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Post by jervis on Jul 28, 2008 20:20:11 GMT -5
Jervis crossed his legs in a womanly style without it being feminine. He had a way of making himself look one way, but act another. Sort of him being crazy, and it truly played into who he really was on the inside. "Don't worry. I don't actually touch her. I just pet her sometimes." He forgot to tell Joker that Alice was a dog that wore clothes, but he liked to keep his wits about him.
With a sigh, Jervis rolled his eyes and clicked his thumbs away on the chair's armrests. "Please, Jokester, don't confuse me with these names of mobsters. I can't say I know a one of them. Seriously, the last one that attempted to stop my entrance here a week or so back got a pretty one of those hats straped to his waist. Let's just say, I didn't need to know his name to know what was going to happen to him"
Looking a bit aghast at his last response, Jervis's face could be clownish. "Jokey! You don't want me to live? But yet you want to stay? As what? A body in the corner? I'm appalled!"
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Post by Joker on Jul 31, 2008 19:41:34 GMT -5
The two men were, sadly, made for each other. Of course, not like the brotherhood that him and Vince had, but still. Just as bad. He looked to him, yawning for a moment before speaking to him, thinking on his choice of words. Don't piss off a man with hats.
"So, what do we do? I need your help, boy. You and I are made for each other, you know this," he remarked, roughing the man's shoulder. "Unlike Edward Nashton, the Riddler." He glared at the thought. Eddie Nashton had issues deeper than what he truly let on. Of course, didn't they all?
Laughing, he smiled. "It really is good to have you around."
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Post by jervis on Jul 31, 2008 19:45:28 GMT -5
His face probably gave away his surprise and happiness, as he was smiling from ear to ear a very toothy grin. He sighed, laughed a tiny bit, and removed himself from his chair. Walking over to the Joker, he walked behind him and started rubbing the man's shoulders once more.
He leaned his head down to ear level and laughed. "Ah, I do love you, Jokey." Slying, he nibbled on his right ear lobe and kissed his cheek while still rubbing shoulders and laughing all the while inside his head.
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Post by Joker on Jul 31, 2008 19:50:24 GMT -5
The massage was greatly appreciated but as for his next moments, not so much? He shuddered slightly and soon, his reflexes snapped as he pulled Jervis face to face. "Let's get this matter sorted now since you've apparently forgotten in a while. In the asylum, I didn't like it and I still don't."
A pause. "You can go gallavanting your bisexual pleasures but as for me, I'm content in with that Bristow girl who constantly supervised the meetings. Now, about her. You go after her, Tetch, and you are DEAD. Let me spell that for you. D-E-A-D."
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Post by jervis on Jul 31, 2008 20:04:25 GMT -5
Feeling his face come extremely close to the Joker's, Jervis almost went in for the kill, but declined. He knew the Joker didn't really care for his slightly more than affectionate gestures, even if they were decently pleasurable. He knew the Joker liked it, but would appreciate it a whole lot more if it probably wasn't him.
As Joker ranted on, Jervis went back to giving him the massage of the century. He liked giving, and he was certainly one of best givers out there. He laughed in his mind at the thought. "Oh pish-posh, my gosh. You really think I'd murder some girl just to spend more time with you?" Well, yes, but he was trying to make a point. "You're not that special, Jokey."
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Post by Joker on Aug 19, 2008 14:02:18 GMT -5
a thousand pardons buddy}}
"I'm not talking even on the terms of murder, darling Jervis. I'm saying if you look at her funny or play cat and mouse with her. She's a force to be reckoned with and a serious one at that," he said, finishing his rant as his eyes were in a slit formation with the back rub that Jervis was giving.
For a bisexual (if he was that nowadays, who knew?), Tetch was certainly a pleasurable company man when it came to relaxation and things such as those, eh? Shaking his head, Joker soon popped his neck as a Cuban tune graced the room.
"You know ... you're really good. Haven't changed a bit, but I dare say you could improve on your skills too," he teased mercilessly before turning to face him. "Will you help me with my plans? I have someone already helping but you'd be a great asset too. Rest assured, we'll keep you safe."
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