"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
It is worth considering, but not worth leaping upon without proper forethought. There is much more than mere funding to concern ourselves with.
[Hades finds himself glancing at Hythlodaeus' phone, before looking at his friend once again.]
...Putting out such a public admittance to your unique tastes might not be a good idea, either. I do understand the need to scratch the itch, well do I know it, but...
[He closes his eyes for a second, mulling some ideas over as he tilts his head one way, and then the other, before settling with his head tilted to the left. When he opens his eyes, they're left in a squint as he regards Hythlodaeus.]
Perhaps the app is the best course. Though, I suppose technically both would give you the widest net...
Unless that net can be used against the fisherman. One does not merely cast all willy-nilly, such is a fool's errand.
[He sighs, however. While this world has fair proven itself not near as violent and hateful as that which their own has become, he cannot help but wonder the reactions Hythlodaeus may receive.]
Indeed does this world's morality leave one wanting, little does this mean you can be so blatant with such intent. Still, these mortals would pretend to honor morals, and some would defy these morals with their actions, while still claiming to uphold them.
[Which is...still rather vague. He stares at Hythlodaeus for a long moment, before shifting his hand from his chin, to rub at his eyes.]
What I mean to say is thus: I worry you might find the wrong sorts, those who wish little to engage equally in that which you desire, but rather wish to bring harm to one with such...unique tastes. Mortals look for aught they can to fuel their hatred, it is like a drug to them. Addictive and destructive, yet they refuse to see it for what it is.
[He admits freely, letting the worry tinge his voice.]
We need not fear death, since living is rather inescapable by our captor's design, but I would not have you...shamed, nor mocked...ridiculed. I know you are not a sensitive man to such barbs, but a man seeking his needs should not be met with cruelty. Yet, he should not be denied, either.
[How...vexing. Sliding his hand to his cheek, he rests upon it once more, staring at Hythlodaeus with a frown.]
All I ask is that you be careful. Think this through, and do naught rash.
I fear that this place is much too unpredictable to account for such. Each... Event comes at me, quickly, often without warning... Besides that, I've not yet decided if I should calibrate my expectations more to all being destroyed or intact.
There is a bit too much conflicting data for my tastes! Should consequences matter if the world shall be broken apart in a few short years?
[Oops, this conversation got too big, too heavy all of a sudden...]
I'll be careful. [He adds, trying to emphasize in the sort of way to differentiate it from an afterthought. He begins to sketch.]
There is an outfit for every occasion here, it seems... What should a man here wear for this particular occasion?
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[Hades finds himself glancing at Hythlodaeus' phone, before looking at his friend once again.]
...Putting out such a public admittance to your unique tastes might not be a good idea, either. I do understand the need to scratch the itch, well do I know it, but...
[He closes his eyes for a second, mulling some ideas over as he tilts his head one way, and then the other, before settling with his head tilted to the left. When he opens his eyes, they're left in a squint as he regards Hythlodaeus.]
Perhaps the app is the best course. Though, I suppose technically both would give you the widest net...
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[He sets down his phone and takes up his sketch pad.]
Tell me of your concerns. Perhaps I misunderstand this society, as entrenched in faulty morality as it is. Would I truly suffer any consequences?
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[He sighs, however. While this world has fair proven itself not near as violent and hateful as that which their own has become, he cannot help but wonder the reactions Hythlodaeus may receive.]
Indeed does this world's morality leave one wanting, little does this mean you can be so blatant with such intent. Still, these mortals would pretend to honor morals, and some would defy these morals with their actions, while still claiming to uphold them.
[Which is...still rather vague. He stares at Hythlodaeus for a long moment, before shifting his hand from his chin, to rub at his eyes.]
What I mean to say is thus: I worry you might find the wrong sorts, those who wish little to engage equally in that which you desire, but rather wish to bring harm to one with such...unique tastes. Mortals look for aught they can to fuel their hatred, it is like a drug to them. Addictive and destructive, yet they refuse to see it for what it is.
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[He asks earnestly as his eyes fall to his own hands though they remain still on the page.]
I suppose I may measure that risk against the slow boil that has begun within my soul.
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[He admits freely, letting the worry tinge his voice.]
We need not fear death, since living is rather inescapable by our captor's design, but I would not have you...shamed, nor mocked...ridiculed. I know you are not a sensitive man to such barbs, but a man seeking his needs should not be met with cruelty. Yet, he should not be denied, either.
[How...vexing. Sliding his hand to his cheek, he rests upon it once more, staring at Hythlodaeus with a frown.]
All I ask is that you be careful. Think this through, and do naught rash.
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There is a bit too much conflicting data for my tastes! Should consequences matter if the world shall be broken apart in a few short years?
[Oops, this conversation got too big, too heavy all of a sudden...]
I'll be careful. [He adds, trying to emphasize in the sort of way to differentiate it from an afterthought. He begins to sketch.]
There is an outfit for every occasion here, it seems... What should a man here wear for this particular occasion?