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[chem_break]

[ John Hancock has been haunting the halls on the bottommost floor of Neon Flats for exactly five minutes, and it's all for dramatic effect. He's been here from the moment Strong arrived, toting a blindfolded Nick Valentine along behind as per request. He could have sauntered in the moment his Supermutant compadre sat Nick in the chair, and fastened the cuffs to his wrists himself.

As delectable as a notion that was, Hancock felt it didn't quite play into his Kingpin Persona. Especially since said Kingpin would undoubtedly be sporting a dreadfully bruised ego, at this point. No, the ghoul has Nick waiting in the dark, just long enough to make him realize he's being made to wait. There's nothing much in that room for the moment, just This, That, Nick, and the chair he's cuffed to; it's not the final destination of the night. No, this play comes in Three separate acts, because Hancock is apparently quite the showman. Should probably be expected of a guy who dresses in Costumes like Clothing.

Alright, enough fuckin' around. The mechanics of his brain still churn out 'use' in idle moments, but he's continuing to swap the harsher stuff for kinder substitutes. Harm Reduction, in appropriate times and places, feels like a completely fair compromise, especially since his own parts are less replaceable than Nick's. Happy side effect that plant oils and resin leave a better taste in your mouth than jet. So his smile only tastes sweeter than it looks as he slides on his game face and kicks in the door.

The wooden panel swings back harsh and snaps against the wall. The lighting in this place is extremely unique, both clean whites and blues that don't quite exist anywhere else Hancock has ever seen. It might be a tell, if it wasn't already extremely obvious exactly where this 'secret location' is. Strong probably found Nick down the damn street.

Hancock doesn't say anything at first, just allows the slamming door to announce him. He's deliberate with his steps, making the sound of his bootheels on the floor especially clear and pronounced. He takes his time approaching and-- yes, it looks like Nick had been a good enough sport to accept the handcuffs. And that Strong had the dexterity to get them on, and cuff the synth's arms behind his back, through the arms of the chair. Someone get that dude a medal.

The ghoul saunters around in front of Nick, getting into character with a glare of warring distain and desire. Nick can't see him right now anyway, but whatever. The corrupted mayor spares a long moment to light up a spliff and blow the leather-and-pine smoke into Nick's face. Then he kisses his teeth, the same rude-mocking noise he'd thrown at synth during thier first game.

Then he reels back a hand and slaps Nick (not too hard, but enough to tingle-hot) across the face. ]


Val. You ain't been returnin' my calls. I get that you're a sleazy piece'a shit but come on, don't go breakin' my heart [ He measures a decent amount of disgust into his tone-- slows down his speech and cuts his volume, all to force Nick to strain to listen. Hancock is paying extremely close attention here, because an SOS would not be out of line. Despite the planning that's gone into this whole ordeal, Hancock wouldn't begrudge his beau the preference for a night of less carnal activity.

Romantic and Spontaneous does require a certain element of risk taking, though. So here he is, Taking Risks. ]