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The Commander lounged on the floor of Headquarters, propped up on his side with one paw in front of his face as he examined it absently. Wearing away at all of the rubble brought into their tunnels was hard work, and it had left its mark on his soft pads, which were beginning to scab and harden. That was a shame, but with the unforgiving hard ground of the tunnels, he didn't expect any less. He wasn't on the soft forest land anymore. He glanced up as he spotted a cat approaching and raised one lean brow at him.
"Gladiator, you're late for our talk," he commented with a slight shake of his head. He hadn't told the Mercenary they were planning to meet and talk, he had planned on simply running into him, but the other tom had been gone an annoyingly long time.
"Oh? Didn't realize we were having one." Gladiator wasn't sure how he felt about his new home yet. There were some things to get use to, to adjust to compared to how Abusm Lux had been. But at least he had a home. He'd heard of some of his fellow clan mates who were homeless, or worse had joined clans.
He stood up calmly and slipped closer, intense blue eyes peering into amber gold, holding him fast in place with the power of his gaze as he sought some secret deep inside-- and then he was smiling, his cursory glance over Gladiator passing over as Raijin brushed against the Mercenary on his way past. He never did have much respect for personal space. "Come on. Let's go to my den and talk. You can take a few minutes to prepare for this surprise - which I hope it a pleasant one, by the way," he quipped.
Gladiator followed, curious as to what it was they'd be talking about. "A surprise? What ever have I done to deserve such a thing?" A mysterious smirk was on his lips, sarcasm following through them partially testing how far he could push his new leader. Boundaries always needed testing, especially when one wasn't sure where they stood yet.
(he does not, he's got poor luck with love so he mostly just does flings cx he was lowkey supposed to be romantic and fall in love and just get his heart broken a lot, buttttt none of that worked out oops)
"If I'm going to drag you away from your duties for a talk, then I have to give you something to make up for it, don't I? Really, it isn't much, so don't get your hopes up." Raijin laughed without a glance back. He led the way through Headquarters to his den, gestured for Gladiator to follow him, and slipped inside. He made his way to his nest and sat down. There was a flat platform opposite him, pushed up against the edge of den - a few layers of large, flat pieces of wood stripped bare of the bark and propped up behind a stone to keep it from rolling, decorated with moss, fuzzy petals, and some grass padding to make it a comfortable seat for any visitors. A lapwing and a glittering piece of red stained glass sat on the corner.
"Take a seat. I don't know if you got lapwings down in your corner of the city, but I think they're delicious. That piece there is from the old church you stayed in." The blue commander grinned. "Friend of mine brought it by, but I have no use of it. Maybe it'll remind you of home."
(I was asking cus I was gonna offer Gladiator but nope he just found a mate)
Gladiator eyes the other spot, his eyes questioning, "is this your way of asking me out? If so I have to say I'm flattered but not interested." The spot looked like one saved for a lover or someone you wished comfortable. Not really a spot he'd expect to be given as a random new member of the clan by the leader. At least, that wouldn't be the case in Absum Lux. There he'd been sitting in the dirt unless it was his lover or someone of a higher position in the clan like the High Sage. And even more than that an offer for decorations for his nest that reminded him of home? Really the tom must be hitting on him.
(Actually, you know what maybe we'll make them a three-some or he'll just have an open relationship and two mates and his mates don't have to be mates or this could be his fling like he's the king's mistress )
Raijin clicked his tongue. "You know, you're not the first to ask me that. Is everyone here that attention-starved, or am I truly that charming?" His crooked grin only grew wider, delighted. He wasn't so oblivious— he did act rather flirty most of the time, and his little gift could certainly be a romantic gesture— and he loved to play on the edge, just to humor himself. Most cats were quick to show their true colors when they thought he was hitting on them, it was an easy way to catch a glimpse of the cat beneath the surface, and he enjoyed it. Raijin didn't get the chance to play dangerous games anymore, this was all he had left.
"I just want you to feel welcome here, Gladiator. You left your old home rather abruptly, don't you want something to remember it by?"
Gladiator let out a wicked grin, oh how different this clan was indeed! "Believe whichever you will, but I can say I'm not touch starved." The fluffy tom moved around to the seat offered to him, making sure his fur brushed the other's. "My old home is gone, now I call your home my own. But what kind of guest would I be to say no to such a lovely gift." The tom flirted right back. This was interesting. In his previous clan, many knew how bloodthirsty he was and the mere fact that he'd killed the rest of his year in the Trails didn't help his popularity. Gladiator was known as a cat to not mess with, that included love affairs.
(can i have some? i have so many threads to catch up on)
I can say I'm not touch starved, he said, and Raijin's brow arched playfully. "Is that so?" Gladiator knew the game, and he was playing along, as so few did. Raijin was suddenly glad he'd chosen this cat in particular to meet with today. He settled more comfortably into his nest, leaning back against the wall and observing through half-closed eyes, quietly but frankly sizing him up. "I am so glad you see it that way. I want you to feel comfortable here, so you're happy with your choice. I dare say you fit the part," he added. The fluffy tom looked plenty strong enough to defend them well as a Mercenary.
