Time, [ Dorian shrugs. ] Cultivating the idea that I'm a shameless hedonist, so nobody would judge me when I made those sorts of requests. And knowing right away what my limits were.
Make yourself the clown before they find out you're the joke.
[ That's something he can relate to, and hell, maybe that's why he came to Dorian in the first place without too much thought into it. Like senses like, and Dorian seems to possibly be the same type that he is, dressed in armor tailor made to make it look like he never cares.
Or maybe Roman's projecting. He drains the second glass, unable to look at Dorian as he mumbles words that are still somewhat foreign to him. ]
That's one way of putting it, [ Dorian shrugs. ] Or craft your reputation in a way that people treat you the way you want them to treat you.
[ Want to give off the impression that you're an immortal hedonist who doesn't care about serious things and goes from fling to fling? Act that way, baby.
The 'thank you' gets a wry smile from Dorian. He quickly tamps that down before, ]
[ Roman's brows lift, expression grateful even if his words aren't. ]
I want to get black out drunk. This whole conversation was fucking bullshit--and I still stand by killing you if you tell anyone, by the way. I'll sic my attack cowboy after you, and he'll shoot you in the dick. That motherfucker never misses.
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[ That's something he can relate to, and hell, maybe that's why he came to Dorian in the first place without too much thought into it. Like senses like, and Dorian seems to possibly be the same type that he is, dressed in armor tailor made to make it look like he never cares.
Or maybe Roman's projecting. He drains the second glass, unable to look at Dorian as he mumbles words that are still somewhat foreign to him. ]
Thank you.
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[ Want to give off the impression that you're an immortal hedonist who doesn't care about serious things and goes from fling to fling? Act that way, baby.
The 'thank you' gets a wry smile from Dorian. He quickly tamps that down before, ]
You're welcome. Want another drink?
[ Because he suspects that might be the case. ]
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I want to get black out drunk. This whole conversation was fucking bullshit--and I still stand by killing you if you tell anyone, by the way. I'll sic my attack cowboy after you, and he'll shoot you in the dick. That motherfucker never misses.
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