BECAUSE IT'S PEPPER'S BIRTHDAY...

[goateese]

the CLIFF/SHAG/MARRY meme
(With a twist)



The RULES
❯ Post with your character
❯ Comment to other characters with three options
❯ Answer with who you'd cliff, shag, or marry
❯ AND HERE IS THE TWIST: Then act out those options with the characters!
❯ HAVE FUN and nobody is ever late!

Comments

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie's head bent down, choked by the jerk.

And by Norman's pulling, too.]

That isn't helping! I won't simply unknot it for you, Mr. Osborn.

[He sneered, confident still. Unaware of Norman's plan.]

[osreborn]

Come along. Let's find some place a little more secluded.

[ He moves, yanking Eddie along. ]

You don't want to have any scandals on your hands.

[enigmaestro]

Don't -- akkk! Norman! You're -- nhhh! [Eddie hissed and spoke through his gag, interrupted by each and every pull and jerk delivered. He followed Norman nonetheless, heeding the other man's agenda, however unwilling.]

-- What scandal?

[osreborn]

You and me. We're going to create one.

[ He sneers, pulling Eddie into a secluded room with a lock on the door. He latches it. ]

Tie.

[enigmaestro]

I'm not yours to command, Norman. [Eddie hissed, balking. He eyed the closed door, growing wary by the moment.] I'm not taking it off for you.

And how, exactly, are we creating this?

[Rhetorical question. Really, he already knew.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman walked over, yanking Eddie's tie before he reached to begin unlooping it. He sneered, grin stretching across his face slowly. ]

Guess.

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie winced, understanding the implications. He didn't fight Norman -- it would be nonsensical, to retaliate at such unfortunate proximity (after all, Norman had him literally cornered). The best stratagem spoke to playing along, until he could seize opportunity.]

At least you chose a private place.

[A teasing remark that glowed in his mouth.]

[osreborn]

Of course, Nygma. We have to preserve your modesty, don't we?

[ He sneered, sliding his hand down Eddie's hip to cup his thigh. His thumb hooked on Eddie's belt. ]

[enigmaestro]

[His own hands shot out, immediately contradictory. A one moment, pushing Norman away; at the next, pulling open his shirt. Eddie groped down his rival's chest, clawing and pinching, exploring with antagonism inherent.]

And what, I wonder, are we preserving of yours?

[osreborn]

[ Norman hissed, a quick expulsion of air between his teeth as Eddie's hands attacked him; with his knee he guided Eddie to the wall roughly, pinning him with a hand. ]

What modesty?

[enigmaestro]

Anything but, it seems, when it comes to you. What is this? A little ego trip?

[Eddie winced at the presser imposed -- he had little room to run.]

Careful, now.

[osreborn]

No. Not that.

[ But he didn't answer, instead letting his hands open Eddie's belt. There's a deliberation to it. ]

Nothing 'little' about it.

[enigmaestro]

Oh, Norman. I'll always appreciate your playing. [Eddie speaks with slightly lime-licked words. He grins as his hands rubbed over Norman's chest. Then, with a sharp and sudden air, Eddie gripped at Norman's shoulders and pulled him close. Smirking, he dig in his fingernails to flesh.]

But two can do this. And I don't mind a fight.

[osreborn]

That's good. Because you could use a little bruising.

[ He pressed himself against Eddie, eyes narrowing slightly and fixed sharply upon Eddie's. The belt opens. ]

I expected your participation.