( marc receives the message, reads the message, and then promptly ignores the message because what does he say to that? 'fuck'? as in for fuck's sake—. it couldn't, precisely, be a whole lot worse than some of their interactions have been, but—.
[He really ought to explain what his plan is, so Marc knows that a) it'll be relatively quick, hopefully, and b) what is and is not required of him. But like, jesus, it's already fucking weird enough, right?? Is the sentence "just sit somewhere and let me suck your dick and leave" really going to make it better?]
I don't think so
I mean normally at this point I have a whole, like, script I go through but we're not really planning on making this a habit, so
Thank you, though. For not just letting me fail quota
If you think of anything between now and then, just let me know.
( skipping past the 'not making it a habit' comment because one, marc agrees; two, scripts — or at least, details of what is and isn't okay is probably a good idea marc's not about to follow at all; and three, there's a joke to be made there, but one that'd probably not be all that appreciated.
Look quota doesn't require both people to orgasm and not to brag or anything but apparently I'm really good at blowjobs so that's probably the easiest option
You literally just have to bring yourself and your dick
This isn't gonna be any less fucking awkward because I told you
I guess to be fair to myself I couldn't really think of a way to say it that wasn't painfully weird but it turns out just typing that text with my eyes closed and sending it was fine-ish
And it's not more awkward than 'I got your name for quota'.
I'll be there at 9.
( and he is. because of the nature of what it is, where it is, it's one of the few times marc doesn't bother with his usual attire of: white suit, moon details. he's dressed instead in the sort of clothes he'd chosen to wear before moon knight, before dying, before all of that — a black turtleneck (no jacket), loose beige chinos, and black boots. no-one, certainly not marc himself, would ever have accused him of being particularly fashionable.
he doesn't know if he's supposed to ask for quentin or if he should just wait, or if he should ask about the back rooms, and so he takes a seat and opts for the middle option.
he doesn't think he's been to the neptune since their first meeting, the one that'd been such a disaster, and it hits marc quite suddenly that, if quentin had wanted this to be anything other than awkward, an alternate venue probably would've been the better shout.
still, he's here now, and at least this time he knows who he's looking out for. )
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god. )
Great.
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Look this doesn't have to be weird or anything we can just do something and never speak of it again
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( but it's still going to be weird. )
So how do you want this to work?
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[This way no one's living space has to be Made Weird.]
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( like, ultimately he has no horse in this race in terms of whether the neptune would be weird or not, but
marc would not choose to do it at his place of work, is what he means. )
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Also I know what's happened in those rooms and honestly? This is not worse
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Fine. The Neptune.
Doesn't make any odds to me.
Anything to know beyond that?
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I don't think so
I mean normally at this point I have a whole, like, script I go through but we're not really planning on making this a habit, so
Thank you, though. For not just letting me fail quota
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( skipping past the 'not making it a habit' comment because one, marc agrees; two, scripts — or at least, details of what is and isn't okay is probably a good idea marc's not about to follow at all; and three, there's a joke to be made there, but one that'd probably not be all that appreciated.
instead— )
That'd make me a whole different kind of asshole.
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When are you free?
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Just don't make it during daylight hours, please.
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[you sure don't]
Tonight, then? 9?
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I don't date.
Tonight works. I'll be there.
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Okay
You don't have to do anything I have a plan
[would you like to guess how quentin's plans usually go]
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( no, wait, he doesn't like the second part of that—. )
I don't like surprises, Quentin. We've had this conversation.
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'you don't have to do anything, I have a plan.'
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Look quota doesn't require both people to orgasm and not to brag or anything but apparently I'm really good at blowjobs so that's probably the easiest option
You literally just have to bring yourself and your dick
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That's not something you needed to be coy about.
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I guess to be fair to myself I couldn't really think of a way to say it that wasn't painfully weird but it turns out just typing that text with my eyes closed and sending it was fine-ish
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I'll be there at 9.
( and he is. because of the nature of what it is, where it is, it's one of the few times marc doesn't bother with his usual attire of: white suit, moon details. he's dressed instead in the sort of clothes he'd chosen to wear before moon knight, before dying, before all of that — a black turtleneck (no jacket), loose beige chinos, and black boots. no-one, certainly not marc himself, would ever have accused him of being particularly fashionable.
he doesn't know if he's supposed to ask for quentin or if he should just wait, or if he should ask about the back rooms, and so he takes a seat and opts for the middle option.
he doesn't think he's been to the neptune since their first meeting, the one that'd been such a disaster, and it hits marc quite suddenly that, if quentin had wanted this to be anything other than awkward, an alternate venue probably would've been the better shout.
still, he's here now, and at least this time he knows who he's looking out for. )
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