Let's rock this joint!

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❤️send to have a romantic ship with my muse 🖤send to have a toxic ship with my muse 💛send to have a platonic ship with my muse 💚send to have a friends with benefits ship with my muse 💙send to have a partnership with my muse 💜send to have a love/hate relationship with my muse 💖send to have a past romance with my muse 💔send for a slow burn romance with my muse 💕send to have a family type relationship with my muse

"Can't miss it!"

"I look forward to that night," he added when he parted from the kiss.

She smiled faintly as she hooked her elbow around his arm to allow him to lead her to where the drinks could be obtained. "It's my first time in New York City. It's so different from Japan or the places in Europe I've been."

"Japan, huh? Must be nice! I don't know many words aside from 'konnichiwa' or 'arigato', sadly. But I hope your time here's been good!" He could feel Honey pressing against him, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy feeling her curves squished against him. "The name's Rod. It's noce to meet you, Honey!"

"You're quite the charmer~" She leaned close to his arm. "Are you busy? Or maybe you have time to show a girl just visiting this country for a few days where she could get a good drink?" Her English was very good though had the softest of Japanese accents, and her dress was scandalously low and short but exceedingly stylish.

"Oh, I can show you around, no problem!" Rod couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her. She was every bit the gorgeous bomshell she appeared the be. He couldn't quite make out her accent; somewhere from Asia, that much he knew. "So, where ya from? Obviously not around here."

"Been going downhill since I made someone a gift and had it rejected right in my face..."

He looked over at her. "I'm sorry for what happened to you, though, truly. If I can help in any way, you can rest assured you have me as an ally and a friend."

"I'm trying. I really am. Shit is just hard today."

"While I'm not one for hugs, I can at least offer an ear to hear what ails you," the robotic tones of Upgrade would sound out. He moved to sit down close by. "Tell me, Iggy, what troubles you?"

Send ❓ for a different dynamic - and tell me more about it!

"So... My name is Theodora Arcanus-Custos. Thea, though if you will. I was engaged to another goetia some years ago and he went missing. I recently heard of someone saying... a male goetia had been killed by one of your guns. I came to seek information... and hope that is not true, or at least not the goetia I seek."

Rod pocketed the bullet. "As for someone usin' a gun to go after a Goetian...." He shrugged. "I dunno. What people do with the guns they buy from me is their business. I don't keep track of what they do once they leave, unless it's somethin' that directly affects me an' my store. But I can tell you this: if they bought a gun from me, then they got angelic ammo from somewhere else. I've got enough to fill my personal stash, but none of it goes into the stuff I sell."

"I'm sure it will... Where would you like to pick me up?" he asked. "Did you have a preference? I can give you our address. I feel like that could be best, it'll give me a chance to get ready."

"That works for me. Makes it easier for me," he said. He'd hand Mox a piece of paper with a pen. "Here, write it down. I'll hold onto it in my wallet so I won't forget it."