so much of me, or maybe you just underestimate me. I'm not sure what to be more insulted by. At least you're direct. I'm still not going as easy as that. What do they say, buy me a drink first?

[It was very rare that Johnny topped anyone, so Dio didn't need to worry about being THAT sort of prey. A meal on the other hand... Not that he'd kill him of course, no, he'd see if he could use it as foreplay if anything.

He takes a step back then to look at the man, a little concerned but chuckling softly. He'll take out a pack, shake one out and pluck it out with his lips. He'll speak around it, cigarette bobbing softly with the motion of his lips.]

I meant no insult I assure you. More... I'd rather like to take you up on that offer, we can get to know each other.

[Then he'll light up and take a long, slow drag.]

[Diego's just mostly concerned with people thinking he was easily led. Or propositioned! He's fussy and egotistic, give him a break. He relaxes slightly, finally eyeing Johnny fully.

As for the meal thing--if anyone was to be making a meal of anyone else, well. The Brit uncrosses his arms, glancing over the area around them. ]

Acceptable. I'm assuming you're Johnny, as I've never heard of anyone else being called Gyro, for the most part. [he puts his hand to his chest.] Diego Brando.

It's a pleasure, Diego.

[He breathes in a lungful before plucking the cigarette from his lips and exhaling.]

Well, I'm certain my mundane has a place we could go for a drink, a musebox and such.

I'll meet you there, then.

Glad to hear it.

[He gives the other a charming and handsome smile before turning to walk off, waving as he goes.

ooc: Open RP post here! pardon the smut...]

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