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[torpour]

My name is Nehan-- I'm researching how medicine works here, and how to merge it with the methods I'm used to. If my research goes well, for instance, I will be able to act as a doctor and pharmacist, among other roles found here.

To that end, I'm requesting samples of blood from fellow Sleepers. I understand it can be quite personal, so whoever does not want to do that need not respond. Those who do, so I can perform the phlebotomy myself, and can privately send you my address, and answer questions you may have.

Whoever wants to help but doesn't want a needle in their arm, I still have a job for you, if anyone is interested.

[very straight to the point, almost unwelcomingly so. but at least people know what they're getting into if they decide to deal with him?]

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[getsmy]

I don't bleat for just anybody.

[So deadpan, but the timing is so comedic, he has to be teasing. Or maybe it's just a challenge to drag it back out of him later, because he's a glutton for that kind of punishment]

[torpour]

Ah, so I'm special, is that it?

[nehan looks up from the fur, eyebrow raise as if in challenge.]

Good-- special treatment for your doctor will net you special treatment in turn.

[getsmy]

[Ives looks down between them, then back up to meet Nehan's face.]

Special is a word for it! Needless to say, I'm pleased with the arrangement.

[he did come all over the man, clearly this works for him. Also getting a smile out of Ives, a rare occasion, what cutely crooked teeth he has hidden behind that stern face]

[torpour]

Good. [nehan fists his hands into the fur, clearly unwilling to let it go just yet. it's a comforting feeling, to feel fur like this, a luxury and privilege he hasn't had in years.]

Just don't ruin yourself when you come back here, when you still have to perform for me.

[getsmy]

[Nehan continuing to sit in his lap, holding onto him well into the afterglow, that's all good by Ives. Rushing away from a partner after sex, even sex as a payment, always leaves him ill at ease. This is nice. His tail bats against the floor behind him]

You'll just have to put me back together, if I do. [a mutual reliance of sorts, though he's sure Nehan would be far less relying on him than the other way around. It's a fine arrangement, Ives has someone to come to for medical attention... Nehan gets someone extremely willing for sexual attention. Win-win, so long as Ives doesn't get himself killed or mangled beyond repair...]

[torpour]

That will simply increase your debt to me. [he leans forward, looking up at the man while kneading into his fur. perhaps he should be ashamed of acting like a child, petting fur like this, but ives doesn't seem to mind.] And then what will you do?

[perhaps it would mean more sex... which nehan certainly wont turn down, unless he's busy with important work, or has a prior engagement he cant call off.]

[getsmy]

[More than not minding, Ives outright enjoys the petting. It doesn't strike him at all as childish, it's an attractive feature of his. Nehan is patting his sense of pride as much as anything literal.]

Beyond matters of sex, I could share my magic with you. How well do you sleep?

[being able to compel sleep is handy when someone can't manage it easily on their own. Ives simply doesn't offer to anybody because it can pull his attention away from more important matters... and can be more intimate than sex, if he goes further, striding about within their mind and dreams]

[torpour]

[this time, nehan pauses before responding-- but then realizes that the time for lies has passed exactly because he paused. so he should just say the truth.]

Badly. Sometimes I sleep for a few hours, sometimes I don't sleep at all. It's a struggle every time I lay down in bed, so I'd rather use my time awake to do something productive.

This has been the case since I was a child.

[getsmy]

I see. Then I could offer you sleep. It is something I can compel, so long as you are not resistant of mind.

[he can technically do so even if Nehan did resist, but that's not ethical, not something he'd want to force. The man is no enemy of his, after all.]

It can be a sleep without dreams. If you wish to dream, I can form that while you rest. Alas... I'm not a trained entertainer as my mother uses such power for.

[torpour]

I am resistant. [then the erune sighs, and adjusts himself on ives' lap, sitting sideways on him and perching his feet on the man's large thigh.] It's no slight against you-- I sinply have such a tight hold on my own mind that outside influences can barely affect me.

I'm willing to try because sleep is an option, but it wont be easy.

[getsmy]

[If Nehan is adjusting, Ives is reaching down to grab his pants. Not even to pull back on yet, but just to wipe off his messy hands onto. The curious fabric seems to absorb it without any discoloration, Ives does so casually before his attention is back on Nehan]

I could form a peaceful dream for you from my memories. The unfamiliarity may ease such resistance. If you desire to sleep, your mind shall not fight me too much.

[torpour]

Or you could knock me out and keep me there. [a blunt comment, but it's not entirely a joke. save for being punched into oblivion, nehan doesn't sleep for so long.]

I wont even be angry at you for it.

[though he hasn't shown much interest in leaving his perch yet.]

[getsmy]

Perhaps I'll forego the magic and simply fuck you into a restful nights sleep. Should you prefer the method.

[also an option! Why overthink it with magic and dreams and memory if the purely physical method will do it?]

[torpour]

[he knows that look, and he's glad that ives decided not to be so subtle with his words, otherwise nehan would have just slapped his thigh again.]

That's acceptable too. [the erune reaches out to rub the goatman's ear between his thumb and forefinger. as he does so, he graces ives with something rarely seen except by his own child-- a small smile.] Perform well for me next time, all right?

[getsmy]

[Ives is not coy, he rarely speaks around what he's trying to say. He just says it, truthfully and often far too blunt. The exception to that is the rare joke that pops to mind, though those are often so dryly delivered it is uncertain if he's meaning to be funny at all]

I'll give my all. [and he'll take note of that soft, short lived smile. Committed to memory.]