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would you rather. but sexy

You know how the game works. Now do it with dirty questions. Give us your strangest, or funniest, or sexiest, or stupidest, risqué-est “would you rather…” questions and see what kind of sexy things you learn about someone.

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Well, for one thing, I tend to fall for people well out of my league, as they say. To not approach them is to spare my heart from their inevitable rejections.

And, um. There are other reasons. Social, mostly. It is better for a man to remain a bachelor than...other things.

Hm. I get that. But I can't help think... at least that would feel like closure you know? To know you could maybe have someone if you just tried. Isn't that better than just. Being stuck knowing there's nothing you can do?

A bachelor huh?
Yeah. I should have stayed a bachelor too.

You sound like my friend. [A nervous, pained laugh.] He thinks I'm not living life because I do not live it as he does. Even if I wanted to, I don't know if...if anyone would have me, at my age, and with such a nervous, restrained temperament.

[He looks to be forty at most but when younger men are the fashion one feels old rather quickly.]

You are married? [That doesn't quite click with Basil entirely but he does nod sympathetically.] Lots of men find themselves in marriages but pining after others, I cannot judge you. Honestly, I think some men expect that they will have one life at home and another outside of it. I am a poor liar and it seems cruel to marry someone one cannot love.

Heh. That's funny. I was thinking you sound a bit like me.

I had a... friend. A friend who told me that too. Lately, I've started thinking he might be right. But I still don't know how to live like he does. Did.

[It's hard to tell what age Larry is under there, but his voice is clear and steady, albeit softspoken enough to make him sound a lot younger than he is.]

I was.
That's... exactly what I did. It is cruel. But I just thought of it as necessary.

Many men do. Society expects it of us: to marry and to have children.
[And for all he knows, maybe Larry loved his wife at some point, such a change is common enough.] But I have chosen the life of an eternally unmarried artist instead. A life where I may look to my fragile heart's content without anyone troubling themselves about it and because I never confess, never reach out everything stays just...fine. Uncomplicated. Painless. [For the other person, anyway.]

I'm sorry about your...friend?

Back then, even without the expectation, there's nothing else to look towards. You know? There's just the one path, with all it's stepping stones laid out for you. If you leave that path, well... there's no map for that. It's just... here be dragons.

[He nods along with that. It's certainly an option he considered. And in hindsight probably should have stuck to.]

I wish I had your willpower. Things might have ended better.

It's all right. He lived a long and happy life.
Once I was out of the picture.

[Basil lightly touches the scarlet cravat at his throat when Larry speaks of endings. But he's quick to distract himself.]

Oh, you poor man. [He says, taking a half-step towards him, hand outstretched before realizing a man so covered in bandages might be hurt by a comforting touch.] You remind me so much of myself. [He says, quietly.] Holding yourself apart from the world-- whatever your reason-- watching everyone move on without you-- knowing it's the only way to protect yourself.

It's not like that anymore. It's not for my protection. Now it's for everyone else's.

[That kind of earnest empathy comes as enough of a surprise to leave Larry looking around as if there's some chance it might not be meant for him. Awkwardly he takes that tentative reach to turn it into a little handshake and a promise of sorts that he's not completely forbidden.]

I'm Larry. By the way. What's your name?

[Basil is all empathy or melancholy selfishness and nothing at all in-between.]

Hallward. Oh, but Basil is my given name! It's alright to call me Basil, if you are to be Larry.

[He'll take the clumsy little handshake: it is good to confirm that Larry wasn't too put off by the attempt of comfort while demonstrating a firm boundary.]

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