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nothing has protected me more than anger.

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It's done. I am no longer your dentist. Got to keep the dentist sign though so I'm still your dentist in your hearts :]

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LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS dir. frank oz

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At last! He had finally secured the prize he'd already told himself was his. Though, Orin was at least smart enough to not say as much out loud. It had taken him enough effort to finally get her to come out and say she wanted to come back to his place, and he didn't want to ruin it by getting too ahead of himself. He didn't know if he had the energy to go through this whole song and dance again with someone else all over again...and besides, he'd gotten rather attached to Laelia, Or at least, as attached as he could get...attached to the idea of her.

But mostly he was attached to the idea of getting off tonight, preferably as soon as possible.

"I was starting to think you were gonna make me wait forever," Orin replied, deciding it was his turn to tease, though he had already nearly hopped off the stool he'd been sitting on. He could already feel his heart starting to race with renewed excitement knowing how close he was to his goal. "But don't you worry, I won't hold it against ya, especially when I've got plenty of other things I'd like to hold onto tonight."

He quickly placed some cash on the bar, more than enough to cover everything and with a healthy tip before he started heading for the door, even going so far as to hold it open for Laelia.

He may not have been any sort of actual gentleman, but he knew how to play the part here and there when it suited him and his motivations. Of course, that didn't stop him from giving his new friend a less than innocent smirk as he said "Ladies first".

Interesting. Did he think she had been serious about calling him humble, too? Laelia couldn't help the grin that overtook her features. Figured he'd rather be a rat than a mouse. Come to think of it, she supposed so would she, if those were her only options.

"I'm just teasing. There's nothing mousy about you, darling," she assured him. "Or humble, for that matter."

Orin's hand on hers sent a pleasant spark through her, and she returned his smile, leisurely. Her gaze lingered on his mouth as she licked her lips, watching him the way a cat watches a mouse. Or an ambitious cat a rat... With an appetite.

She liked having him close, wanted him closer, pressed up against her, but the tension between them just then was far too delicious to break.

Instead, she let his question hang in the air unanswered before making a show of leaning in to whisper in his ear, purely for her own enjoyment and to one-up Orin.

"I do." Laelia pulled away just enough to look at him. She supposed she had tormented him enough for now, and there was always later. "Let's get out of here." With that, she moved to grab her purse and jacket, what was left of her drink long forgotten.

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Worked on replies today, and turned on the TV just now, and guess what's on....

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new production stills of jinkx and corbin bleu in little shop! courtesy of evan zimmerman

just in time for the solar eclipse today ☀️🌑 (pay no mind to any strange and interesting plants you may encounter)

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the horrors of the little shop or smth like that

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This guy seemed nice, which was annoying. Not that Orin ever really needed any excuse to give someone an attitude, but it did make the whole exchange a lot easier. Fortunately, this stranger being associated at all with faith and religion was more than enough for Orin to work with.

Orin rolled his eyes at that particular line...everyone was welcome. None of these guys had any original material did they? He supposed that made sense given the whole shared belief system thing, but that didn't stop it from sounding tired and overdone to the dentist's ears. How many of them truly believed that? He could think of plenty of people most churches would be less than pleased to have inside them, himself included.

"Trust me, there's never anything on my mind, puppy-dog," Orin shrugged, lazily pointing to the man's collar. He wasn't quite amped up enough just yet to be on his absolute worst behavior, but he was still far away from anything that may have been understood as respect. Certainly not enough respect for him to even consider being truthful because there was plenty on his mind.

Just being back in a church was enough to put him on edge. It was a different kind of thrill than he usually sought out but one nonetheless.

Taking a few steps closer, he gave the man a more thorough once over, letting his gaze linger for a bit too long and too intensely on the other's face. Of he wasn't careful, the other might have had an opportunity to see something other than disdain in that look. "But yeah, I'll stick around...woulda thought dusting would be a lil bit below your station, but what do I know?"

His presence is announced not so much by the sound of footsteps, but of fumbling. He's new here and not quite accustomed to the layout— so he keeps bumping into things.

Simon's always been like that though, not the most spatially aware person. Thankfully for him, it's not so much a sin as it is an annoyance for anyone who's trying to have a little peace and quiet. "Apologies." He says it brightly enough, any embarrassment over his tripping just rolling off him.

To anyone else, he probably still looked like a choir boy— the only indication he was anything else being the dog collar and the faint crease around the eyes. Either he's older than he looks or he smiles too often.

"Oh, n—no." His head shakes immediately. "It's not...you're fine. Everyone's welcome here." Even in the off hours. It's not like he'd accidentally walk in on anything scandalous— not much happens here outside of Sundays minus the odd confession or community event.

He's not even in his robes now, just black slacks that are a bit too short around the ankle for his lanky frame and a black shirt that seemed one size too big. "I mean, I was gonna do a bit of, um, dusting so...if you wanna stick around while I do that, that's okay." Head tilts. "Unless there's...something on your mind, of course."

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"Try to Guess What Kinks My Muse Has" memes are fun, but damn, I think we all know what Orin is about. The man has never been subtle in his life.

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Orin could feel his eyebrows raising skeptically as the other guy stumbled over his words, though he was only really dimly aware of what was being said. The words themselves didn't matter that much to him anyway, so it was no real loss. What was the most satisfying was the way they were said...small, nervous, clearing backing down in the presence of a superior personality...exactly what Orin had been hoping for. The little guy didn't have much going for him, but at least, it seemed he wasn't completely stupid.

"That's what I thought," Orin replied, giving a broad but unfriendly smile in return to the customer-service grin that was offered. He hadn't forgotten Seymour's initial tone, but he'd play nice just so long as he got exactly what he wanted.

And he always got what he wanted, so there shouldn't have been any problems whatsoever between them for the remainder of this interaction. Orin was fully convinced of that anyway.

Of course, now he had to once again remember what he'd come in here for, and his expression fell once more as he turned to look at the pitiful offerings on display. He was sure any other place would have a better selection, but he was far from being in the state of mind where he was going to seek out anything besides the first place that came to mind.

"Looking for a bouquet...nothing too big, but it looks like that won't be a problem," he continued, tilting his head slightly back in the other's direction. "You got any suggestions?"

Seymour felt awfully small beneath the taller man's gaze, and even smaller under the heavy feeling that the cold tone of Orin's words seemed to put out into the air. Despite the danger that this man's very presence seemed to carry, a customer was still a customer— the shop was still desperate for any money it could manage to make, and Mr. Mushnik would surely have his head if he learned that he had refused a sale because of... what was it exactly? Fear? ...Spite?

So, closing time be damned, he supposed that helping Orin was the best option, or potentially the only option, he had.

"...U-um...no..." he answered meekly, staring down at his feet. He stiffened and looked back up a fraction of a second later, immediately realizing how his response might've potentially been misconstrued. "...Er, actually, yes! I—I mean, yes! Y-yes, y-your money is g-good enough, yeah..." he spoke quickly, nodding vigorously in an effort to emphasize and further clarify his point.

He attempted to force a small, placating smile onto his face, although it came out looking more like a grimace at his own social ineptitude than anything. He wrung his hands together, finding his palms now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"...So...uh...wh-what did you need, exactly...?"

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doing drugs intuitively

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She seemed nervous, maybe even a little panicked....it was exactly the sort of reaction Orin had been hoping for. Few things put his mind at ease like seeing Audrey in this sort of state. It was a comfort to know that even when he was feeling out of sorts that he was still the one in control here.

In all honesty, there wasn't any reason for Audrey to worry...not in this exact moment anyway. For the time being, Orin was just happy to torment her with what he could say to her rather than what he could do to her. This, however, was less to do with him having any faith in her and more to do with a firmly held belief in himself. There was no way Audrey would be seeing anyone else when she had him. He was the best a girl like her, or any girl if you asked him, was gonna get.

But it was still so much more fun to make her scramble to find just the right words to placate a threat that wasn't even all that imminent.

"Oh, I don't know..." Orin replied, letting his words come out nice and slow, dragging out the moment as much as he could. As far as he knew Audrey didn't exactly have time to be socializing with other men, so he needed to really think hard, quite a trial for him, in order to remember who exactly he could pin this onto. Seymour didn't even come up initially, to Orin's mind that little fella was little more than a blip on his radar, but who else was there? The cranky old guy who ran the shop? Neither of them registered as any kind of a threat, but Orin supposed he had to pick one of them to keep the game going. "Just that sometimes when I come to pick you up for our dates I see you talkin' to that that little what's-his-name coworker of yours...you two seem real fond of each other."

Audrey fought hard to keep her heart from sinking because he was right. She would be nowhere. She’d have no apartment, she’d have to go back to a job that exploited her and that she hated, and even then it was likely she wouldn’t be able to get by. How long would she be able to keep that life up without people finding out? If they did, then she’d be left with no one. But it shouldn’t upset her that she depended on him so much, should it? After all, he was her boyfriend and it showed he cared about her. She should be grateful for all the things he did for her, and grateful he’d stuck around this long. So why did her stomach feel like a pit?

His next words sent Audrey plummeting straight into that pit. “Anotha’ guy?” She turned her wide pleading eyes to his. Please don’t do this. Please don’t make something out of nothing. “What..what makes you think that?” She racked her brain, trying to see if there was somewhere that he was pulling this from. The only other guys she spent a substantial amount of time with were her boss and…Seymour.

Her heart beat faster.

But she wasn’t into Seymour! He was just a good friend, a coworker. Sure, she cared about him, she liked spending time with him, and she felt good being with him, and sure, she daydreamed about him every now and then…but she wasn’t cheating on her boyfriend with him! She didn’t dare mention his name though, least give Orin anything to incriminate her with.

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Matthew McNulty by Natasha Pszenicki

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wait i can abuse substances instead of feeling things

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Audrey in red for anonymous

(1986) Little Shop Of Horrors

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𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

tagged by: Nobody, it's just been a bit since I did one of these

tagging: Take it from me, I don't care

alias / name: Ace or Lyka birthday: December 19th zodiac sign: Sagittarius height: About 5'4" hobbies: That implies I do things, which I don't. In theory I like reading, writing, and drawing. I also like to take walks, and in true NJ fashion, I'm occasionally a bit of a mall rat favorite color: Blues, Greens, Teals, Reds, Greys... favorite book: I'm not sure I have a single favorite book. Different books speak to me at different times. last song: Soulmate - Lizzo last film / show: Dogma. On a little bit of a Kevin Smith kick inspiration: Friends, if I knew what inspired me then my output would surely be far greater than this, don't you think? But honestly? I get inspired by music and also just things I do and see in the real world give me ideas. story behind url: It's just a misspelling of Orin's last name lol Or well, sory of. Since his actual last name is taken as a url by someone else I picked one that's very visually similar fun fact about me: I was born in the same hospital as Bruce Springsteen. Idk if that's totally fun, but well, now you know. Truthfully, I'm kinda uninteresting, and I like it that way.

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i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.