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OWEN SHAW | 35

Born and raised in London, resident of the world. Any more personal information given only to those willing to ask for it.

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"This is Shaw. Leave your message, get back to you once I can."

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[wont_be_me]

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Anything I ask? That's a bold promise.

[badluckwithplanes]

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[Well, he's not one to hold a grudge. Or whatever emotion he should rightly have regarding her at this point. Calculated wariness? Nah. Not his style.]

Never made any promises as to my answers, mind. But by all means ask away. We'll see what happens.

[wont_be_me]

You'd lie to me? I'm wounded :)

[ She only uses that smily face when she's being a bitch.... ]

[badluckwithplanes]

Are you? Good. I wasn't sure whether or not I succeeded in breaking skin.

[Does it make him a control freak that he wanted to leave marks on her skin for days? Probably.

Does he care? Probably not.]

You're the clever type. You that worried I'll be able to pull the wool over your eyes? Think of it like a game then. Ask what you will, see if I give you a straight answer, then see if you believe whether or not it's real.

[wont_be_me]

So you hold all the cards, and I play in to your vanity by pretending to care what's on the other side of them? Is that the game?

[assholic]

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Don't you have to be less anal retentive to be on this thing?

[badluckwithplanes]

I can't tell if you're trying to make a poor joke about "anal" or what.

[assholic]

If I was going that way, it'd be more about how gapingly anal you are.

[badluckwithplanes]

So I'm going to save us both some time right here.

I'm bisexual. Yes, men have fucked me before. No, I'm not ashamed of that. Stop trying to strike a note of panic in me on a chord that doesn't exist. What does it say about you that implying that about a bloke you barely know seems your go-to insult?

[fourthwalled]

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['Any more personal information given only to those willing to ask for it'? Wade's perfectly willing to ask a lot!]

So, how big's your penis?

[badluckwithplanes]

About 18 centimeters, give or take.

[Yawn. What is this, amateur hour?]

[fourthwalled]

[Fine! He'll think of a better question then! God! Some people.] Nice. Using metric. I like it. Mines the same actually. Twinsies!
Okay, next question-

Marry, Fuck, Kill. The Golden Girls: Dorothy, Rose, and Blanche? [You've made him pull out the big guns, now!]

[badluckwithplanes]

What's the Golden Girls?

Do you mean the show on telly? Never watched it.

[hjack69]

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Dunno what or where the hell London is, but I'm interested. Got an accent?

[ Also there's a shirtless pic attached? Nobody around here is really using Space Tinder to its full potential, okay, he's fighting the good fight. Ignore the old bullet wounds, it's probably fine. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

[The mask is jarring enough he refrains from giving a check in kind, right away. But he's intrigued enough he'll hold off on the x, for now. Point for Jack, one supposes?]

Of course I don't have an accent: everyone else does.

[He's a wit, to be sure. But hey if they're trading shirtless pictures he shrugs and responds in kind.]

[hjack69]

[ If the mask is distracting, the scars are probably equally so - Jack keeps forgetting that most people here don't get shot at on the regular, so the old bullet wounds and knife scars are fully visible. ]

What, I don't get a checkmark? Talk about cold. Some people would kill for a shirtless pic of me.

[badluckwithplanes]

I'm undecided. You wear your battle scars well, I'll give you that.

[dyingstar]

Shaw, the chip in my brain is broken. I can't send anyone messages.

[ Wait, he... Just did. ]

Oh.

I'm fine now. Thank you for worrying.

[badluckwithplanes]

Well that's one way to get somebody's attention.

Flattering to know you're thinking of me though.

this got NSFW fast my bad

[dyingstar]

Of course. After being abandoned on that beach a few nights ago, how could I not think of you?

[ To be fair, he's only contacting Shaw now, rather than just thinking about him, because he's one of Thor's few friends not to have gone on that volunteer mission, and Thor's worried about all of them, and frustrated that he isn't allowed to go, and Shaw seems like the perfect person to commiserate with.

Commiserate may be a euphemism for "fuck" in this case. ]

I haven't yet seen you naked and covered in my cum. You left me with a lot to think about.

like I'd have it any other way

[badluckwithplanes]

[Jesus christ, Thor. And to think he's been moving on people fast enough these days at times he feels a bit like a pervert.

He wishes he had a good response to that, something clever and superior. But he can still remember what Thor offered him all too clearly and it makes it hard to think. Not to mention he's basically promised Matt he's going to make it with Thor so they can compare notes after.]

Yeah. You're not the only one.

[howbraveyouare]

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How about that drink?

[badluckwithplanes]

You move quickly. Always a reliable way to hold my interest.

[howbraveyouare]

Why waste time?

[badluckwithplanes]

Why, indeed.

Did you want to meet in the pub at the inn, or did you have something different in mind?