Crafty Crafty
04-30-2020, 04:19 PM
"Ah, Amadeus, you clumsy shit," Jupiter murmured as he watched the barbed wire coil disappear down the stone crack. His companion had been bringing him the bit of metal for the bracer he was working on when his hind paws had gotten tangled in the gnarly stuff and sent him tumbling to the ground. There, the coil had acted like a spring and in comedic fashion it had bounced and then slow mo rolled towards the narrow chasm. Both Jupiter and Amadeus had lunged for it, but alas, their rescue wasn't meant to be. The slim coil disappeared over the edge just as Jupiter's jaws closed over top of it. He missed it by a fraction. Unwilling to give up so easily, Jupiter slammed his face down after it, but even up to his eyeballs in stony chasm he couldn't reach. Hell, he couldn't even find it. The wire was just gone; eaten by the earth. Fawk.
Jupiter huffed and eyed the naked leather bracer. His precious uncle Tyrian had come home one day with a pair of leather battle bracers strapped to his forearms and Jupiter had been jealous from that moment on. He'd begged and pestered and heckled until finally Tyrian had loaned him one to make a copy of, and then he'd spent the next several weeks tinkering with leather trying to get the design right. He'd made copy after copy and now he had a truckload. Most he would sell, but the best two he was keeping for himself. Right now he was in the badass-ify stage of finishing them. Right now they were just leather bracers; nothing special. How sick would they look wrapped in barbed wire?
It was a shame then that Amadeus had to ruin his plans by being clumsy. He side-eyed the little tamarin, who crossed his arms and gave him a look that was a clear dare. Instead of saying anything Jupiter just sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. It was then he noticed a familiar pale gold form. A sly smile slowly blossomed on his lips. The beautiful man was even carrying what looked like a makeshift leather bag out of which poked and clinked metal odds and ends. "Ah, Aureus, my man. You are a sight for sore eyes." He bumped the pile of nearly complete bracers at his paws and called, "I have a deal for you, if you're interested. You let me look at what you've got there, and if any of those pieces will look good on these bracers, I'll trade you a pair for them. How does that sound, eh?"
WC: 435
Jupiter huffed and eyed the naked leather bracer. His precious uncle Tyrian had come home one day with a pair of leather battle bracers strapped to his forearms and Jupiter had been jealous from that moment on. He'd begged and pestered and heckled until finally Tyrian had loaned him one to make a copy of, and then he'd spent the next several weeks tinkering with leather trying to get the design right. He'd made copy after copy and now he had a truckload. Most he would sell, but the best two he was keeping for himself. Right now he was in the badass-ify stage of finishing them. Right now they were just leather bracers; nothing special. How sick would they look wrapped in barbed wire?
It was a shame then that Amadeus had to ruin his plans by being clumsy. He side-eyed the little tamarin, who crossed his arms and gave him a look that was a clear dare. Instead of saying anything Jupiter just sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. It was then he noticed a familiar pale gold form. A sly smile slowly blossomed on his lips. The beautiful man was even carrying what looked like a makeshift leather bag out of which poked and clinked metal odds and ends. "Ah, Aureus, my man. You are a sight for sore eyes." He bumped the pile of nearly complete bracers at his paws and called, "I have a deal for you, if you're interested. You let me look at what you've got there, and if any of those pieces will look good on these bracers, I'll trade you a pair for them. How does that sound, eh?"
WC: 435
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NOTE: this character is pretty on the outside but nothing but ugliness and innuendo on the inside. It's best to consider all threads with him rated 'M' regardless of the official tags.