brother_nature | Golden Peacock

when you get on the elevator and you hit the button for the highest floor
that's when i get the notification

well damn, I didn't know you higher ranks had it like that. do ya need the heads up cuz ya got folks throwing themselves at yer feet? my feelings are gonna be hurt if I'm just throwaway distraction!

if your feelings get hurt then you're a lot softer than i thought you were

but nah i wouldn't string anyone along like that. i rather they know exactly where i stand with them

i've got lots of layers to me what can i say

but where exactly *do* i stand? or would you rather tell me in person?

think it's better to show rather than tell, yeah?

well then! you'll have my full attention.

[Cuz he is coming UP. knock knock mother fucker.]

[ the door is knocked on and leona stares at it from his resting place in his main room--- this time, it's doctored up to look like his previous suite! just bigger. especially the bed. yeah he has a bunch of other rooms all prettied up but why would he want that right now when he could have it look like anything???

so the best anything is just. comfy bed. soft pillows and blankets. ]

Come on in.

--ah.

[When he enters, for some reason, he was not expecting the....cozy aesthetic. Leona alludes some lazy but classy energy, so it's a stark contrast. Not bad! Just unexpected, though the surprise is obvious on his scarred face. Really, it's just someone like him isn't used to be surrounded by luxury unless it's something he's stolen for himself.

He lets out a whistle, stepping cautiously.]

You've gone and made yerself comfy here, huh?

Just tryin' somethin' different.

[ that's all. well, he certainly doesn't mind living in the lap of soft and fluffy things now and then. yes he probably looks better sitting in a golden throne, surrounded by riches and treasures and all sorts of stuff...

but here he is, just. chilling and all. ]

That a bad thing?

Nah. [A smirk and he idly kicks a pillow out the way. Soft. . .]

But can't say I saw ya as the blanket and cuddlin' type. You run cold or something?

Nothin' wrong with being comfy.

[ he says this as he sinks a little deeper into his cushions. ]

Did ya think I was some kinda animal that'd be livin' on top of corpses or somethin'?

[ using the bones of prey like bars of a xylophone and playing a funny little tune??? ]

Hah! Nah, that's more style. The bloodier the better, makes for a great foot stool.

[HE'D appreciate a ribcage xylophone, gosh!! He comes over and flops on the edge of his bed, eye still wandering.]

Just ain't used to shit this nice being handed out. Usually gotta break a few necks for it. But guess that's more motivation here, yeah? You ever been down in the basement?

Mm, a couple of times. Never had to live down there.

[ he still has some kind of standards. after all, a life in opulence no matter how jaded he grew didn't mean he didn't get used to having all the nice things that being a prince gave him access to! ]

Had to break more than one?

[ snorts! ]

More than I can count. Ya start to lose track after a while. Sometimes ya get yer own neck snapped in the process.

[Said more as a matter of fact rather than a flaunt or with any bravado. He flops backwards, staring at the ceiling.]

Lucky bastard not starting at the bottom. Ain't nothing new, but when I get my hands on that damn bird I'm gonna wring its neck for its shitty jokes.

[ well. he can't disagree with the latter, though he can't say much about the former... between the two of them leona can tell chobe's got the edge on neck-snapping and he's not going to argue against that. ]

Tch. It's all luck 'round here. Had a suite right above the basement, just gave me enough privacy that I didn't go insane.

[ a room that was borderline cramped and cozy at the same time. ]

So you're gonna add that bird to your pile of neck-snappin' conquests or whatever? That'd be a sight to see.

I'll invite ya to the cook out. After I break its neck, it's going on the grill. Skewered peacock's fancy enough for a king, right?

[They will feast like kings!! His eye rolls to look at him upside down.]

Hmmm. So you started out as what, a four? Three? To be honest, with your looks I'd think you'd shot your way to the top by now. You picky, and should I be flattered?

Five. Just close enough to be in the basement but not quite.

[ huh. what a nice compliment he's been paid. an eyebrow raises while the rest of him reclines farther to the side. ]

Looks don't mean shit 'round here. They help, but like...

[ snorts! ]

... I'm not that picky.

Gahaha! Not picky? Well damn, now I feel like a convenience, how cruel. At least tell me I've got pretty eyes.

[Said jokingly, given he only has one proper eye to begin with. He raises a hand, waving it dismissively.]

So, no motivation to keep climbing to the top? I'd call ya lazy buuuut--lemme guess. Saving that energy for yer shit at home, yeah?

As far as I'm concerned, the top is wherever I happen to be. Doesn't matter if it's in this big ass suite or down near the ghosts and loud assholes that don't care about their privacy.

[ if there's such thing as having shame in the literal fuck resort then leona apparently respects it as much as anyone else... unless he's the one doing the fucking and then who cares??? ]

I think you look good. Wouldn't call ya pretty. Rugged fits better.

[ and rugged is a compliment. at least to him. ]

I'm savin' my energy for whoever deserves it. Think you bein' here says somethin', don't it?

[That jagged grin spreads across his face, and he brings a hand up, reaching for Leona.]

I'd say it says enough, sure. But like I said, actions speak louder than words.

We were playin' a game, right? So how about this--dare ya to find out somethin' new about me. Or my body.

And I can do the same for you.

Somethin' new 'bout you.

[ repeating it... isn't that also kind of a truth? is it a dare to ask someone about themselves?

either way, he can do more than just reach back. nah. he immediately crawls over and lies right next to that sharp grin of chobe's. he's got nothing to fear. ]

Do I gotta make ya tell me?

[Listen, it's two birds one stone! When he flops next to him, he's immediately grabbing at his shirt, bringing their faces near touching.]

That's part of the game, ain't it? Think ya can pull it out of me?

[In more ways than one, he-yo. Though instead of waiting for an answer, he's just going in for a kiss.]

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