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Hirsch let out a low, long chuckle. "...Perhaps I will tell you...later," he crooned, giving Vince a sweet sort of sideways glance. "For now, I rather like seeing that expression on your face...it's cute." He rested his hands in his lap, suddenly looking all about business. "Shall we get some planning done?"
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Vince looked completely lost and taken aback. This man was toying with him…teasing him, testing him or something. No one had called a Nestoris cute for as far back as Vincent could remember. “I…yes…I…could contact my sister…she would be willing to send someone over to handle it…” His voice cracked in nervousness, and his eyes flittered to Hirsh‘s face quickly, looking for a sign that the male was indeed mocking him. “Perhaps…we should discuss this payment as well? Uh, when would you want to…” He was turning red again, and could feel his cheeks heating up. “Receive it?” He wanted all the details figured out, and have enough time to prepare himself. It would be very different, to be with a male. Would he even like it? |
Hirsch was not mocking him. He did indeed find Vincent quite attractive, and 'cute' in a sense...as hard as that was for the other male to believe. He had a pleasant grin on his face. "That's good. I would contact her as soon as you possibly can. Even if everything doesn't work out in the end, at least you'll have some evidence to go on," he reasoned, pointedly.
Hirsch's grin widened broadly when the blush returned to Vince's cheeks. "Any time in the next three days would work for me...I am not usually a picky man..." he explained, his voice low and deliberately enticing. ((I might have to get off to hop in the shower soon, and I have a project to do for school tonight, so forgive me if my replies are slow. ^^)) |
The Greek man nodded, “If I could use a phone or a computer tomorrow, I could contact her..,.I would tonight, but it’s rather late and might be noticed…” His voice faded off, and he found himself licking his lips, staring at Hirsh. After another moment, he realized what he was doing, and glanced away quickly. Attempting to keep his tone professional, Vince continued speaking, “I…uhm…tonight? We can get that out of the way, and be able to focus on planning more…” Though to be honest, he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to focus if he did like it. On the upside, perhaps Herr Hirsh would stop acting so strange. |
Hirsch had leaned forward as soon as Vince had licked his lips, intending to call him out on it. But he found his semi-professional stuttering even more rewarding than what he had been planning to say, so he just sat back and grinned. His grin was predatory, almost. "I have a computer and several phones you may use," Hirsch replied, his tone still rather teasing and alluring. It was on purpose." He chuckled softly. "Tonight is fine. Though if you want to plan now, that would be fine, as well..."
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(Sorry, last response. XD That’s fine…I’d hopped off for a shower, and then fell asleep…>.> Sorry!) “W-well, yes. I-isn’t that we are doing right now? Uh…planning, I mean?” The male coughed and shifted nervously. How could Hirsh unsettled him so easily? Nerves… He decided, and not getting any for over three years. His eyes flickered over Hirsh’s face once more, before darting away. And that smile… “Uhm..so after we get the carcass and have it tested, where do we go? Legally?” |
((That's okay!))
"You would be surprised at the number of contacts I have, my friend," Hirsch replied, amusedly. The reactions he was getting out of this man were just priceless. The shifting, the furtive looks, and that damned lip-licking. Wonderful! "I also have a contact who dabbles in many different forms of technology and science. He is interested in biology...he can test the bones and remaining tissue for you...carbon-date...he is a certified biologist, among other things...he can help and his testimony will stand up in court." |
For the first time in a long time, Vince felt a smile on his lips. “That’s great…I don’t, however, have anything else to prove we weren’t there. I need a way to prove they were there…” And he wasn’t sure how he could get Hirsh’s help in this part without reveling the whole ordeal, something Vincent himself tried to put out of his mind. |
Hirsch arched an eyebrow, curiously. "...Why is it I get this feeling that you aren't telling me the whole story, hmm?" he asked, pointedly. There was just the hint of a warning in his voice. If he was going to help Vince, he would need to know exactly what had happened. Everything.
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Vince was silent for a bit, twiddling his fingers. “I…was the one who found the bodies. I also had a motive, according to police. My father, in public eyes, had no reason to want to hurt me.” There. He told the story, but still didn’t give out details. Easy. “The weapon was in my possession, the…people.” His voice cracked, and he paused before continuing. “The people trusted me, and I knew how to kill them. All key points of my trial.” |
Hirsch listened to him intently. For the first time, all signs of jesting had vanished from his expression and even his body language. "I see...my acquaintance may be able to help you out legally...but if things have unfolded as you say they have, the percentage that he will win your case is very low..."
He shifted again, his good mood suddenly returning. "Of course, that's where I come in. If legal advances don't work, there are some not-so-legal that you can try," he offered, cheerily. |
Vince was quiet for a moment, before shaking his head. “I escaped from prison four days ago…Before I take any legal action, I have to know it would work. I can’t do anything if it won’t help. I would be caught and thrown back in jail in a heartbeat.” |
"My attorney acquaintance lives in town. We can fetch him tomorrow, if you'd like. You can spend the night here. My fridge is open to you, as well..." Hirsch offered, kindly. "I'm sure Braccae could explain everything to you much more easily than I can. My line of work teeters more on the illegal side of things..."
He stretched himself out slightly, and idly checked the time, wondering how late it was. |
Vince nodded, glancing around. “I figured as much, and thank you.” As the man checked his watch, the male shifted nervously once more. It was rather late. And he was growing more nervous. After a moment, he clear his throat. “W-would you like to take care of that payment now?” Get it over with. |
Hirsch turned his gaze on him. His eyes were rather lusty, as they usually were when he fixed them on someone he found even mildly attractive. He was a major flirt. It was almost uncontrollable, the urge to flirt with anyone that met his standards. It was also why he rarely had monogamous relationships that lasted more than a month.
"Sure, if you're up for it...I can take you to the guest room, or my room. Whichever you would feel more comfortable with..." he offered, resting his chin in one of his hands. His predatory grin had returned, gracing his features once more. |
The male coughed, and glanced away, licking his lips again. “Yes…I’d rather do this as soon as possible. The…um…guest room, I suppose?” He finally stated. The male’s gaze was unnerving, and sent shivers throughout his body, though he couldn’t figure out why exactly. (Do you wish to go offline, pms, or time skip?) |
((PMs would probably work best for me. :D))
"Are you sure? My bed is quite comfy," Hirsch chuckled, as he stood up. "No matter. The guest room is this way. Follow me..." He willingly lead the way out of the den, and down a semi-ornate hallway. His hips swung while he walked, possibly unintentionally. They passed a cozy study and a weight room on the way to a flight of creaky stairs, which he walked up at once. He stopped at the very first door on the left, and opened it. The interior was plain, focusing on hues of gold, tan, and red. There was a single bed in the middle of the room, a nightstand with a lamp, and a small dresser. There was no bathroom--the bathroom across the hall was meant for this room. |
Vince followed along, his eyes sliding down the body in front of him. Awkwardly, he blinked quickly. Did hips always wiggle like that? It looked…inviting to Vincent. He shoved his hands into his pockets, finally sliding into the room as the man stepped inside. His tall frame moved around the room, evaluating items in the same way he had in the living room. Finally, he turned back to Hirsh, and stood awkwardly, his tongue poking out of his mouth to run over his lips. With a female, it was easy to know where he stood. With this male, however, he was at a loss, though he didn’t want to seem that way. |
((La, la, la...after their funny business...X3))
Hirsch studied his expression for a long moment. He then reached out to lay a hand on the side of Vince's neck, tilting his head slightly to the side as an unspoken inquiry. He could tell that something was very off about how his client was beginning to act. Even a little something in his tone of voice betrayed how he was really feeling. ...Guilt, of some sort? Hirsch could not be sure. "Tell me, what is on your mind?" he asked, in an attempt to be sympathetic and not sound like he was prying. "Something appears to be plaguing your thoughts..." |
Vincent hesitated, glancing over to Hirsch, his eyes lingering on the arm touching him. “My…late…wife…” He stated, with obvious discomfort. “I…it feels like a betrayal to her. It…feels worse because I enjoyed it.” |
Ah, yes. The guilt factor. Hirsch patted his shoulder, in what he hoped was a comforting sort of way. "Your wife. Even passed, she would want you to enjoy yourself, correct?" he reasoned, gently. "She would want you to live freely, any way you want. She would want you to be happy, even if that means finding someone else or indulging in many other different things. Physical love is not the same thing as emotional love, in many cases..."
He paused, then tilted his head, stopping before he got off track. "You should do what makes you happy. In turn, that will make her happy, no matter how difficult it is to do..." |
Vince was silent for a long while, thinking. He nodded after a bit, glancing over. “Yes…she always wanted me to be happy. She’d want that now…” The Greek glanced over once more, giving a tiny cough. “Uh…how did you like it?” |
"I always like it," Hirsch replied at once, a devilish sort of smirk splitting across his face. It seemed to be his standard answer, the beginning of a sort of rant. Sure enough, he went on.
"Though, I can't help but say I have a thing for first-timers, whether they be virgins or seemingly painfully straight. It's a little thing of mine, a fetish, whatever you want to call it." He curled up a little where he was laying, in a cozy position. "To sum it up--I really liked it." |
The male flushed darker the longer Hirsch talked. When the German finished speaking, he nodded, flattered. Hirsh shifted once again, becoming more comfortable, and Vince found himself wondering if the male intended to sleep here. “W-would it be…uhm, possible to do this again…sometime?” |
"Of course. I rarely turn down such offers," Hirsch revealed, grin still firmly set in place. "...My bed is much more comfortable. If you want to spend the night, we can move there. Trust me," he added, quite seriously. "...That is the most comfortable bed you will ever sleep in, in all your life."
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