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CHAZ HAND!!

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As his grin grew twice as large and twice as toothy, displaying that twinkling smile Chaz was famous for, his tail lazily fanned the air as it wagged. She was a flirt— good. Though it didn't come as much of a surprise. Megan's prominent succubus features gave it away. Lucky girl. Hybrids don't always win the genetic lottery, but Meg managed to hit the jackpot. She was a beautiful mix of both worlds. He wanted to give her the ogling she deserved but he was stuck staring at the ceiling until she finished with his eyes.

“Not really.” Chaz—starved of intimacy—pressed his cheek to her hand, savoring the rare chance of a delicate touch. “They had me hookin’ for a few months before I was given a chance to act.” If you could call it acting. It was his only gripe with the job. Porn didn't need to have plot shoehorned into it and he felt stupid reciting poorly written lines in a room full of people. “I've only been in a handful of these films so far.”

“What ‘bout you, sweetness? Does Velvette treat you right?”

He wasn't an easy person to work on. Chaz wasn't used to having make-up done or understood why he needed it. Feeling something close to his eye would cause him to squint and blink on reflex. He couldn't sit still for very long and he kept trying to turn his face to get his nose closer to Megan's wrist. The perfume she wore masked her true scent and Chaz wasn't going to be satisfied until he found it.

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Wings perk behind her as she takes her seat across from him, her kit held in well-manicured hands. when she had been summoned from Velvette's studio -- more like dragged by the wrists -- pieces of a dismembered body were still being picked up by janitorial staff ; likely the remains of poor Donna, if Meg were to make an educated guess.

But she kept her eyes forward and legs moving as she familiarizes herself to these new surroundings in Valentino's studio, and, surprisingly, this shark is fairly friendly, despite his obvious Greed-heavy colorations and markings. he's got a good build on him, and yellow-ringed eyes lack subtlety and shame when she takes a quick gander at who Meg's being thrown at. he's handsome, for sure -- but the winged lady knows better than to trust this as his true self.

❝ i might be permanent, ❞ She replies with a soft and playful tone as dainty hand moves to hold the side of Chaz's face, as her other hand tender in her application of his eye make-up. Meg smells faintly of blueberry perfume. ❝ i signed on to work for Velvette, but turns out make-up artists are in higher demand than i thought, so now i'm here.. you been working here long, Chaz ? ❞

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"For anyone with a green thumb out there, don't buy any suspicious looking plants after the eclipse."

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"i'm filling in for Donna, actually -- look up with your eyes ; my name's Mgehan." holds up their vee verses up to them lol @/gethellbcnt

As Megan spoke, Chaz looked up from the script he was holding. “What happened to..” He paused mid-sentence, realizing the answer might bring him down. Donna was a friendly face and a nice person to chat with before he went on set and got wrecked on camera. “Nevermind. Don't tell me.” Whatever happened, she probably didn't deserve it.

He relaxed in his chair, looking the new girl over. She had an elegant beauty that wasn't common in sharks. Not where he grew up at least. Hopefully she’ll be just as friendly as the last since Val kept a tight leash on his social life. He was miserable alone.

“Chaz,” he smiled, sharing his name in return in case Meg didn't already know it. Then he pointed his eyes upwards as instructed. “Are you filling in permanently?”

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I Got Big Money!! Let’s have a party! 🤑🎉💵💰

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“Is it that time already..?” Chaz held a casual tone to disguise his true thoughts on the matter. Debt collectors were bending him over just as much as the clientele and he didn't want to pay a pimp when money was tight. He wasn't a sinner. He could leave the Pride ring and set up shop elsewhere. But there were perks that came with working for the overlord that Chaz didn't want to give up.

He thumbed through a wad of cash, counting the bills, then extracted what was owned and pocketed the rest. As he held it up for the moth to take, his grip on it subconsciously tightened. Val had to give it a good tug if he wanted to pluck the money out from between his fingers.

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"Alright, Chaz, where's your dues?" There's a fee to working in his clubs, contracted or not.

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She tentatively knocks twice on Chaz's door, attempting to make sure that he has no company. When allowed in, she would present him a small individual sized cake; his favorite foods was one of those things that she never bothered to research, giving her lacking ability to cook anything palatable.

It's nothing extravagant; white frosting, strawberries lined at the base, and a simple happy birthday written in chocolate, "Good day, Chazwick... I apologize, I know it's a day late, but I wanted to gift you something for your birthday!"

Just when he was about to take a nap, there was a knock at the door. Chaz groaned, unwilling to open his eyes. No way was that a client. Not after the day he had. He was done on set and considered himself fuckered out for the time being. Not that he couldn't get it again. But his energy was depleted and he wanted a couple hours to recoup and refuel.

Still… Valentino could be calling on him for whatever reason which meant it couldn't go ignored. It didn't seem wise to test his new boss after he graciously plucked him off the street and supplied him with a warm bed and private bathroom. Chaz breathed out an exasperated sigh, sat up, and lumbered over to the door before turning the knob.

“Kitty?” At first, Chaz regarded her with agitation. He was growing more accustomed to her presence around the tower. She no longer put him on edge. But he still didn't care for her and it didn't help that she was bothering him during his much needed downtime. However, Chaz softened up when noticing the baked goods she brought for this special occasion. “Oh.. uh, okay..” Chaz nodded, unsure of how to react when a sexbot shows up to your room bearing the gift of cake. “Thanks.”

He didn't think birthdays were something they cared about around here. Not that it was acknowledged anywhere else. Cake and presents weren't common practice for the unloved and unwanted. Although it was delivered late, and the timing could have been better, the sentiment managed to lift his spirits.

“Do you want to…” Chaz stopped mid-sentence, pushing the door wider open. His eyes scanned the halls, then landed back on Kitty. “Do you want to lay down with me? Like—in my bed.. while I snooze?” His hand rose to his belly to idly scratch at an itch. “I sleep better when there's someone next to me.”

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“They're really saying that to you?” With all the homophobic slurs thrown around, often directed at him when their dicks were in his mouth, he figured all of them wanted to keep their involvement with him on the down-low. And he complied by not naming names.

Once it soaked in that they were targeting Moxxie with harassment, he clenched his jaw and pressed his lips into a tight line. He blew out an agitated huff of air from his nose. Chaz was fine with them mouthing off to him, but Moxxie!—He was off limits. Not just as his partner but as the crime lord's heir. The blatant disrespect towards their future boss shouldn't be tolerated.

Chaz forced himself to relax and focus on the now. Moxxie told him that he wasn't upset with him and the loan shark found himself believing it. After all they've gone though and everything his boyfriend talorated, Chaz was starting to think Moxxie was seriously keeping him around for a real long term relationship. If that was true, maybe he could drop his guard and let himself be vulnerable every once in a while.

Chaz brought his hands up to cup Moxxie’s face. “Do you know how perfect you are?” Moxxie; always forgiving, always understanding, always the one who treated him with kindness and respect when no one else did.. It was more than he deserved. “And—” he stopped to run his tongue across the roof of his mouth, trying to relive some of its dryness. “.. I love you.”

He leaned down to kiss the imp—first on the forehead, then on the lips. Then he broke away, dropping his hands and shifting his gaze elsewhere. “It's not as big of a number if you don't count oral,” Chaz relinquished, “A mouth is a mouth so it's not as gay.” Brushing off the bias of others came easy when he got off on being used for sexual means.

Chaz straightened up and looked to Moxxie again, conducting himself more as a loyal subordinate than a romantic partner. “Who's hassling you?” He’ll see to it that they’ll learn their place.

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( @razzamachazz ) // ( continued ) [ I think pre- 'canon'/ post-jail, so still the past. But more recently ]

Having Chaz shrink back like that at any topic having to do with sex was odd. Moxxie had not been sure what to expect but this was different. He adjusted his approach, letting his own posture relax some so it was less formal to show Chaz he wasn't interrogating him. And he softened his tone, in case he may have sounded commanding or accusatory. The last thing he wanted was to come off as a controlling prick like his father.

Chaz's inquiry was fair enough. Why would he want to ask that? It wouldn't set most people's minds at ease to know an exact number. And hearing the question put in perspective how it must sound. Even though he did have the right to know, he knew he wasn't supposed to say it.

“If you're uncomfortable with the question, I understand,” he just took that to mean A Lot. For now. And noted it as such. “It's, well…mostly I've heard things and I suppose I'd rather hear them from you than from some of the…people.” cunt-jocks “who bring it up. I guess I mean, imagine if people were bragging about banging" defiling " me. In a… way that was meant to" provoke "piss you off? You might have preferred I mentioned those guys beforehand. So you could mentally prepare. But I can see why that wouldn't be something… you're comfortable with,” like most communication. He rubbed behind his horn. “And I'm not upset with you.” enough to feel apathetic about them using you like a cumdump.

Being bi and out in the mob in his position of potential position of power was difficult as it was, add to the fact that he had decided to remain involved with Chaz. Earning the respect of his colleagues with a partner attached to him who was seen as a dumping ground made it all the easier for them to disrespect the both of them.

“I'm sorry if it felt like I was interrogating…” he took the larger demon's hands, tail swishing cutely, back to the default timid nature Chaz would likely have known Moxxie for. "I don't need to know an approximate. I'm just jumpy."

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"Keep your pants on gills." Clem is going to push a wrapped gift into his arms. Inside? A black jacket with a sharp-toothed shark smile bedazzled on the back. "Happy birthday."

“Whoa, really!? You actually got me something?” Chaz was hoping for a little company and maybe some cake, but gifts weren't common enough for him to expect anything from anyone. The shark reacted with gleeful gemmie gemmie hand motions.

He tore the wrapping off to reveal the jacket within. “Daaamn, bitch~! How much did this set you back? You can't be spending all your hard earned cash on riff raff like me,” Chaz snickered, freeing an arm to lift Clem off her feet in a squeezing hug. “Thanks, babe. You're the best.”

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// It's Chaz's birthday today! He's going to be a sad shork if he's spending it alone for another year. My ask box is open for anyone who wants to pop by

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// It's Chaz's birthday today! He's going to be a sad shork if he's spending it alone for another year. My ask box is open for anyone who wants to pop by

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Can you poke my belly button…from the inside? 🤭🤭😏😏

He recoiled at Kitty’s solicitation. It wasn't just the pick up line. It was the person saying it that made it all truly repulsive.

Chaz hated Fizzbots. It was unfathomable to him how these freaky monstrosities rose in popularity as glorified sex toys. The factory should send out a recall and shoot them into space before the robot uprising can begin. The Vee’s modifications that toned down the clown theme at least made it bearable for him to be in the same room as her. That is until she starts saying shit like this.

Chaz took uneasy steps backwards to put more distance between them. “NO. No fucking way. I'm not going to let you crush my dick between your cogs so you can just turn around and take your peenini flattener elsewhere!”