#dxdxria

    -- It wasn’t that Salza was completely apathetic to the words thrown at him, the rumors that would find themselves surfacing every few months or so, or perhaps even the hateful scowls that he’d occasionally get from his superiors-- but for the most part, it was easy for him to be able to block them out. He was always rather smug, self-assured, and strong enough on his own to take on most who thought it would be... Humorous to challenge him. In the case of being tormented by his superiors, however-- it was a different story.

    They were much larger than him, each with a power level much higher than Salza’s-- to fight them would easily get him into trouble, or worse, they could easily kill him.     It was far from hard to back him into a corner, mocking him with vulgar words and grasping for his body, Salza tense enough that he dared not move.

    Before he knew it, however, one had been pulled off of him, choked out with ease by the massive fist of an all-too familiar figure, and thus-- a surprised gasp is choked out of the young Brench.

    Hardly had he been paying attention to his surroundings. Sure, it was one of their slower weeks-- stationed on some distant, rather beautiful planet while they awaited orders-- thus, they had plenty of free time to kill, Zarbon sticking beside Zarbon if only because he was the only other man he was familiar with; someone he was far from bored by.

    His eyes are shut, taking in the fresh air and slight breeze, one leg crossed atop the other-- it almost seemed as if in his peace, Zarbon could take a nap right there. It is only when Dodoria speaks that he opens his eyes, slowly turning to where the other had gestured.

    ... Certainly not. Without even batting an eyelash, Zarbon could think of a whole list of names of people who would want nothing more than to pin him to a bed, to feel him in a way only a lover should know. Yet, to hear such a thing from someone so... Close to him was... Unexpected. Of course, he would expect that his coworkers were attracted to him, but it was far from a societal norm to admit it. 

    Was this uncomfortable? Zarbon was uncertain.     ❛ No, I definitely cannot say you are. Much less, am I surprised, ❜ still, he doesn’t look at Dodoria. 

     ❝ huh? i remember you.. you were on namek right, with frieza and his men? sorry i don’t think i ever got your name. ❞

@dxdxria / to confess sexual attraction to my muse

    There is a long, seemingly unending silence as Zarbon stares at his teammate-- almost as if he is at a complete loss for words. Easily, it was something he figured, but at the same time, Dodoria was much too stubborn to admit such things. Or so Zarbon thought.

   ❛ ... Well of course, ❜ Zarbon responds, voice as smooth and eloquent as ever, though, he looks away, off to the side, somewhere, at something-- anything other than Dodoria. Something unusual for the likes of himself.