Sense8 Voice Testing - Sun, Kala & Wolfgang

[wuzzafuzzle]

okay so i'll put up some prompts for them..... once i can brain some D: but in the mean time feel free to leave me anything - a prompt, a picture (or set of pictures), a tfln, or a like tdm style thing for any game i'm familiar with 8|a IDK I'LL ROLL WITH IT AND IF I HAVE QUESTIONS, I WILL TRACK YOU DOWN NO WORRIES

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/bows before internet

[tequilasquared]

I need more practice? [He scoffs.] It was my brilliant acting that saved your life, friend. [Even if the favour had been repaid. His own breath probably stank of tequila because despite the colossal time difference Lito was also drunk.]

We probably shouldn't try, it could only end badly.

amen amen

[drang]

Eh. [ he gives a shrug, making a 'meh' sort of face. ] It was okay. Wouldn't win any award, but passing, sure.

[ despite the words, lito's in his head, so it's pretty clear wolfgang's full of shit. just messing with him. he couldn't have been more grateful for what lito'd done for him. beyond debt owing and all that, he's still put his consciousness in front of a gun, so, that takes some balls. it helps that the corner of wolfgang's lips have tilted up in a half-smirk, mischievous in a small way. ]

Might wake up Sun. [ which, yes, would end badly. sun is great, but amused by shenanigans she is not. ] Hindi? Swahili? English is too easy.

[tequilasquared]

[He wants s-so badly to twat Wolfgang around the back of the head, but after seeing the kind of damage the other man can do with his fists he thinks better of it. Even if he wasn't sure that'd work too well in their heads, it was still an idea.]

You are so full of shit. In fact I'd go as far as to say you are the most shit-filled man I know. [He nods sagely as if he was completely sure of the idea before moving around the sofa to sit down, nudging the other man's reclining legs out of the way.] You might, which you would have to take the blame for. Maybe you should just avoid pissing off the other sensates entirely?

[drang]

[ it'd be equal to punching himself in the face, which is not something wolfgang's particularly keen on either, and yet, not something he'd put past himself while inebriated. bruises heal, and if nothing else in life, he can take a punch. something he'd considered lito might want to learn eventually, or more so, how to throw one. would likely be more useful to teach in person. tag 'mexico' onto the list of places he needs to take a trip to. ]

Considering your work environment, I'll take that as a compliment. Or achievement, at the least. [ your director is a freak, by the way. it's well enough knowledge between the cluster that real lying (beyond playful teasing) will never be a talent of his. thankfully, the other pushing his legs to make room (one bending up to clear a spot, while the other slumps to the floor instead) means he won't ever need it. in another part of his mind (their mind), he's lounged on the bench on lito's patio, afternoon sun warm on his cheeks, taste of rich tequila on his tongue. ] Their loss. Trade?

[ a partially depleted bottle of brandy is held out towards the end of his couch, as a heel pushes against the side of Lito's leg, requesting a share of his tequila. ]

[tequilasquared]

[It was weird, feeling the soft feeling of sofa cushions inside an averagely warm house one second, yet the hot wood of a bench with blaring sunshine in the next. It was one of the things about being a sensate that he found incredibly weird yet incredibly fascinating.]

You should. As if I'd ever try to insult you, amigo. [He quirks a grin though, as if he was still taking the piss.] Trade. [He nods, handing over the bottle of tequila and taking the brandy. It was a strange drink, one he wasn't necessarily accustomed to. But it was liquor and it was nice enough and sweeter than the tequila.]

[drang]

[ he's starting to get used to these things. not all the time, but he doesn't reel so much when he finds himself halfway across the world anymore. wolfgang thinks, if he'd told himself before any of this started, that he'd have people coming in and out of his mind, doing the same to others, he'd find it annoying as hell. now? not so much. drinking alone one moment, and having a friend who's going to get the mood you're in immediately there the next is... well, it makes his typical penchant for solitude seem overrating. tossing back a shot of the mexican liquor, it has an interesting taste to it - different, and still familiar in a way. strong, with a nice burn to it. ]

You should come during Oktoberfest. Sixteen days of drinking, eating and not giving half a fuck about anything else. [ well, probably not for everyone, but he and felix have a history of forsaking all fucks when they've decided it's celebration time - wolfgang could really use a vacation. ]

And Munich has a decent nude beach. [ gently imagining kala's horror. yes good. ]

[tequilasquared]

[Ligto is smiling widely as he gets comfortable on the sofa. He happened to like the way things worked these days, he was never truly alone anymore, there was always someone else there that he could spend time with. It made the days that he was in the house without Hernando that much more bearable. Also the fact that the other sensates were in his head meant he never had to lie, never had to try and hide things- it was liberating in the best of ways.]

You mean actually travel, to Germany? [His face gets curious and he takes another drink.] You would be my tour guide?

[He laughs then, though.] A nudist beach? If you wanted to get me naked, you need only visit when I am in the shower, tío.

[drang]

Sure. [ he shrugs, as he leans forward to pour himself another shot of tequila. A delightful kind of fuzziness is starting to settle in his head, limbs feeling loose and skin warm. ] I'd have to be, unless you can speak German without me.

[ s n o r t . Lito pls. ]

I've seen you naked already, I don't need to scheme it. [ been there, done that, made out with your boyfriend, had will gorski sucking on the side of his face. Going to forgo will's straight boy panic about it, though. It was a good time, whatever. Anyway, naked for the sake of kinkiness hadn't been what he'd meant, Wolfgang waving a dismissive had at the thought. ]It's to relax, not have an orgy. If the weather's shit, though, your balls might freeze off.

[ your delicate Central American temperature norm. So maybe not on the nude beach thing. Plus alcohol and swimming isn't always a wise combination to begin with. ]

[tequilasquared]

Maybe I can. [He grins.] I could have a whole trove of secret skills no-one knows about yet. [Which was totally true. He was basically a secret agent- if secret agent was codeword for absolute bullshitter]

I assume you enjoyed the show? [Yes Lito; ensnare everyone. Make them do your bidding through the medium of your fantastic body and puppy dog eyes.] And maybe we should reconsider- I mean... I like my balls. [Nodding as if it is the most reasonable thing in the world.]