daemon: junod, video.

[money]

( be well, xistentia! and enjoy the look of a handsome man lighting up your daemon screens, well-dressed by the looks of it, and certainly not missing an accessory here or there. from the silver in his ears down to the intricate locks of rings around his fingers, this man seems to be the very epitome of fashion — from somewhere, at least. nonetheless, he radiates confidence, with a sly smile that seems to know something you, specifically, don't but — what he knows, or if he really knows anything at all, remains to be seen.

waggling his fingers, )

Hello and a very warm greeting to you, Xistentia! My name is Colton. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner, but I was a touch distracted, what with the war and whatnot. Such terrible times. And a terrible welcome party, for me!

Allow me the chance to sweeten some welcome for all of us newcomers, hm? Myself and resident Juno Steel will be hosting a party in the following weeks in a ... ah, 'get to know the neighborhood' type vein. It's also a rather poor excuse to gather a launch party for my lingerie store, Pulsar, which will be up and rising soon enough.

Hope to see you all there! Do give us a mention if you plan on coming, yes? I've promised to go live in the mountains and never show my face again if no one attends, no pressure to all of you, of course. ( and just before he says goodbye, ) Did I mention dress-up is necessary? I certainly hope I did. Bring me your best, Xistentia, I expect no less!

Ta!

Comments

[money]

Did you expect any different?

[monologue]

Just never seen you with one before so I gotta wonder what it looks like. Maybe you'll get some birds to nest in it. Next hot trend.

[money]

If you dig in my pockets, I'm sure you'll find a dove or two.

[monologue]

Is there anything you don't have in those pockets???

Poor birds. Though I guess they can eat the bar nuts you had in your pockets the last time I ended up looking.

[money]

I have more not in my pockets then in them.

Feel free to go searching for them anytime you'd like. I have no secrets.
:)

[monologue]

That just makes my head hurt.

No thanks, did it twice, found a lot of really crappy doodles and half of a sat-on sandwich. Don't need to do it again if the rest the stuff you haul around is always gonna be like that.

[money]

There's no need to insult my doodles. ( hmph!!!! )

[monologue]

C+ doodles.

B- on the one of the party.

[money]

I imagine you could do better, then?

[monologue]

Probably not, but I'm a connoisseur and collector of bad art.

[money]

If you want me to doodle your portrait, you need only ask, Juno.

[monologue]

Sounds like a commission that's outta my price range.

[money]

Take me out tonight and we can call it even.

[monologue]

[ did you just



he's not saying no. ]

Where do you wanna go?

[money]

Shopping. Know any good stores?

[monologue]

Bars count, right?

[money]

They don't, but a bar will be a suitable finale, I think. I need shoes first.

[monologue]

Well, we'll have a look around for those to start then.

Are we looking for like

Practical shoes or...?

[ juno... ]

[money]

Practical, yes. A good pair of heels will do nicely.

Perhaps we'll pick up a pair for you while we're there. Yes, I can picture it now.

[monologue]

[ he's zero surprised by that response. ]

Does the picture look something like "I don't actually need a new pair of heels"? Because that's pretty much what I'm seeing.

[money]

No, you must not be looking hard enough. Pick me up soon.

[monologue]

I think I'm looking plenty hard.

Bossy.

[money]

Ah, but you like when I'm bossy.

Come come, Juno! Time is wasting!

[monologue]

Making an awfully big assumption there, Colton.

[ that name sounds. really douchey holy shit. makes a mental note to try to make fun of him for it later ]

On my way.

[ and u let me know if u wanna do some action in here or in an inbox or somewhere else xoxo ]

boops to continue here.

[money]

And right all the same, hm?

( regardless of whenever juno shows up at temporary house peter has commanded, the door opens before he has the chance to knock, peter in the doorframe with all the majesty of a spoiled housecat, bedecked in head to toe black with the little accents of silver glittering throughout. he turns a pleasant grin to juno, head tilted, and

when he steps outside, his shoes seem very new, shiny black heels with red bottoms. new. or very well taken care of, at least. )

Come along, dear detective. Time is money.