Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Gordon was amused at how little Baxter knew of his world, finding the shower with Baxter most enjoyable. Of course he had to be patient so that his mate would understand the water was perfectly harmless, by getting in first. Now that they had finished in there he walked into the living room after getting dressed once more. "Baxter, how about we wander around the city until you become more familiar with it?" He asked, curious on if his mate would be interested in a thing like that or not. Besides it would give him a chance to go window shopping, with any luck Baxter would find something that he liked and he'd have more clothing to choose from.
Despite the off chance of his mate not wanting to leave the studio, he had moved to grab his wallet off the counter anyway. He couldn't help but find enjoyment in wandering around the city even if it was only for a little bit. Another way to calm his nerves so that he wouldn't be forced to remained cooped up in his apartment. A nice place to linger at times but to be forced there all the time, it got rather boring. If Baxter chose to go out with him, he expected him to put something on his lower half as to hide himself from view. Besides it being a problem for the public, he was slightly jealous that Baxter mind not be fazed about showing himself.
Over a year prior, Baxter had still been residing in his tribe. Life in a old-world chiefdom was lived primitively, amongst tradition, conflict, limited innovation and survivalism. The native form of a bath or a shower, at least for the Lupek people, had been bathing oneself in a large but shallow river ushered into a nonthreatening current from a waterfall. The falls were poured over a cliff, however the cliff had only been about fifteen feet. The water’s fall-pressure was harmless and was suitable for a way for one to rinse. Between bathing in the river and showering beneath the weight of the falls, it was up to preference.
Baxter’s time spent in the shower with Gordon had been the first time he experienced warm and even hot water. It felt as though he had been kissed throughout the entirety of his body by the Gods every time the steaming liquids washed over him. The whole time, he was practically leaned over against Gordon relaxing on the verge of falling asleep standing up.
The worst part of the shower was those damnable soaps Gordon forced upon him. The fragrance of them were unlike anything he’s experienced; far more powerful than that of the herbs crushed by the wise women. It attacked his senses, and yet the feeling of cleanliness, the dead skin and dirt and dander being stripped from his body, was inexplicable.
The warrior’s experience with this level of luxury and cleanliness compelled him to blatantly refuse when Gordon offered for them to finally leave the shower. How could he resist spending yet another thirty minutes to an hour having his tense skin heated and massaged by the endless pressured spray of pipe water?
Eventually, he left the shower. Out of instinct and in rapid twists and shakes, he attempted to dry himself off by violently shaking the water off of himself as their feral counterparts would. It didn’t occur to him that this had been indoors, and the room was filled with steam, so the feeling of dampness would not part from him regardless. ”Oh… my bad,” he commented, rubbing the back of his head and observing the drops running down most of the surfaces in the bathroom. It was only after that he had learned towels were available for quicker drying rather than behaving like an average mutt.
The male’s suggestion for that day’s plans had been a little unsettling. Undoubtedly, it’d feel uncomfortable to him being out amongst people of another “world” entirely. Despite this, Baxter didn’t intend on behaving any differently than he did in his tribe; he wasn’t even thinking of how he’d behave. Instead, he was focused completely on the overwhelming exposure. ”Well… I guess we can,” he hesitantly agreed, looking off at the mirror in thought. In that moment, his attention was changed drastically to his own physical appearance. It was still intriguing to him that he could view his own visage in such a clear, distinctive form.
”I still can’t believe how different I look in this than water,” he murmured, poking and tugging at his face obsersvantly. Baxter almost conceitedly felt he himself was rather handsome and better looking than most of the other men of his tribe. If not for his sexuality, reputation, half-blood and standing in his tribe’s hierarchy, he would have likely been arranged for mateship quickly; especially with his obvious physical capabilities as well as fighting prowess.
Speaking of good looks, he glanced at Gordon and narrowed his eyes. ”I will make it clear that you’re mine, in case anyone were to think they would so easily woo you from me- never mind the nerve to do so in front of me,” he noted to him warningly. ”Anything I should know?” he asked casually, wandering off to fetch his pelt only to immediately leave the bathroom and find one of the wild canids had been patiently waiting for him, said woven and belt-armored skirt-like pelt in hand. With a pat of praise on the head, he accepted it and wrapped it around his waist.
Gordon wasn't bothered with the fact that Baxter had started shaking the water off, it would be an easy clean up as soon as he got around to doing it. He would introduce Baxter to the towels, after showing him how to use it before exiting the bathroom to get dressed before giving his suggestion. He couldn't help but feel pleased when Baxter agreed, even if he had done so hesitantly. He smiled when Baxter was staring at himself in the mirror. Exactly why I don't want you showing off.... He thought to himself, only being pulled from his thoughts when Baxter said he would make it clear that he was his. "I don't see why a person would try it, but that is fair." He agreed, not willing to risk displeasing his mate over the possibility of somebody else having an interest towards him. "If I think of anything, I'll let you know." He answered, not willing to mention his belief that his ex mate might try and search him out, or the fact she did pleasing things for the sake of trying to get him interested in her in the first place. He wasn't open to anybody about being only interested in other guys, if he had been, maybe she would have kept her hands to herself.
He was forced from his thoughts as soon as he noticed Baxter moving to grab his pelt before putting it on. The sooner I get him clothes, the sooner I won't be jealous over others staring at him. He thought to himself as he stared towards Baxter. "Ready to go?" He asked, waiting for Baxter to join him before walking towards the door to exit the apartment. Despite not caring about wearing a shirt, he had chosen to put one on so that he wouldn't be able to see his tattoos. He hadn't forgotten about earlier when he decided he'd be forced to wear a shirt for the sake of not having to see them anymore. He planned on go window shopping first, he couldn't help but find enjoyment in the idea of Baxter trying on the different fabrics, though he had no idea on where he wanted to start first because he wasn't very good at picking out different outfits. As far as he was concerned, anything would do so long as long as he was hidden for only him to see. "This is going to be so much fun." He whispered as he lead Baxter along.
Baxter didn’t feel ready to face this new society at all. He knew nothing of their laws, their functions, quirks or what is or isn’t anything. All that he learned was what he had adapted to in his chiefdom to survive and coexist with his kinblood. Survival and instinct were his tools, and other than that he was hardly a dog to the Lupek system of law and ethic. In other words, he was and still is barely distinctive from that of a wild dog with nothing of his own. An untamed beast, and either this society or Gordon himself would have to learn to collar or culture him.
Already, his first priority was to keep himself and his mate untouched, unscathed and well-respected as though this new world had been far more dangerous than his own- and that was merely due to the unknowing that shrouded it. Until he’d become more comfortable and settled, there’d be much trouble to ensue from his being here… and most of it was likely to be a result of his barbaric tendencies. Baxter was already aware of the threats he posed to himself and his mate, but knew instinct was something that couldn’t simply be ignored. Something that controlled him for the sake of survival could not so easily be neglected right away.
Baxter was heading to the door when the confirmation had reached his pointy-ears, and he nodded his head in response. ”Whenever you are,” he offered with a shrug. The expression on his face clearly stated his lack of enthusiasm for the coming experience. It felt like the ground within him had crumbled, collapsing and leaving an edge. Just coming into the city himself during the absence of the night had instilled into him a paranoia. Now he was expected to move during the daylight hours? It was a gnawing feeling of apprehension. Of course, he’d never admit such a trivial weakness.
A whine piqued his attention, and he looked back briefly to find those three beautiful beasts approaching him. One huddled down submissively- the one of the bunch that kissed the most ass. ”Stay,” he whispered to them, resting a hand on the pathetic one’s head and lightly digging his claws into their fur to scratch their scalp gently. ”We won’t be too long. Don’t wreck the place either,” he ordered them before leaving through the front door with Gordon. A triad of whines ensued, and while it bothered him to leave them alone, for their safety he’d rather keep them out of broad daylight.
”Fun? Mn, maybe. Dunno what’d be so fun about this though,” he commented loosely, lounging his arms back behind his head with his claws digging into this messy mop of short, chocolate hair. The male was unbothered by the fact that most of his body was revealed besides the furpelt skirt that dressed his pelvis and upper thighs securely. Baxter would become quite the everyday irregular spectacle for it, especially due to his facial marks… which may not bode well for either blending in or avoiding any trouble. Regardless, Baxter attempted to keep his cool. However, they hadn’t even made it outside the apartment building yet.
Gordon couldn't help but feel amused when Baxter answered him, of course he was ready to go, he was closer to the door than he current was, but he wanted to still ask anyway just in case Baxter changed his mind. He had heard the whine, but since they were Baxter's he figured he should handle it, though he believed it would be best if the wolves stayed in the apartment even if he was at risk of it being damaged in the process. It wasn't everyday one saw wolves in the city, only pets or people who could shift into animals so to have a wild one, he honestly didn't want to risk a red flag just because others notice. Shortly after walking away from the apartment, he chuckled when Baxter gave his answer. "Only one way to find out." He answered, teasing him as he lead the way. "Though I won't lie, I'll likely still have fun." He chuckles at the idea of making Baxter possibly jealous, or worse, it being purely on accident.
He continued walking until some stores came into view, his pace had slowed so that Baxter could see the different fabrics, if he hadn't guessed it before he would come to figure it out soon enough. "Ohhhhhhhhh, how about this one......" He had answered, going inside whether Baxter planned to follow would be another story, though Gordon has reason to believe Baxter didn't have plans on letting him out of his sight. The first store they had gone into had mostly formal, having a mens and women's section. It hadn't been anything personal, well maybe a little bit, but Baxter had been the one talking about how he loved the breeze. He wandered over to some skirts to look at them to see if any felt nice in his hand.
The buildings. By the spirits, the buildings were too fucking tall for him. It hurt his neck attempting look up at their towering greatness. Incredible, but intimidating as he had been used to the fragrant pines and maples of the forest as well as the cliffs and mountains. Baxter’s weak psych against this environment made him feel as though they might topple over on him and his lover any moment, and this added to his reasons for being so close to Gordon that his fingers were gripping the male’s arm as a form of security.
Oh, and the smells. So many, some pungent some subtle, and each had a varying unique effect on him. These smells indicated such a disparity between individuals that even he could conclude that there were a vast mixture of differing species, some human most superhuman and subhuman, and while some smelled of canines and dander they were far from werewolf and his kin altogether. Lightheadedness had set in from the melting pot occurring in his nostrils, frantically overworking to distinctify each and every scent to reach the individual behind them
Baxter misunderstood the reason for the glances and stares in his direction. To him, it was because he was a werewolf, as there had been not a single werewolf in the present scents he was filtering through; only evidence of their having been here before. They never fucking saw a werewolf before? Eyeballin’ me like that… he thought to himself out of annoyance. It hadn’t even occurred to him that it might be due to the strange, never seen cheek marks on his face (possibly gang related or incriminating!)- or better yet, his barely decent dress conduct.
Of course, as cultured as modern society was, there were those who lacked the resistance to graciously acknowledging his uncommon, naturally-weathered and reinforced build. Baxter was put off by the hints of lust or hormone. He couldn’t confirm the origin of it, but it had to be among the females who offered him their extended attention, as much as he wanted to bark at them for their whorish ways. Baxter’s fidelity could be described little better than beyond absolute.
At one point, a man smelling of the undead daringly challenged his composure with a single look into his eyes; one of pure displeasure. Baxter was a wild mongrel. One look to the eye was enough for him to lock eye contact, and drop his jaw slowly to reveal those dull, jagged meat renders of his. A glint debuted his especially long and sharp canines, and a deep growl accompanied them. If only looked closely, Baxter’s bodily hairs, along with his brunette mop, seemed to stand on end.
This intimidation mechanism of his had been far more than enough to drive a nail into the undead being’s nerve completely, even encouraging them to turn the other direction completely. Content with the result, he continued on with Gordon. Intimidation was a mechanism he shared with his tribe- once eyes were locked and one pair bore any ill intent or energy, it became a unspoken warzone until one person backed down and expressed submission. At a point, it would even escalate.
Eventually, he felt Gordon tug into an alternate direction, and the male had been diving into a nearby store. The glass on the outside had be shiny; so much that it had been reflective with the assistance of the clear, sunny skies. ”Wha- wait, where are you…” he questioned, breaking it off halfway in to hesitate. The grasping eyes around had encouraged him to take cover and remain by his mate’s side, and he had entered begrudgingly.
When he had done so, he was just about blinded by the arrays of colors which the interior adorned; both made up of clothing, merchandise and decor. Not only that, but the horribly sharp smell of perfume poisoned his senses, numbing them and ushering in a shocking dose of panic. ”What… the fuck…” he exclaimed, clenching his nose closed with one hand and in-taking oxygen through the mouth. But even the air itself was spiked with chemical, giving an unsavory taste. Cosmetic aromatics were sold here, and he wasn’t taking his first exposure to it well at all.
Yet, he kept following Gordon. The male wouldn’t let anything get between him and his other half, and he watched as he perused the selection. The colors and strange bodily coverings had formed walls and wheel-like pillars all over the store. It was a maze to him, a particularly unappealing one to him.
”Eh?” he perked up, realizing what he was looking at. ”This what we’re doing today? Getting these weird scraps for you?” he asked him curiously, shifting his lips around idly with a rather fitting snaggletooth. ”It’s so bright… you’d look better with something darker… actually, I like you with nothing on,” he admitted bluntly, one hand on a hip and the other on his nose.
Gordon couldn't help but feel pleased when he had felt Baxter's hand gripping his arm tightly, it proved that he wouldn't have to worry about him wandering off in another location. Not that Baxter would do it, but having him around was so much easier than trying to search him out for the second time. He had noticed the woman forcing himself to ignore them as they continued on, too focused on the stores to really pay much attention to them. He had noticed an undead nearby, though he chose to ignore him until he had noticed Baxter had his attention on him. So he somewhat watched, pleased when the undead had turned the other direction to flee from the as they continued their walk. As soon as he had gone in front of the store, he had tugged Baxter to follow him inside. He chuckled when he heard Baxter's question, amused by how little he knew about civilization. He could smell the perfume, long used to such smells even if some were unpleasant to him. He had to admit, there was some cologne that he loved smelling but he wasn't able to afford such things, not with his current income. He glanced over to see Baxter was holding his nose, "That bad, huh?" He asked, not thinking that it was that terrible but then again it was likely Baxter's first time smelling such things.
He lead Baxter to some clothes on a rack, looking over the skirts. He had asked his question, smirking when Baxter gave his answer. "Is it really all that weird? Darling?" He teased, refraining from correcting Baxter at this time. The clothes would be for his Baxter, he already had enough clothes at home. "I like you with nothing on too." He teased, holding the skirt out in front of Baxter, looking at it but was guessing his waist size. "Perhaps another one...." He chuckled setting it back on the rack. Sooner or later he would find the right outfit and demand Baxter to join him in the fitting room to try them on. Not for the sake of teasing to see what it looks like, but just the fact of keeping a close eye on him. He was after all his mate. It wasn't so wrong to want to watch his mate over such reasons, was it? "And we aren't shopping for me." He added, pulling another skirt out in front of Baxter. "How about this one? Do you like it?" He was curious if Baxter figured out that he was hinting of shopping for him.
The male arched a brow at the flirtatious statement, and a devilish grin conquered his plump lips. Not so subtly, he scooted closer to his mate’s side, and his dark, calloused hand wandered from his side to venture to more interested ranges to wander- such as grazing the romp he claimed as his property specifically. A not-so sneaky squeeze, and his expression extended with enthusiasm. ”You better damn well do, after all that’s the only way you’ve seen me so far…” he murmured to him seductively.
The male detected eyes on them in that instant, and as quickly as he glanced, a woman had silently but perturbedly fled the aisle they were in. The male could swear he’s never rolled his eyes harder… but he really has. ”The people in this place are dramatic… are my people really so strange to look at here?” he asked him, completely missing the oddity that was everything he was and was doing.
Gordon’s statement caught him off guard. ”No? Who the hell are we shopping for then?” he questioned aloud, folding his arms in disapproval of them doing anyone else’s chore. Soon, it had occurred to him that this was all for him, and he grimaced out of annoyance. ”Dammit, this for me?” he confirmed, and shook his head before the other had the chance to respond. ”None of these clothes are going to interest me. They’re all so… delicate and bright. Just glancing at them burns my eyes,” he disdainfully reviewed them.
Another skirt was held out, and Baxter scoffed at it irritably. The clothing these united people wore appeared weighty and detrimental to self defense and combat. He always appreciated light clothing that revealed skin, for the sake of keeping his skin hardened and adapted to the harsh elements as well as to retain full mobility and flexibility.
”If you’re gonna dress me up like some kind of doll, at least pick me something out that reflects me better- or is darker in color, and shows some skin. I need some freedom,” he grumbled beneath his breath, and huffed a deep sigh. Glancing around in every direction of the store excavated fruitless results in terms of the colors he was interested in. ”Something tells me this place won’t have anything like that,” he further commented.
Gordon blushed when Baxter had touched his butt, squeezing. Of course he was his and that was the only way he had seen him so far, though somethings should remain in the bedroom else he'd become flustered by such actions. "Right...." He whispered, trying to calm himself down, but his cheeks remained pink anyway. He was surprised to hear Baxter's question. "No, she is just one of those judgmental people, most likely." He explained, much rather wanting to spend his time looking over these skirts, unless of course Baxter figured out the difference between woman and men's clothing, then he'd get him pants instead. "Though there is a law about not doing certain things in public, but I doubt that would stop us, huh?" He whispered playfully before adding. "I'd be flustered though." He had no problem admitting to such things, not really caring too much once he was caught in the moment, though before getting started it was easier to control his urges.
He grinned when Baxter asked who they were shopping for. "Yes honey, for you." He still had that smug grin on his face. Oh how, he was enjoying this way too much. "I see." He answered, though he was mostly only amused with hearing Baxter's comment. It wasn't about to stop him from getting him female clothing. He held out another skirt, remaining amused at Baxter's reactions. Oh how naive he was being. He was just so adorable. "That can be arranged." He answered, quite pleased with the suggestion, he placed the skirt back on the rack before reaching out for Baxter's hand. "Another store we shall go." He didn't mind going shopping, today was Baxter's day after all. Though it would be weird trying on some new pairs of clothes, he honestly believed that Baxter would come to like them as he had as soon as he finally got used to them.
“He’s so fuckin’ cute…” he commented on his lover mentally, grinning over their reaction. Baxter enjoyed expressing his claim over another person, as well as his dominance through whatever means necessary- yet dominance was a subject that would be quite touchy given the flip-flop roles they both play in the mateship. He foresaw competition in their sex life.
“Nothing stops me, and you will learn that.” A thick, muscular arm draped itself around the shoulders of his significant other endearingly to reinforce his statement. In his opinion, the people of this situation were odd to repeal the freedoms of status, assertion of status and claim, as well as the freedom of naturality. How else was one supposed to express to others their own position in comparison, and furthermore put them in the place they belonged?
To Baxter’s relief, Gordon had acknowledged his appeal and dismissed their attention from the rack. A sigh fled his mouth, even as their hand had taken his into custody, and they both took their leave of the building. At least he had temporarily stalled his mate from obtaining these cloth-comprised restraints for him… for now.
Fresh air filled his lungs, clearing out his nose and airways of that despicable odor that permeated the interior of that building. “This air ain't much better but damn is it refreshing compared to the poison I was suckin’ up in that place,” he bluntly stated, lifting up and anchoring his arms behind his head freely as he moved alongside a mere few inches in trail of his lover. A tilt of his head and an arched brow had been geared in Gordon's direction. “Where to now?”
A sudden chill ran down Baxter's spine, and almost immediately his nose raised to the air in a series of quick and frantic sniffs. One could almost see his small pointed ears twitch. “Malice,” he murmured beneath his breath. The warrior's eyes narrowed, glancing around for the source of this sensation.
Unfortunately, the one exhibiting this malevolence could not be found. Either an amount of discretion beyond his senses had been currently utilized, or this ill intent wasn't fixed on them. Baxter believed the latter more, and as a result he attempted to ignore it for now; but nonetheless his hairs stood up on end. Briefly, he shot a look at the back of Gordon's head in contemplation as to whether the male shared the similar sixth sense he did.
Protectively, with the intent to flaunt and advertise his territory to others, he laced his arm around his mate and clenched their romp indescretibly. “Is this people as united as ours are?” he asked curiously, wondering how violence and treachery may exist here inter-society-wise.
Gordon blushed more when he heard Baxter's comment. He melted when Baxter had draped his arm over his shoulders. He was okay with dismissing these skirts for now, but that wasn't about to stop him from getting Baxter some type of clothes if it was the last thing he did. He left with Baxter, planning on going to another store, failing to admit that to Baxter as to surprise him. He couldn't help but smirk during their walk to another store upon hearing Baxter's comment. "You sorta get used to it." He commented as a smug grin appeared on his face. "That is a surprise." He answered, dodging the question on where they were going, just like that. He couldn't help but feel a tad bit paranoid seeing as he had fled from his pack and felt a great need in watching his back, though within a few seconds, deciding that he might have just been imagining the feeling even if this place had plenty of criminals in it. Though he hadn't bothered looking around, he was still paying attention to possible noises, anything that seemed amiss would be assumed as possible danger and would be dealt with as soon as he was attacked first.
Having left the store not in each others arms, he found himself once more melting when he felt Baxter wrap his arm around him, only to melt when he touched his butt. He found himself blushing but instead of making the comment about how they were out in public and he'd need to knock it off because Baxter had asked him a question. "No. Though they have a thing called laws, these people are far from following it. I just like the freedom to choose instead of being forced into it. Don't get me wrong, all actions have consequences, now whether they be good or not depends on the action." He explained before stopping in front of another store, this one had a mixture of female and male clothes. He opened the door for Baxter, planning on letting him in first, but would soon go in because he was expecting to get Baxter so clothing, he just needed to figure out what he was into first so that he could get him something he'd enjoy as well. "Now, lets find you something that you deem as comfortable and appealing..." He answered, teasingly as he moved around the store, looking at the male clothing first.
”Surprise?” he mused to himself, batting an eye at his mate. There was a slight leer to that look he gave him, suspect and wary of the male’s sense of discretion. As trusting as he wanted to be of his significant other, he couldn’t distinguish between and evil intent or a playful intent to spring a surprise, having very mixed feelings and experiences with such things. Most of those were more than negative influences on his perspective.
Hence the reason he was so cautious on these streets, never mind the fact that it was a completely brand new world to him anyway. Gordon’s response to his inquiry was of no help in encouraging otherwise to his paranoia, and because of that a part of his heart had hardened to the outside world. To Baxter, this was a warzone on it’s own then if a people were not united and bound to each other by neither morale, tradition or law of people. Anything could happen at any point then. There would be no justification nor consequence other than that asserted by the party at the butt end of whatever occurrence.
Baxter would ensure he would be no prey to such madness, and instead be the predator- especially when it came to Gordon. If anyone were to attempt to make a fool of him in front of his claim, or attempt to bring harm to him, they would not live to see the sun again.
Until the malice were to die down, the hairs on his arms and legs would remain stood on end. Whatever had been the source must have been stationary on the previous block, since his nerves slowly started to ease down as they had moved forward.
"How the hell can a people not take care of their own?," he commented snarkily, rolling his eyes.
In an effort to study his surroundings and gain a feeling for the area, Baxter's gaze had been cast off away from his mate. He was alerted to their drifting from his arms to stray in an alternate direction, quickly earning his attention and furthermore annoyance when he noticed the other was guiding them into another store.
"Another one?" he groaned. "Surprise, surprise…"
As much as he didn’t want to enter yet another stuffy building, there was little that he could do to stop Gordon. It was too much of an effort for the futility it would result in, already understanding how stubborn his partner could be- not nearly as much as himself, but enough that he didn’t feel like bothering at this point.
At least this place had a slightly more appealing theme to the frilly, air-freshened environment that was the last store.
So there he was, idly standing over the shoulders of his mate, narrow eyes scrutinizing the interior out of pure listlessly. The looks he received every now and then from passing shoppers were a mixed bag of criticality and humor, and they were immediately responded with a very sudden but effectively intimidating leer.
In his inoccupation, he couldn't help but mimic Gordon's motions to the threads on the tracks, rifling through them in a lazy perusal. While doing so, something pointy had poked him in the hand, prompting him to jump back in shock.
"Wha-...”
Curiously, he stepped closer once more and swept aside the wall of fabric to feast his eyes on a garment unlike had ever seen. It was cut from leather, dyed in a silky-smooth ebony and studded with shiny metal spines. It was a vest, a highly quality one as well, mixed among the selection in the wrong color code. Without a hint of class, rather than taking it by the hanger, he instead yanked it from the wire device (nearly flinging it in the process) and held it up for close inspection.
It was made to wrap around one’s body, and be secured with the use of three belt-like buckles to meet a broad range of sizes between muscular to lithe. The unpolished spears were cold to the touch of his finger, confirming their metallic composition. ”Reminds me of the armor some of the other warrior’s would wear,” he enthusiastically reminisced aloud and in his native tongue, a special dialect Gordon would surely recognize. ”A good whetting and these things could punch some holes in someone, and this material is thick!”
Gordon chuckled when he saw Baxter looking at him. The fact he felt like he knew him just upon how they first met, allowed him to be amused instead of threatened by his leer. Though he'd take great pleasure in seeing anybody else cower in fear if they were to cross paths with Baxter and have it required upon them. "They chose not to." He answered back, keeping it vague, since the best way for Baxter to understand would be seeing it for himself. "You'll see soon enough, just be prepared for it." He answered in return, not wanting Baxter to mistaken that as possible underestimating. He had lead them to another store, chuckling when he heard Baxter's comment. It pleased him greatly when Baxter had followed him inside. It would be difficult finding him clothes if he wasn't inside to look at the racks with him. He looked at the different fabrics, trying to decide which ones he thought would suit Baxter best, thinking in the back of his mind how likely picky he most likely would be, assuming he found something other than his pelt.
It surprised him slightly when Baxter had started looking through the rack of clothes too, saying something before sweeping the fabric aside to take the vest off the hanger in correctly to look it over. Gordon found himself staring at it. "How about wearing it for fun, instead of attacking." He whispered in return. "Unless you think I'd show you up." He teased playfully, having no interest in gaining armor just to wrestle him in public. "You should try that on in the dressing room after we find some pants to go with that." He mumbled, moving away from the rack to head towards some that held pants, though he was looking for the leather. Hot damn, he will look sexy in that. He thought to himself, trying to contain his excitement.
"Dressing room?" he questioned aloud, turning his head about in a curious scan for this so-called room. A room meant to try on these clothes? Was such a thing even necessary when one could easily try it on the spot? Especially when he was already bare chested as he was.
"The hell I need to go into a room for just to put on a piece of fuckin' cloth?"
He commented, cracking his neck and pulling it on in a single swift movement the fit was snug and tight, a sensation he was unused to when it came to wearing garments of any kind. He took one look at the straps, and wrinkled his nose at the leather contraptions in disgust. "I'll be damned if those make this any more oppressive than they already are," the language of his people translated to roughly. "I'll probably just rip these tubes right off," he commented in his people's dialect once more, tugging lightly on the sleeves.
In reality, the shiny leather suits his form brilliantly, highlighting the features of his battle-charred and scarred abdominals by spreading open freely. It would look even better if his chocolate pelt didn't poorly clash with the silky jet black color.
Only then did he notice his mates enthrallment with articles of clothing meant to protect the bottom half of a being's body. A low growl emanated from his throat, foot heavily stamping the smooth tile floor, his sharp nails clicking the floor rapidly. Hands were on his hips, and he bent over to give a relatively annoyed look at the male.
"You're screwing with me, aren't you? Yeah, you are screwing with me. Your ass is mincemeat later, and yeah you know exactly what I mean…"
Gordon commented about Baxter trying on the jacket in the dressing room, clearly amused as he watched Baxter look around, clearly trying to find something. He chuckled when Baxter made his comment. "Though it is true that you won't need it to try on the jacket, I'm going to find you pants to match it. I could say you should use the dressing room so that you don't do it in public, or I could say I don't want others to see you because I don't share. Take your pick." He flirts, hoping Baxter finds the last one as flattering, because it was true, he doesn't share. He watched as Baxter put the jacket on, finding it looking good on him. Though it would look better if it wasn't clashing with his pelt. He couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Baxter's comment. "You know, I bet they have some without sleeves too. In case you wanted to avoid having to make the effort of fixing it up." He answered, shrugging, not minding the idea of Baxter removing the sleeves. It just seemed like something he would want to know for later. He then resumed looking at the pair of pants before pulling one out to show to Baxter.
Baxter was behind him, he chuckled when he heard Baxter's comment. "Unless I bet you to it." He teased playfully before adding, "If I'm being honest though, I think your pelt looks best when your shirtless and when you wear this jacket it would match best with these leather pants." He confessed, holding it up against Baxter to try and determined a possible size. He then returned it because to him, it seemed like it might be too small, choosing instead a few sizes bigger to ensure it wouldn't be too tight around the waist. "Trying on the pants has to happen in the dressing room." He teased, having a smug grin on his face. "Because I don't share." He teased some more, being honest. "You'll try it on, so that you can get a matching set. Won't you?" He asked, hoping he wasn't pushing this culture onto Baxter too quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was risk pushing his mate away.
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