<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff"><b><i>Cold. Coldness and darkness. It was all the being could feel. An encompassing, seeping chill that moved deep into the very atoms of it. The being didn't know why it knew what cold was, only that it had felt something that wasn't as lonely before the cold and now all it had was the embrace of the dark. It moved through the chilly expanse of nothingness like a beast swimming through the empty waters in search of... What? In search of what, it didn't know, but it knew it would be better than this.... Somehow, it knew without really knowing. </i></b><br/>
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<b><i>A light... More lights... What--</i></b><br/>
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He settles down in his chair after looking around to make sure nothing was out of place - sighing in satisfaction. Sharp teeth gleam slightly under the light above when the man notes that all of his little knick-knacks and toys were still where they all belonged - leaning forward to take off his red coat that was waist length instead of the usual ankle length he had worn... Before. A frown mars his expression before the old alien shakes his head to get the past from his thoughts. He had a job to do and units to earn if he was going to make this second chance at life better than what he had gone through before. <br/>
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The specially ordered headphones that wrap behind his head instead of over - because the fin prevented that - fit snuggly and beep once he turns them on to wirelessly connect to the control panel that keeps his system working properly no matter what so that he doesn't lose clients. He connects after stretching and is hit with a call instantly, a gravelly but clearly female voice rumbling over the line to ask him what he was like as a lover. A playful grin spreads his chapped lips even though she can't see him before he replies to her in a tone made of smoke and amber colored honey. Dark and rich even with the raspy undertone that laces through it.<br/>
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"Well, darlin'. I hope ya don't mind a bit of an older fella. I got some lightyears on me, but I can promise that jus' makes me all th' more experienced. I can take ya apart with jus' my mouth. M'hands can slide over yer skin, takin' in every line an' curve. Every dip an' hollow that ya got so that I can show ya jus' how desirable ya are. I like t'please m'lover an' I love t'make sure they feel wanted." A soft gasp echoes in his ear every few words and his playful grin goes sultry as his voice does the same while simultaneously lowering an octave. "I can fill ya up if ya need it. Stretch ya, hold ya. Anythin' ya need to reach that zenith that makes ya go blind for a few moments when ya get to it. How does that sound, sweetheart?" The female on the other side of the line whimpers, noises both obscene and oddly cute filling his ears as he goes on to describe just what he would do with her tentacles when she mentions them, her surprise at his different methods of using them on her own body making her explode spectacularly with a nearly subsonic noise of need. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as she thanks him and hangs up. It is a few minutes before he gets another call, surprised to hear a male voice. It was rare that he got males due to how very masculine his greeting asking for the client's name was. <br/>
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**</span><span style="font-size: 12px"><i>"Ummm...You can call me Sta...ummm, no....Pe...Ummmm, nonono....I'm Qu...Jas...no. No, that sounds weird. Just call me whatever..."</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0080ff">**<br/>
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"Well, considerin' how ya sound, I think I'll call ya 'sweetheart.' Yeah, I think I like that. So, sweetheart, what has ya callin' tonight? Need some company?" Yondu picks up after his greeting and the man's stuttering as if he had been the one to speak from the very beginning - tone lazily playful and interested. </span>