savetheearth | [closed] don't tell me you love me

Who: Eugen, Karl
When: 9/25
Where: Las Vegas
What: Guy talk and helping a bro out of a belted monstrosity.

[Love. That four letter word that means so much. Why exactly is it plaguing his mind? Karl really doesn't understand it. No, scratch that, he understands it. He knows why it's there, but it just shouldn't be. Rationally speaking, telling anyone that would be a burden on them. He's a burden. A burden that she does not deserve. It's logic. It's truth. It's driving him mad.

Dealing with madness for a few weeks brought upon the realization that this needs to get talked out. Melissa's out. Who better then than the best friend? Okay, the possibility of the information somehow reaching Melissa is possible, but Eugen hardly seems the type to share something of that nature. The guy being in Vegas now also permits for the rare chance to finally use the transporter.

The ride itself goes off without a hitch. Once in Vegas, however, something feels off. Karl frowns. Do his clothes weigh more or is it just post-transporter effects? A glance down reveals that no, it is not. The frown changes instantly into a very uncertain expression. What in the seven layers of hell is he wearing?? ...Knight uniform. Memory says knight uniform. What the hell sort of knight was Kratos? Knight in the servitude of the BDSM court in the nation of Kinktopia? Actually, better question: how the hell does he get this off without an instruction manual?]

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[ If he has to be completely honest, he's a little surprised to receive the call from Karl since they aren't too close, other than the fact that they are both important men to Melissa. But that does make them closely related than he likes to admit, well any sensible man would when faced with a love rival. Still, it's probably important if Karl calls him out of all the people he could possibly talk to. There's no harm in hearing him out and if anything, he gets more ammo to dish him in front of Melissa when the chance present itself. It's a win-win situation for Eugen anyway.

So, what in the name of whoever-the-current-fashion-icon-king-is is that sorry excuse of a garment? ]

If you called me out for fashion advice, I hope you tripped a hundred times on your ride here.

[ Is it any surprise this is Melissa's BFF? ]

[Oh ha ha Eugen, very funny. Karl doesn't even bother looking up at the other man due to being to preoccupied with trying to figure out what the hell to do with these belts. No, that one doesn't button that way... This one won't pop off.... The deadpan shines through in his voice while tugging at the belts on one of his sleeves.]

Rest assured I'm hardly that foolish.

[After one final tug, the cop gives a sign in defeat. This is not something one man alone can defeat. Thankfully, he is not alone. His gaze falls on Eugen.]

I am, however, having difficulty getting this thing off on my own. Mind giving me a hand?

[PLEASE.]

[ In the meanwhile, Eugen only stands there to observes, not wanting to get anywhere near his friend when he's spotting such an embarrassing piece of bondage gear. When it becomes obvious Karl has no idea how to take it off, Eugen is beginning to wonder if it will be wiser to walk away while the cop is preoccupied.

Nope. No chance. ]

Can I say no?

[ Not moving from his spot just yet. ]

[Some help you are Eugen. Karl gives him the most unamused expression ever. You are not leaving him to suffer like this. Nope. No way. Thankfully, Karl knows what to say to possibly get that much needed assistance.]

The reason I asked to speak with you today has to do with Melissa and I won't talk of it until this comes off.

[So PLEASE come help him get this off. He wants to talk and, more importantly, he wants this off.]

[ Well. He could honestly say "nope" and just get as far as he physically can from Karl even if he's curious. He doubts Karl has anyone else to talk to about Melissa, he can simply come back when he doesn't walk around looking like a SM Club member. But because they're friends, he'll have to help anyhow. Teasing and joking are fine but abandoning a friend? No. Even if Karl is giving him enough second-hand embarrassment to last an entire year.

With a heavy sigh, he approaches Karl and starts unbuckling the shoulder straps. ]

What the hell is this supposed to be anyway? I thought you were a magic knight or something.

[A sigh comes at that. Yes yes, it looks nothing like a knight uniform. Karl gives the outfit a quick glance over and resists the urge to sigh once more. Why him? Why this outfit? Why?]

I was. This is a knight uniform. Supposedly.

[Even Karl sounds a bit dubious. How could any nation justify having this as a military outfit. Between the design and the impracticality of it, the creator had to be either a fool or a sadist. ...The latter is actually very fitting.]

[ Eugen gives him the longest what-the-flying-spaghetti look he could manage at the answer. ]

Either you work for a SM King or that world has crap for fashion sense.

[ He only manages to unbutton three buttons before he becomes lost with what to do next. There's no sign of it coming untangle, neither is there any clue where the shoulder straps are connected to. ]

What the hell am I supposed to do with this? It doesn't comes off and there's no joining strap either.

I'm hoping for the latter, myself.

[Crap fashion sense sounds like a winner. He just needs that crap fashion off him asap. He stands still to permit Eugen to start figuring out this puzzle of an outfit at least a little easier.]

Just keep trying. Please.

[He's begging you here, Eugen. Be a bud and keep trying.]

[ He's already being a bud by just standing next to you. It takes a lot more effort to keep himself rooted next to you than to let Melissa nags at him all day long. ]

I'm trying.

[ When unbuttoning what he can doesn't solve their problem, he try slipping Karl's arm out of them, only to be foiled by the uniform because it's clearly not made to be slips out of. ]

I don't understand how anyone can put this on in the first place.

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