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[suckonit]

[Okay so technically they don't have phones in Ivore... let alone pillow phones. So at first he just kind of figures it's a regular pillow and since there's not much else for him to do here in a house made of pillows (seriously what the hell?) he starts using it as... well, a pillow. Which of course leads to the thing accidentally being turned on and... you can imagine what goes on from there. (Hint: lots of frustrated confusion, cursing at it, and attempting to break it open. He ends up accidentally recording himself a few times but it's nothing note worthy aside from the obvious fact he doesn't know what he's doing.)

And finally, success! First thing he's going to do? Complain.]

Whose idea of a sick joke was it to make an entire fucking district out of pillows? This place is so goddamn pink and fluffy it makes me want to puke. [tch. Luckily for him it would be hard to tell for anyone tuning in that he apparently made some kind of massive makeshift bed out of all of the pillows he found in his 'house'. If he's going to be miserable he might as well be comfy. And sleeping is one of his favorite hobbies.]

That Queenie's a real piece of work. Why the hell would anyone want to live in this dump? What do they even eat here? Pillows? [There's a joke there somewhere that he hadn't intended to make. No but seriously, he hasn't found any kind of food market or anything like that. It would help a lot if he got off his lazy ass though.]

So can anyone tell me where I can get a goddamn smoke around here? And where's the nearest whorehouse? I need another job.

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[goldandblue]

[Took him so long to figure out this damn this. But he's cool, he's got it now, totally got it. Just ignore how pale he looks right now. And those cuts and bruises on his face.]

That pillow district is fucking ridiculous. [Bonus points for this guy because they can agree on that. And he kind of reminds Rook of the guys he used to work with.]

There's a couple whorehouses in Highcrest. [Where he lives.] But you don't look like a whore. [It's a statement said with the tone of a question.]

[suckonit]

Glad someone agrees with me. [The more you agree with him the more he likes you.]

Heh... what, you think only men go to whorehouses? You know, there’s plenty’a lonely ladies willing to part with their husbands’ hard earned cash for someone to whisper sweet nothings in their ears. [100% NOT GAY (maybe a little bit) male whore right here.]

[goldandblue]

[Same way Rook is. Sadly, people never seem to agree with him quite as much as they should. For their own good.]

Never said that. Just said you don't look like no whore. [He knows plenty well about lonely ladies and male whores, not only because he used to whore himself out when he was younger, because he had to to survive-a time and place he was never going back to because he was better than that now-but he'd also bedded quite a few lonely women. Some of them married that he didn't have any business even touching. He'd fucked up things good and proper that way once-and not in a good way.]

Then again, I ain't never made it a habit to spend time with a whore that didn't have a nice pair of breasts.

[suckonit]

Heh, you and me both. Though I've got the girls comin' to me. It's a pretty sweet job. I'm living the dream. [Well he would be if he was still at home.]

I'd say you should try it out, but I hear there's only one whore house around here and since I'm going to be top earner again you might as well just forget about it. [He doesn't want the competition anyways.]

[goldandblue]

I ain't interested anyway.

[Though the thought did cross his mind, especially since that seemed like a challenge. He knew that the men and ladies both enjoyed his company, but he was better than that, now. He would not go back to that.]

I can get as many women as I want without that.