maliceaforethought | Eudio: Cuddlr

Eudio: Cuddlr

Oswald Cobblepot (31)

Young, well-mannered, professional male, new to city, seeks opportunities to make new friends. Would enjoy pleasant companionship at films, museums, or concerts, or for meals. Please no athletic outings. Gender is irrelevant but we can be no more than friends if you are not 25-35 years of age.

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[ He does, despite being about thirty years younger and many pounds lighter than future iterations of himself, waddle. He crossed the wrong mob boss, when he was at the bottom, and was beaten with a chair for his attempt to climb the ladder over her.

Different paths to the same result. ]

I am open to befriending people of all ages, Mr. Wayne. For anything more I merely do not wish anyone to feel taken advantage of by a significant age difference.

I would be acceptable, yes. I am not able to walk as well as everyone else my age. My leg was injured.

[ Curiouser and curiouser, as they say. Still young enough that he might not gain the pounds that make him legitimately look like a pengiun, but well— he doesn't like work out. ]

Including yourself. Are you that scared of other people here? Last I checked there was supposed to be consent involved.

[ This is what we call teasing. Not flirting, but also he's really wondering how much he can poke at him. ]

Which leg? If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Cobblepot.

It's true that consent is a mandatory part of intimate interactions here. That one must be respectful and mindful of what others want. I'd argue that comfort is a large part of that. If you make clear where you are comfortable, and where you are not, it becomes easier for your boundaries to be respected.

I personally would not be comfortable with a very large age difference, when it comes to physical intimacy, in either direction. It's better to state that up front for my own comfort, and also for the reassurance of others.

Not too long ago, I was the owner and manager of a nightclub in my home city. Before I rose to that level, however, I worked more menial positions: dishwasher, errand boy, keeping the books. I sometimes enjoyed the company of some of the young ladies who also worked there--nothing untoward, merely friendly conversation between coworkers.

I cannot tell you how often they expressed dismay at unwanted attention from a man significantly older than them. Perhaps I am, as you suggest, being overly cautious. But I wish to be mindful of the comfort of others as well.

[ He's not sure why someone would want to know which of his legs is injured. But he can't think of the harm in discussing it. ]

My right leg, Mr. Wayne. My knee was shattered and did not heal correctly.

[ The mob doesn't offer health insurance. ]

It fused, twisting my leg, and the joint no longer bends.

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Eudio: Cuddlr

no apologies i live for this stuff

as do i contrary to my tagging habits apparently.

no subject