[It's not like Leon to log into ViViD of his own free will, but you know what, sometimes a guy senses an opportunity, and like 10% of the time he's even right.
This was that 10%. No creepy hospitals, no fields of flowers that make you break out into sobs, just good old fashioned partying. Fuck yeah. He fiddles with his corsage, a little embarrassed to be wearing flowers, but he's also noticed the matching-up happening there, so he's not going to be removing them completely . . . I mean, unless his date's hideous or a dude or something. Until such a time, there they stay.
They do kinda clash with his everything else about him, though. That is, until he makes for the red punch (what other color of punch would you even drink? like duh??) and ends up looking kinda . . . mmmmmm. Yep.
(Minus the wig, but that's small comfort to him.)
Now his entire outfit clashes with his everything about him, especially the bright, embarrassed red of his face.]
Shit, what the fuck, are these stockings?! Get 'em off! Thigh highs are for chicks . . . ! Heeeey, this ain't funny!
II:
[After a whole lot of trial and error, by which I mean drinking, Leon finally managed to get out of the friggin' tights and into something respectable from the '20s bowl. Don't worry, he left the fedora on the table. Hat hair, y'know.
Now it's time to go over this list here. He's got no interest in being crowned anything. It looks like a whole lot of effort for an unspecified reward, and he doesn't like those. But it also looks like an excuse to do the things on the list, most of which he doesn't want to mess with, but a few of them . . . niiiiiice.
He leans up with his hip against the table, nursing another drink, keeping an eye out for likely partners in crime or hopeful partners in bed. If you're female-bodied and approach him, you might get:]
Heeeey, you playin' along with all this or what?
[Sure he's got an assigned date and hell yeah she's smoking hot, but really, why limit himself?
Or maybe you're male-bodied, or female-bodied and you feel like taking this prompt instead, and then you'll get something more like:]
Why's it gotta be "accidentally" drunk? How're we even supposed to check that one off? Obviously if you're tryin' to get all these done, you're gonna mean to do it, so it's not accidental anymore! Man, talk about stupid . . .
BONUS:
. . . Think you can reach my knife?
[Congratulations, friend. Somehow, it ended up like this. All he'd wanted was to explore a little, and now here he is in friggin' vine bondage with a companion. And y'know, probably bondage is generally better with a companion, but in this embarrassing-ass, non-consensual case, Leon's really wishing he were anywhere but here, even if it is romantic and pretty and actually depending on who he's with in this thread, it being romantic might make this even worse.
Ugh.
He gives his unwilling companion an imploring look, glancing down at his own right jacket pocket as best he can. He sure can't move his own hand within range of it right now. But maybe there's an awkward way out of this awkward situation . . . ]
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[It's not like Leon to log into ViViD of his own free will, but you know what, sometimes a guy senses an opportunity, and like 10% of the time he's even right.
This was that 10%. No creepy hospitals, no fields of flowers that make you break out into sobs, just good old fashioned partying. Fuck yeah. He fiddles with his corsage, a little embarrassed to be wearing flowers, but he's also noticed the matching-up happening there, so he's not going to be removing them completely . . . I mean, unless his date's hideous or a dude or something. Until such a time, there they stay.
They do kinda clash with his everything else about him, though. That is, until he makes for the red punch (what other color of punch would you even drink? like duh??) and ends up looking kinda . . . mmmmmm. Yep.
(Minus the wig, but that's small comfort to him.)
Now his entire outfit clashes with his everything about him, especially the bright, embarrassed red of his face.]
Shit, what the fuck, are these stockings?! Get 'em off! Thigh highs are for chicks . . . ! Heeeey, this ain't funny!
II:
[After a whole lot of trial and error, by which I mean drinking, Leon finally managed to get out of the friggin' tights and into something respectable from the '20s bowl. Don't worry, he left the fedora on the table. Hat hair, y'know.
Now it's time to go over this list here. He's got no interest in being crowned anything. It looks like a whole lot of effort for an unspecified reward, and he doesn't like those. But it also looks like an excuse to do the things on the list, most of which he doesn't want to mess with, but a few of them . . . niiiiiice.
He leans up with his hip against the table, nursing another drink, keeping an eye out for likely partners in crime or hopeful partners in bed. If you're female-bodied and approach him, you might get:]
Heeeey, you playin' along with all this or what?
[Sure he's got an assigned date and hell yeah she's smoking hot, but really, why limit himself?
Or maybe you're male-bodied, or female-bodied and you feel like taking this prompt instead, and then you'll get something more like:]
Why's it gotta be "accidentally" drunk? How're we even supposed to check that one off? Obviously if you're tryin' to get all these done, you're gonna mean to do it, so it's not accidental anymore! Man, talk about stupid . . .
BONUS:
. . . Think you can reach my knife?
[Congratulations, friend. Somehow, it ended up like this. All he'd wanted was to explore a little, and now here he is in friggin' vine bondage with a companion. And y'know, probably bondage is generally better with a companion, but in this embarrassing-ass, non-consensual case, Leon's really wishing he were anywhere but here, even if it is romantic and pretty and actually depending on who he's with in this thread, it being romantic might make this even worse.
Ugh.
He gives his unwilling companion an imploring look, glancing down at his own right jacket pocket as best he can. He sure can't move his own hand within range of it right now. But maybe there's an awkward way out of this awkward situation . . . ]