DON'T NEED A TELESCOPE [ p ]

[DEXTER.]

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the young man didn't know mettaton very well, but he already loved flirting with him. how did that work? the mysteries of life, he supposed, but dex might as well invite the other to hunt with him.. not that they actually would get too much done.

nerves overcame dexter as he approached the other, running a sunkissed hand through his messy hair. shit, ask him already! it's not like you're asking him on a date..

honeybrown eyes nervously glanced around before he finally spoke to meta. "hey, want to go hunting?" dex finally asked, a faint sprinkling of pink dusting his high cheekbones.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[ashen]

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[sub]badlands ♡ 24 ♡ [abbr=wears eyepatch on one eye, glamorous, violent]more tags[/abbr][/sub]

The man was busy -- he always was -- murmuring to himself, and...sketching. Specifically, a layout for the house he and Sel now occupied. He was taking his job as interior decorator quite seriously, though he was finding out it wasn't as easy as he'd thought. So long as he didn't drive Sel up the wall with his plans, he'd probably come up with something good enough, soon enough. When Dex spoke he glanced up, pushing the hair out of his eyes for a moment--then quickly replacing it, so that, as usual, it fell over the eyepatch. He smiled and stood. "Hunting, darling? That sounds like a great idea--just you and me, gorgeous?" He couldn't deny the appeal--Dexter was sweet, and devastatingly handsome. He wasn't sure about the hunting part, but whatever. He was sure he'd figure something out.

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dexter relaxed visibly at the other's response - at least he hadn't been completely rejected. he grown to become used to being called petnames by metta, but wasn't sure at what point to take them to heart. for now, though, he'd regard the names equally.

"yeah, just us.. unless you want others to join us. or we could take a walk?" the man added, sensing metta's.. slight hesitation when 'hunting' was mentioned. b]"either one is fine, i'd be spending time with you both ways.."[/b] he added with an attempt at a casual shrug.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[ashen]

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[sub]badlands ♡ 24 ♡ [abbr=wears eyepatch on one eye, glamorous, violent]more tags[/abbr][/sub]

(i lost my first post so this one might suck rip)

Mettaton shrugged, smiling sweetly. "I would love to go hunting with you, darling--and alone. We've barely gotten to know each other, now's our chance!" He gave a flirtatious, low chuckle and continued, "Besides, I'm actually quite good at hunting. Whatever we catch, you know, I could prepare something special--and maybe you'd like to give me assistance? I'd love your help." He tapped his fingers along his own arm, rolling his eyes a little, at himself. He couldn't wait to show off his hunting skills--and to tease this one some more. He loved it--the attention Dexter gave him, the comments that made him feel--feel beautiful, and of course, the way he could talk to Dexter, too.


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[ rip the same thing happened to me cx but you're fine ]
wow.. just wow. his smile and his chuckle sent shivers throughout his body. sometimes dexter hated the way metta made him feel, and other times he loved it. wait, was he supposed to say something? shit, he hadn't been paying attention - was he talking about hunting? "you're certainly a good hunter; you've managed to capture my heart." he said cockily, a small smirk crooking his mouth.

"let's go!" he added, grabbing metta's hand and quickly releasing it once he realized his action. hot damn, his hand (and face) were burning..

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[ashen]

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[sub]badlands ♡ 24 ♡ [abbr=wears eyepatch on one eye, glamorous, violent]more tags[/abbr][/sub]

The reply came a bit late, and Mettaton had a small, amused smile on his painted lips. It looked like Dexter had fallen for his charms--well, not that it was unexpected. Everyone did. Still--it wasn't as often that someone managed to charm the pants off Mettaton, and again Dexter's suave words brought a tiny blush to his cheeks, as the taller man tried to retain his cool demeanor. The hand in his was another shock, but this time, MEttaton acted--he reached out and grabbed it again, giving it a squeeze and bringing it up, to plant a gentle kiss on the back of Dexter's hand--and he'd recovered enough of his composure to deliver a wink. "It seems like you really want to take me hunting, hm? Are you sure you don't have an ulterior motive, Dex, my dear?"


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was it normal to feel electrified by a simple kiss on the hand? most likely not, but dexter could handle it.. right? dammit, a small blush had snuck onto his cheeks once again - great, now he seemed like a pushover. well, at least now was the perfect opportunity to regain his five senses and return to his normal capabilities.. the two meshed well together, he supposed, with both of them charming and flirting the pants off of each other.

"i did have some other things in mind.." dexter whispered, leaning forward to brush metta's ear.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[ashen]

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[sub]badlands ♡ 24 ♡ [abbr=wears eyepatch on one eye, glamorous, violent]more tags[/abbr][/sub]

It was funny, you'd think after a few minutes of this, Mettaton would have gotten used to it, accepted it, and been immune to this handsome devil's charms. Not so. He was still just as pink as before, just as eager and utterly, completely, charmed. Not to mention how willingly Dexter played along--god, he was a charmer, wasn't he?
Trying not to giggle so much that his voice rose an octave, Mettaton, nodded, smiling and trying to keep at least some of his composure. "Of--of course, then--let's go, shall we?"

rip mtt is
he
he juST LOVES DEXTER RIP


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dexter's cheeks flushed into a happy glow, visibly pleased by the reaction he had gotten. hm, he would've thought that metta would be more immune to his stream of conversation - but then again, he thought the same about himself. did he even have enough charm left in him to make it through the hunt? they'd see, he guessed.

"well, what are we waiting for? i've already spotted one piece of prey," the young man asked, casting a sly look towards the glamorous man and smirking.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

INVENTORY
★ a butterfly knife
★ a ballistic knife
★ semi-automatic pistol
★ fireworks
★ sparklers
★ romeo and juliet book
★ dried dog meat

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[ashen]

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[sub]badlands ♡ 24 ♡ [abbr=wears eyepatch on one eye, glamorous, violent]more tags[/abbr][/sub]

"Be careful, Dexter--not all prey just waits for you to take it. Hunting can be quite a challenge, you know."
At this point, he wasn't certain they'd even make a pretense of hunting--but on the other hand, Mettaton realized actually making their way into the woods might be for the best--so he took Dexter's hand again, squeezed it--he did so love that contact, even if it was a bit out of the ordinary--and once he let go, led Dexter into the treeline.

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