L.Q.I — Log #93

Unknown Time
Unknown Location; somewhere in New York
December 20th, 2007
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TW:

• Usage of Dehumanizing/Condescending Language
• Discussion of Spiking/Drugging

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[Begin Log #93]

  “Aren’t you a cute one..~”

  Quince couldn’t help but blush as the rather intimidatingly handsome figure slowly bends down to sit in front of him. He leaned his back against the brick wall of the alleyway, dead silent.

  “Now what’s the matter?” The man asks with a smirk. “Imp got your tongue?~”

  Quince slightly clears his throat before taking a deep breath. “N-..No, just..thanks for checking on me..I guess..” He mutters out, his words slightly slurred as he visually studies the man in front of him. “W-..Who are you?”

  “Call me Sal. Salvador’s my full name, but I still prefer Sal.” The man answers, taking the cigarette holder from his mouth and holding it in his right hand as he continues. “What’s yours?”

  Quince pauses in deep thought for a second before sighing. “..Quince.” He states, watching Salvador closely. “I-..I didn’t expect to be..y’know..”

  “Spiked.” Salvador fills in the blank for Quince while smirking more. “You got your drink spiked. That’s how the Mortals get people who they either desire or don’t like.”

  Quince thinks, slightly humming. “I see..” He spoke, rubbing his eyes. “..Better get a resting spot that’s not some shady club, then..”

  “Why don’t you stay with me instead?” Salvador suggests. “I got a nice little place just for you and me.”

  Quince blinks in surprise. “..Really?”

  “Really! You can’t be helplessly drugged and homeless around here, can you?” Salvador questions with a slightly condescending tone in his otherwise charmingily silky voice. “Stay with me, Quince..or should I call you something else..?”

  Quince sits up fully. “I-..I don’t care. But..thanks.” He answers slowly, clearly unable to properly answer as he slightly hiccups.

  “How about..Luppy?~” Salvador asks, his voice suddenly becoming sultry.

  Quince just nods as he uses the nearby wall for support, forcing himself to stand up.

  “Good boy..~” Salvador slightly whispers to himself as he stands up, taking Quince’s hand. “Follow me, Luppy..~”
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[End Log #93]

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