Dark and I Make Sweet RP Love
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Thread Topic: Dark and I Make Sweet RP Love
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Wouldn't take it any other way.
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Muse C should dramatically be a female
Name:
Age: 22
Appearance:
Clothing: Prefers white button up long sleeved shirts, dark colored jeans, and ties. Doesn't like business clothing much.
Personality: Slightly upbeat, open, easily bored
Other: Sexyish ;) -
Awesome. Not it.
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WHERE'D HIS NAME GO WTF
*Finni King
f--- you
Finni nibbled lightly on the cigarette in his mouth, staring at the building in front of him. He was nervous about the idea of finally getting a job. Sure, it was great that he had gotten a chance for a fantastic opportunity, but he wasn't so sure he'd be able to do it all right. It made him nervous. He walked up to the building, tossing the cigarette into one of those public cigarette things, throwing open the door. -
Zsiga sat at his desk quietly on the top floor of his business building, only interrupting his silent meditation-like stance to straighten the photo of his wife, Selma, which sat facing him on his desk. Selma was very exuberant, and quite kind. In the photo, her blonde hair that reached to her bust had not yet acquired the grey streak it had now. She wore a pale beige hat with a blue ribbon on it. During the time the photo had been taken, they were on their honeymoon in Rome, and Selma had used her hat to protect herself from the sun.
That was twelve years ago. Despite being aged, Selma had barely changed. Not even the few wrinkles she had did much to blemish her beauty. Her personality remained, as well. She was always kind and willing to do anything for her husband. However, throughout the years, the romance between Selma and Zsiga had died. Feelin neglected and lonely, Selma had relied on their money to buy jewels and clothing that would fill the void in her heart.
Angrily, Zsiga resorted to placing the photograph face down. He didn't need her face distracting him. After all, he had a newbie coming in. -
Finni walked up to the counter, his hands stuffed in his pants. He didn't feel the need to be too business-like, but he was careful with his words. "I'm here to see Zsiga Schoenborn. I'm here for a meeting. My name is Finni King, if you need it." He stared at the reception person for a long while. She looked up, plastering a face smile. "Ah, yes. The boss said to send you up straight away as soon as you entered. Right this way, please, Mr. King."
He let out a grunt as he was lead to an elevator. He held back a groan as she pressed the button that had the highest number. Why did the building have to be so freakin' high? Alas, he couldn't complain. He did like how pretty the place was. It was certainly a change from being stuck at college. And he enjoyed the view. It won't be too bad, myself.
When they reached the top floor, the lady took no time in rushing to the boss's room. She was far faster than him, and he struggled to catch up to her. She reached the door in a matter of minutes, rapidly knocking on the door. "Mr. King is here to see you~" She chirped from behind the door. -
Zsiga straightened his emotionless expression. "Send him in," said Zsiga in a bored tone, although internally eager to see the young man named Finni King. Zsiga was always excited to see fresh, younger faces in his company. It gave him a needed break from the boring old men (like him) who infested the place.
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The lady threw the door open, guiding- or rather, shoving- Finni into the room. She closed the door behind him, leaving him and Zsiga alone. Finni had wanted to say thank you to her, but she had already shoved him in and abandoned him. So much for wanting to be nice. He looked to the guy sitting in the chair in front of him. For a guy his age, he looked pretty nice. And young, he added as an afterthought. The raven haired male stuck out his hand, introducing himself. "I'm Finni King. It's nice to meet you, sir."
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Zsiga stood and leaned across the table, vigorously giving Finni's hand a shake. "Schoenborn. The pleasure is mine." Zsiga withdrew and gestured to the seat opposite to his desk. "Sit, please," he said, surveying with his eyes the handsome young man who was before him.
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Finni held back a smile, sitting down on the seat he was directed to. "If you insist, uh.. Schoenborn." He liked how the other man's name rolled off of his tongue. Not paying much attention to himself, he started to play with the cuffs on his shirt, looking at his new boss. Something about the man made him feel proud to be here.
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Zsig smiled in approval. "You didn't bring anything for your desk?" Zsig looked over at the office beside him, which was only distinguished as separate from his own by an unusually clean glass wall.
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"No. I prefer to not leave a trace. I mean.. Not like that. I meant that I don't really have anything I'd like to put on my desk. Do I need to have something? I can bring it along with me tomorrow if needed.."
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Zsig raised an eyebrow. "Not at all...whatever it is that makes you comfortable..." he said.
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Finni swallowed, nodding. How stupid was he? Who would force someone to bring something to place on their desk? He must have been too tired to think. No, you're nervous, a voice in his head said. "So what exactly do you want me to do?"
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