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is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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Is there a specific answer you're looking for, Murphy? Do tell me, so I can simply parrot it back to you and save us both time.

nothing
sorry for wasting your time

[She rolls her eyes.]

Don't fold so easily.

Let's try this another way: what is it you're afraid of happening?

[ Almost drops his phone on his face. ]
it just doesn't feel right
i know exactly how it feels
and I just dont want to be that person
and idk how u can just fall in so quick

Edited 2018-11-04 06:47 (UTC)

Because I order everyone around, regardless of status. And the majority of Submissives I meet aren't used to this lifestyle, which means they aren't naturally submissive. They'll protest if they find an order abhorrent. Add to the fact I ensure each interaction is a transaction of some sorts, rather than simply obeying my whims solely for my benefit.

You can always contract a Submissive and only act as a Dominant in public.

i know i would protest
maybe we should be out there protesting
idk
yeah i just need to figure out the details of the contract

Make it something basic.

ill pull something out of my ass.
you doing anything?

Taking a break from an experiment.

Why?

idk cant sleep
what experiment you doing?

Making a medicinal drug for a man here. It's slow-going, but interesting. I would that I had a template to work off, but on other hand, that just makes the challenge more fascinating.

do you need help
i mean like with the little shit?
or idk want company?

If you'd like, certainly. I can always use an extra pair of hands.

yeah thats why i asked ros
where can i find you?

House fourteen. You can leave the sarcasm at the door, thank you.

is that ur nice way of saying i cant talk?
alright. on my way

[The door is locked, but Rosalind answers promptly enough when he knocks. She smells a little of acid, her hair pinned back and her goggles pushed up. There's something cooling down in the back, though she isn't paying it any mind.

Is it night? Maybe. But she sure doesn't know; when she focuses on a project, she focuses.]

Hello, Murphy. How are you this evening?

[ Rosalind, it's night. That's why Murphy texted you. He can't sleep.

His face pinches when she opens the door, catching a good whiff of that acrid smell that stung at his nostrils. ] Christ, what's the smell?

[DETAILS, DETAILS . . .]

Acid.

[She says it simply, like other people might say the cat, and turns to head back in, trusting he'll follow her.]

And a bit of a chemical mix-up, unfortunately. I'm trying to synthesize a drug, but it's slow-going.

[ Murphy shakes his head, exhaling sharply to get the bite of acid out of his nose. ] Shit smells bad like something fierce.

[ Oh and he does follow her. Murphy's curious, though, and he's looking all around. ] What kind of a drug are you trying to make?

Adderall.

[The word is still a little foreign to her, but she understands the principle well enough.]

Are you familiar with it?

Adderall? [ His brows knit together. It's nothing he's ever heard of. Murphy shakes his head. ] Not a single clue. What does it do?

Calms a person down, one who has extreme difficulty paying attention and focusing on one thing. Or so I'm told, anyway-- it wasn't something invented in my day.

Huh. [ His tone raises nearly an octave. ] That's something I could benefit from. You need a guinea pig? I make a good one.

[She huffs a laugh.]

No, though I thank you. But perhaps some other experiment, hm? I'd like to start producing more than just prescription drugs.

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