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The handsy man just wouldn't leave him alone. Nuka smiled tightly, trying to remain chipper, as his a** was grabbed for the third time. Or was it the fourth? Regardless, Nuka was certain that no amount of drinks would convince him that maybe he should spend the night with a guy. He just wasn't interest in the sleeze. And he really did try to tell him. "Mm, not right now, sweetie," he tried again, backing away a bit, gently prying the hand away.

How did one deal with guys like this? Usually, he ended up just leaving with a bouncer escorting him to the car. But he just got to the party. He wasn't ready to leave yet. He wanted to have fun. This grabby guy, however, was preventing it. "Perhaps another time..." he tried again. He wasn't going to give the man another time or any time. Perhaps he would be satisfied with that answer, however.
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With a nice break from his duties, Tores took to his favorite past time of hitting up some club for some enjoyable drinks, music, and possibly company. It'd been a long day of keeping an eye on a celebrity who was out doing daily errands, and getting bothered by nosy paparazzi. It hadn't been too much of a hassle... asides from a few grabby individuals who tried getting too close as well. But Tores had kept them in place, easily. Not many stood up to the towering giant of a man, after all... especially when he loomed over them with that dangerous glint to his sharp eyes. Entering this party though, he noticed almost right off the bat, someone in distress. Lazily letting his eyes roam the scene, as he waltzed in, he could see the discomfort in the smaller who was being pressed by some probably intoxicated bloke. Crooking a brow ever so slightly, Tores sidled on over, a large hand raising to place on the offensive males shoulder. A firm grasp was solidified on the muscle there, fingers digging ever so slightly to make his presence well known to the troublemaker, "Hey there, guy. How about easing off the little beauty here, eh? makin' him uncomfortable, can't ya see?" his voice was smooth and the timber of it rolled in that persuasive tone.
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Nuka would probably have to go home. This... was too uncomfortable and he felt like he wouldn't be able to properly enjoy the night. It was disappointing, since he looked forward to spending this night each week dancing at a club. But there was always next week. Giving a tight smile, he opened his mouth to try again... when another man stepped up to them and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. A friend? Nuka's mouth hung open, forgetting to close it after his attempt to say something. No... not a friend. At least, not to this guy.

Nuka watched curiously as the drunk harrasser was dealt with. He had looked about ready to knock off the hand... until he saw who had a grip on him. At least, the size of the man. And then the drunk had shrugged him off with a mumble and walked away without a backward glance. Nuka slumped into the table behind him, relieved. "Thank you," he murmured happily with a long sigh. "I didn't want to leave early." Nuka straightened up again, peering up at the man with a larger grin, ears perking up a bit. "As thanks, why don't I buy you a drink?" he asked with the barest tilt of his head in question.
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Grinning big as the man obliged Tores' silent threat, he allowed his hand to lift off of the shoulder by the time the other man started to turn and leave. Tores watched and waited until the man was gone entirely before paying attention to the one he'd stood up for.

Looking down to the small grimm, he flashed his sharp toothed grin, chuckling even as he noticed the clear relief spreading on the strangers demeanor. "Not a problem." he replied with easily. The offer had his brows raising with interest though, corners of his lips pulling into a smile, his tail even curving around with interest too! "Well I won't say no to a drink. Mighty kind of you. Especially from a pretty thing." he smirked.
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Nuka worked his mouth for a moment, unsure of what to say. He's been complimented before, sure. And he knew he wasn't ugly. But it was rather... shocking to hear that, thrown out right after finally getting away from someone else who had also been singing his praises. After a moment, he just smiled. No, it wasn't the same. It was a compliment, there was no forcing or touching. And besides, Nuka had invited him for a drink. "Thank you," he chirped again, laughing a little bit before moving around the other.

"Keep this up and I might be thanking you again," he said with a playful eyeroll, tail flicking playfully. He waited for a heartbeat for the man to follow him to the nearby bar before moving over. "What will you be having?" he asked loudly over the noise of being closer to the dance floor, ears twitching to catch anything that the stranger said. He gave him a quick glance under his long lashes, admiring briefly. A hybrid, probably. Quickly, he looked away so as not to be caught looking, He was there to have a fun time dancing, not hook up with strangers. But... it really couldn't hurt to look every now and again, right?
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He waited for the other to start guiding them, giving a little distance, though he couldn't provide too much given how compact and crowded the place was. Still, being a beast of a man had its advantages. It meant he could clear paths easily without any resistance from others. And anyone who did bump into him usually quickly startled away from his imposing posture.

Ears swiveling forward with intrigue at the playful little retort, another chortle rolled deeply from his chest, toothy smile spreading further along his handsome mug, "Oh yeah? Don't you threaten me with a good time." he mused back. The bar seemed to be busy, but the bartender was handling all her customers expertly, without a hitch or even breaking a sweat. Peering at the neon menu up top, Tores skimmed it briefly, before requesting, "How about a Lava Shot?" those were nice and strong, and burned like no tomorrow going down. Really warmed the body up and got you feeling alive! At least... in his not so humble opinion. He easily noticed those wandering eyes.. and even flexed for Nuka to have something even more to look at.
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His ears twitched at the sound of the other's voice, a mischievous grin spreading. "I'm pretty good at giving a good time," he retorted with a laugh, catching the bartender's attention breifly and patiently waiting until she came to take their drink orders. His eyes scanned over the menu, peering at the lava shot. He hadn't tried that one before. Perhaps he should try it as well. "Could I get two Lava Shots?" he asked, giving his information to open up a tab. His first drink of the night.

While waiting for them to be made, he turned from the bar and towards the tall, handsome man. His head tilted ever so slightly, small smile on his lips. "Do you have a name you want to give me?" he mused, moving over as someone elbowed their way to the bar. A very popular place and extra busy for the night. He stepped closer towards his companion to give others more room.
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More laughter bubbled from him, shoulders visibly shaking from his amusement with the saucy little minx it seems he'd stumbled upon. How fun.

Surprise took to his features as his new company took the same order as himself. It had the big lug looking Nuka over again. Someone so small could take on a strong drink like that? This he had to see... smirking to himself, he shifted his weight ever so slightly, letting it rest more on one leg, while his long, large tail curved to provide a blockade for one side of Nuka in an effort to prevent those from bumping into the poor guy. Leaning down at his waist, to poise closer to one of the grimms ears, he gave his name, "I'm Tores. How about yourself?"
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The shots were made quickly and Nuka was sort of disappointed that he didn't see what went into them. But, he smiled and thanked the bartender before picking up the shots carefully, handing one to the hybrid that was leaning close. His ears twitched at the voice that came so near. Tores. He smiled at the other, not back away, and holding up the shots.

"I'm Nuka, Tores," he replied easily with a grin, ear flicking again The other really was close. It made him uncomfortable, but not in the same way that the pawsy guy from early had. "Are these any good?" he asked, holding one of the shots closer to look. He hadn't looked at the ingredients. But he was all about trying new things. He grinned, watching Tores for a moment longer, before downing the shot in one go.

It... was very hard to swallow. His throat burned, his tongue burned, and when he opened his eyes to stare in shock at his companion, tears had reflexively sprung into them. That stuff burned! He coughed over the sensation, turning towards the bar again to frantically ask for water.
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With the returned introduction, he gave a small bob of his head to show acknowledgement. But he was more interested when the shots were passed out, curiously watching the little guy as he poised the glass to his lips.

Holding his own shot glass in preparation, he let it hover near his own mouth while he waited and witnessed the reaction Nuka had to the drink. Unable to help himself, Tores began to boom with laughter, even tossing his head back a hand whipping back to place on his forehead. His assumption was correct! The laughter kept rolling from him as he watched Nuka's panicked attempt to remedy the burn, wiping at a few tears that'd sprung up from his amusement. Straightening out, he gave a content sigh at the predicted outcome, before tossing his drink back with ease, exhaling smoothly as it felt it's effects take their attempt on him. "It's good, huh?" The man teased poor little Nuka.
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Nuka had finally gotten that water he desperately needed and chased down the alcohol with the cooling liquid. It slightly eased the burn, though Nuka wouldn't be surprised if his throat was scalded. How did something room temperature make it feel like he had just poured boiling water down his throat?

He was only slightly miffed at the laughter but it faded quickly, followed by a wry smile, cheeks flushed and eyes still glazed with tears. He continued sipping on his water, vowing to never order that shot again. "Sure it is," he agreed with a playful roll of his eyes. "If the person drinking it loved fire eating." He grinned, then, finally feeling more mirth from the situation. He turned to the bartender, ordering a Sunset shot, something he favored due to the juice-like taste. Finally, his attention was fully on Tores, mind feeling the beginning effects of that strong shot. "Do you come here to dance or just watch?" he asked breezily, head doing it's slightest tilt, eyes hooded as he felt a small buzz begin. The lava stuff had been painful but pretty effective.
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Being the big guy he was, drinks didn't take their toll on him for quite some time. Or rather, quite a few drinks in. So all he felt was the delightful burn that it gave.

He hummed softly in thought at the question, slowly letting his eyes rise up and search for the answer there. "A bit of both, I guess." a more mischevious grin curled on his lips though after a beat of silence from him, "And maybe a good tussle." it was no secret he kept that combat was his favorite activity of all. And it wasn't too difficult to find in a place like this from time to time, where plenty let alcohol control them.
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Nuka grinned, downing his next shot. That tasted sooo much better. He shivered a bit, feeling the effects of the alcohol, and moved a bit more closer to the big guy.

"Well," he murmured softly, before realizing that Tores may not be able to hear him through the noise. "I can provide you a dancing partner for now. I'm not much of a watcher myself," he told him with a coy grin, before turning to put the glass on the bar. He looked over his should at the other, eyes hooded. "As for a good tussle, we'll just have to see how good of a dancer you are," he jested playfully before past the other, ducking around the tail. He grinned over his shoulder again, jerking his head towards the press of bodies all moving. "So, what do ya say?" he asked, rather forward. He didn't usually go home with guys after dancing the night away but he may make an exception just this once. Maybe.
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Head tilting himself at the continued teasing from Nuka, he couldn't help chuckling lightly and shaking his head. Slowly he followed after, people once again naturally providing a berth for him as he pressed past. "I wouldn't say no to some dancin." he replied easily enough. But the idea of going fist to fist with this tiny thing had Tores laughing again, unable to take such an offer seriously. Sure he'd come to know plenty of little warrirors who could battle at his level but... he had a feeling this was not the case for this grimm.

Melding into the group of bodies, he made a small pocket for him and Nuka, his tail once again curving to help make sure the shorter didn't get jostled too much by those surrounding them.
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Nuka grinned at the laughter, leading the way into the group of bodies. It was easier to move to a spot than it had before. And there was more room for some reason. Nuka wondered if it had something to do with his companion for the night.

Once they had gotten to a deep enough spot, Nuka turned around, grinning up at the handsome man, body swaying more with the music, ears twitching every which away to absorb all the noise that surrounded him. Even without the two shots, just the environment would intoxicate him. Unshyly, he began to move to the music, which involved a lot of bouncing, swaying, and head tossing. He didn't need a partner to dance but he sure did like one. His hips moved to the music, became one with the music, his eyes hooded and even closed sometimes. He sometimes forgot that Tores was there. And when he did remember his companion, his eyes snapped over to the other, bright eyes locking onto Tores's. A sly smile appeared on his lightly sheened face, moving ever so closer.
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While some room had been created on his own accord, the throng began to close in on some of the created space. This limited a lot of the movement Tores was able to do, give his size.

But he was able to still move to the music, taking amusement in following some of Nuka's movements, while watching the interesting confidence sprouting from the little guy. An easy smirk kept placed on his face as he became mostly just an audience for the grimm's dance session. Seems he was enjoying himself! Head tilting slightly at the closer proximity between them now, Tores playfully mimicked the same expression right back to Nuka. It could be entertaining to see how people acted in settings like these.
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He danced for some time, moving to the music, and had eventually gotten rather close to Tores, sometimes touching, sometimes not. He was caught up in the atmosphere, in the sounds, in the heat.

It wasn't until his legs were burning and aching from the constant moving did he finally slowed, back to Tores, head turned to look at him. He gave a breathless laugh, eyes bright, face flushed. "You're not too bad," he mused, before stopping the dance and turning around. He opened his mouth to speak before realizing his voice would probably get lost with the noise. And so, grinning, he took the big hybrid's hand and tugged at him to follow him back to the bar area.
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As it were, Tores could only move so much in the cramped space. So he mostly just followed the sway and motions of Nuka, curiously quirking a brow from the occasional contact, but nothing more. It was cute, really, seeing the little guy so caught up in the sway of music, and fueled by drink.

Seeing he exhaustion written on the pretty face, Tores wasn't all too surprised when his company began moving from their dancing spot, following as he was guided along. A chuckle rolled from him, "I'm not sure I would call what I did good. But you're pretty good, that I can tell."
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Nuka gave a grin, laughing as he hopped up onto a bar stool. It really was fun when you found someone to have fun with. Sure, Nuka could spend the night dancing and not speak to anyone without a problem. It was still fun. But... it was nice to have a companion for the night.

And it certainly kept away unwanted groping.

Smiling cheekily, he leaned forward on the bar stool, eyes hooded. Sometimes, though rarely, he would also find a companion to, well, keep him warm at night. And, appearance-wise, Tores more than fit the bill. But... He hummed and then grinned. "Wanna head out of here and grab a bite to eat? I'm starvin'," he chirped, hopping off the bar stool that he had briefly occupied. He had been going to get another drink but decided against it.
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Curiously watching the body language being expressed by the smaller, the well trained guard could deduce a pretty good gauge on the others current state. A light weight it seemed. Not terribly surprising, considering it took a lot to make Tores even feel the grace of a buzz. He was a tree of a man, after all. But his interest was piqued at the mention of food, razor sharp teeth revealed again as his grin peeled across his face, interest lighting his eyes, "hey I won't ever turn down food. What're ya feelin?" Instantly his mind was constructing a list of nearby eateries. So eager, he was already looking for the easiest way out, starting for a door that was nearby, creating that berth again with just his mass. He would look back to make sure the influenced Nuka was following ok, and wasn't getting messed with.
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Nuka was definitely feeling the buzz. He was small and lithe and even though he came to the club almost weekly, he usually didn't drink. Just dance. But the lava shot followed by his own fruity shot had his face flushed and reservations gone.

He followed after the man, amused that he could walk without bumping shoulders. If he stepped close enough, that is. The crowd seemed to spill back into their usual place like water almost immediately and Nuka's legs had to double time to keep up with Tores's long legged strides. Not the Nuka minded. "Pancakes," he decided after a hum, grinning. He. Loved. Pancakes. "Do you like sweets, Tores?" He asked, relieved to see the exit of the club. His usual enthusiasm for the club was gone. For the first time, he was eager to leave. With his company in tow.
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Holding the door open that lead out to slightly chilled fresh air, he waited for Nuka to pass through before following out entirely. His shoulders rolled, and massive arms raised over his arms in a stretch. It'd been cramped in there for a hulking Goliath like him. A few tendons popped to release some tension here and there too, the thick ruff of his fur accessory rising and falling with the motions of his shoulders. Trained eyes swept the area around them in normal fashion, eyeballing a few individuals who had a looming gaze on the smaller with him.

Once again, in true nature to his job, Tores kept himself positioned to shield Nuka somewhat, and let his large tail curve behind to provide additional clear body language. Thumbs hooked and hung on the lip of his pants comfortably, while he hummed blissfully at the thought of the prospected food. "Pancakes sound good." He nodded along, "I'm more of a savory man, I like my meat. But sweets are good too. When done right."
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Nuka, oblivious to his surroundings and certainly those heavy gazes, looked up to Tores, grinning. Savory? So that meant... meat. Right. He wasn't much of a meat lover himself but... "Next time, we'll have to go out to a steakhouse maybe?" he offered before realizing he had implied that they would see each other again. He looked away briefly, opening his mouth to correct his assumption... before closing it. Being forward wasn't a bad thing all the time, right? Besides, he did enjoy his time with Tores, however short. Perhaps it was the fact that not once had he'd been bumped into, groped, or pressured by drunkards? His ears twitched. Surely that was because of the very large man.

Nuka was intimidated by the size, sure enough. He was on the shorter side himself, a few inches taller than five foot. But even if he'd been on the taller side, Nuka highly doubted he would still be tall enough to reach the giant's height. His ears flickered nervously before he reminded himself that Tores had done nothing of the sort to warrant such nerves. Reminding himself didn't help him feel any less like a rabbit in the company of a wolf. He wasn't scared. Just... overwhelmed. Perhaps the lack of the crowd and dark interior had hidden the true size of the man. Or the drink was wearing off. Nuka decided to fill in the silence to distract his nerves. "So, what do you do?" he asked with a small, nervous smile.
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His ears pricked at the declaration, peering down to the inibriated grimm, only to offer him a curious sort of smirk, "That mean you wanna see more of me, eh?" he leaned down to tease the little shorty some more. "I do love me some steak though. Really hits the spot." a hum rumbled deep, like a purr, in his chest which was easily audiable. A few idiots were bold--or perhaps stupid-- enough to bump against his encircled tail, which earned them a snap or n** from the guarding tail. This caused a few yelps and peeps of surprise--and/or pain-- to surface from time to time from those that did get too close. But Tores didn't even react.

Slowly raising back to his intimidating posture, his eyes began to roam the streets again, pleased by the fear he saw in many that kept scuttling around the two of them. Or those who did meet his line of sight, cowered, or paled from the sharp teeth he would flash in response. But those eyes of his were so severe, and intense... like a predator, ever attentive and watching. The posed question had him looking back down to his little companion, puffing up a touch with pride, "I'm a bodyguard. Pays well, and I get to do what I like. How about you?"
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The deep purr had Nuka's fur standing up a bit, goosebumps racing across his skin. He stared, eyes intent on Tores's though wide... before he gave a small, nervous smile. He let out a laugh, though it was cut short as his companion was bumped into. He opened his mouth to apologize -afterall, he had been the one distracting Tores- but it seemed the man was well used to dealing with situations as such. Nuka shut his mouth, moving his eyes away from the strangers and straight ahead. After a few seconds, his eyes slid to the corner of it's sockets, peering up at Tores sideways. He hadn't reacted much. Did he control the tail or was it a mind of it's own, attached to him? Shades's tails fascinated him and baffled him. Of course, it would be rude to ask.

Tores certainly was intimidating. Nuka couldn't help to wonder once more if he was in over his head. But... his heart was hammering and there was a certain thrill at seeing someone so bold and proud. Someone who didn't go with the flow but instead, carved out a path for himself. Nuka could almost envy him Almost.

Nuka gave a laugh that surprised even him and quickly went to cover his mouth. He just couldn't imagine it. Well.. maybe. But he had imagined something more... well, he wasn't quite sure what he had been imagining. But a bodyguard hadn't been it. Yet... hadn't he helped him out at the club? And kept others away the entire time? Nuka gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry," he murmured, hesitantly touching his fingertips to the male's arm before drawing it back. "It sounds... dangerous," he mused, deciding to not call it thrilling. He reddened a bit, hand coming up to play with the choker on his neck. It was a bit embarrassing, telling his occupation to someone he met at a night club. Sure, he still had his own needs outside of the academy but... He still felt the tiniest bit of guilt at his indulgences. Just a tiny bit. "I'm a caretaker at the Academy. For Freshlings," he told him with a hesitant grin.
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He was surprised by the laugh, to be sure, but he only raised his own brows to show as such. A light snort came from him though as a result. What was so funny? Bodyguarding was kind of out there, wasn't it? Tores lit up significantly at the mention of his careers nature, a wry grin contorting on his toothy mouth, "I'd hope it was, or it wouldn't be nearly as fun." he loved the thrill. Fed off of it. "Really gets the blood pumpin'." a gesture of an arm flex and curl was made as if to represent the invigoration his work gave.

Another curious reaction from the petite in that reddening face, making Tores tilt his head inquisitively. What had him all flustered now, hm? The returned information had the large man give a long 'ahhh' in understanding, "Hey there's nothing wrong with that. Lotta responsibility in that I'd take, having to watch other peoples kids." he paused, before snickering, "and really, it's kinda like what I do, 'cept probably not so dangerous, eh?" after all, you had to protect, care, and watch over small children who were put in your care. A lot like bodyguarding!
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Nuka could easily disagree but only gave a cheeky smile. If the other liked danger, sure. Besides, it would be better to protect from danger rather than seeking it. "You seem good at your job. If I ever need a bodyguard, I certainly know who to call," he jested with a laugh. It was ridiculous. Why would a freshling caretaker ever need a bodyguard? His job was one of the safest. He was only in danger of impudent behavior and mysterious stains.

"Oh, I live danger day by day," he said in mock seriousness, attempting to conceal a smile and keep his face serious. His eyes nearly watering from the effort of keeping in a laugh. They had been walking a block or two and his eyes were drawn to a neon sign. He sometimes liked going to that diner after the club. Usually by himself, though there was the rare company. "A hungry or cranky freshling is risky," he pointed out before his serious expression melted into a mirthful grin.
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At this, Tores visibly puffed up, muscles tightening along his milky and cosmo dyed skin. That toothy shark smile shined along his face as he made a very dramatic pose: one arm flexed in a curl upwards, the other flexed and curled along his stomach, "I can promise you that you wouldn't be disappointed." a playful little wink was sent the others way, "I'm not called on often by a boat load of clients for no reason, after all. " not to brag... but it was true. And hey, what was wrong with bragging a little, eh?

Relaxing his stance, he let his gaze follow where Nuka's went, eyeing the diner, his nose twitching to scent the air for the perfumes that may waft from it. Turning his attention back to his company, he smirked wryly, "Sounds real daunting. I'm not so sure I could do it myself." kids weren't exactly something he had a lot of experience with. Besides, he always figured he'd be bad with them, what with how rough around the edges he was. "Ayy, hanger ain't a joke." he mused with a chuckle. "I'll bet you do real well at your job too. Plus, bet the kids can't help but listen to a pretty thing like you." he gave a nonchalant roll of his shoulders, his tail giving a little nod in agreement.
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Nuka blinked before a laugh bubbled out of him How dramatic! It was certainly... well, it was cute, though Nuka never thought he'd classify this sort of man to that word. But it reminded him of those freshlings who would flaunt about the itty bit of bump they have for muscles. Except, Tores certainly had more than a small bump. Still, he laughed and waved his hand to try and excuse his laughing. As though to say he wasn't laughing at him. Well, not truly. "S-Sorry," he gasped when he could finally catch his breath. "You just... reminded me of someone," Nuka vaguely explained with hints of giggles. Oh, he hoped he didn't offend the bigger man. It really was too cute but how does one explain that without further offending?

Still chuckling a little bit, he shook his head, fluffy hair swaying. "You'll be surprised how resilient kids are. There's a lot of room for error in my career; as long as it's a small one, that is," he mused. Nuka certainly didn't know he couldn't let kids eat sweets after a certain time or that they weren't allowed to run in the halls. Trial and error was what got him to where he was now.

Nuka laughed. "I guess it... isn't..." his voice trailed off, eyes widening, before he let out a nervous laugh. It wasn't like he didn't know his own looks. He certainly had enough attention and he wasn't lacking in confidence in that department. But Tores was just so... blunt! Cheeks reddened, he gave Tores a wry smile. That confidence to just say whatever is on your mind... Nuka was a little bit envious of it. "They seem to take advantage of it," he decided to say instead. "Can't blame them. A small pout and I admit, I feel bad enough to let them off whatever scolding I was gonna give," the grimm mused. He tried to imagine Tores with the freshlings... for some reason, all he could see was the fearless kids using the giant of a man as their own jungle gym. The imagery brought a dimpled smile.
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The laughter couldn’t help but ignite and get the big man going as well. His shoulders shook lightly from his rumbling deep chuckles, tickled by the cute responses he was getting from the Grimm. Heck if it was at the expense of himself, the hybrid didn’t care. “Nothing to be sorry about. Nothing wrong with laughin.” He assured easily. “It’s good for ya.”

His eyes flashed up when he noticed a very open, old school styled eatery. Artfully names ‘Breakfast House’. It was a typical well known breakfast joint that had plenty for those who loved their typically morning foods. Sweet and savory foods galore! Attention easily swept up by the enticing sight, his tail reminded him of the one right beside him as well, looking back to Nuka to give gesture to the restaurant. “How’s this place look to ya?” Seemed only proper to ask before just guiding them on in.

A low sort of thoughtful hum emitted from the large man, brows drawing close as Nuka confessed his little dilemma. “They like to work one over on ya, huh?” Tores repeated in his own words. He hadn’t been around kids to form an opinion on them, but he knew they could be wily and cunning even at young ages. Watching the contortions of the pretty grimms face shifting, he decided to keep the same mood flowing,”well I could always give them a little talkin to. Let ‘um know how lucky they are ‘n all that.” Another thought popped into his head, one along the lines of both subjects, “bet they get real nice snacks, huh? If they don’t wanna be good, I’m always willing to eat those treats instead.” Kids always got those real nice snacks, didn’t they? Fresh fruits and veggies. A little dessert and some kind of protein. Kids had it nice.
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Nuka was glad the large man didn't seem to take offense. Quite the opposite; he joined right in with the laughter.

His eyes lit up as they drew closer to their destination. "Looks awful but it's a great place," he pointed back. Breakfast House was a popular place he liked to visit after a night of clubbing. Being open at all hours of the night also helped with their business in this district. Easily guided, Nuka felt his mouth watering as the sweet scents drifted to him. Oh, he was hungry. The buzz he had been feeling wore off and now, there was just a pleasant... contentment.

He allowed Tores to lead them to a table, nodding at the rephrase. "They're just too cute... And so innocent," he murmured, reddening a bit. That wasn't a good reason to not scold them when wrong was done but it was the best he could give.

Tores's suggestion about what could be done had Nuka's eyes widening, baffled. Eat their snacks? What an outrageous punishment. He laughed. "That just may work. The kids would love you, I think. Though, I think they'd tire even a giant like you out. You'll be a walking swingset for them," he pointed out. "You'll probably have them in tears over actually eating their snacks, though. That's gold for them," the grimm chuckled, shaking his head as he scooted into a cracked vinyl red booth. He hoped there was enough room for Tores and his tail. Adjusting his tail, he picked up the menu, which had a small sticky part from spilled syrup. He liked to order something different each time.
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If the appearance wasn’t enough to express how old and out of touch the place was, there was an old jukebox that was dingy and had terrible patch up jobs that played horrifically stale music. But because of that, it was pretty comical. There were already a few people following their line of thought, one couple was going at it in a booth, locked like mating snakes, mouthing one another ceaselessly. It had Tores snort softly under his breath in amusement. “Yeah, despite how out of date it is, foods not bad.” He agreed.

A snicker bled in soon after with the next round of admittance from his darling company, making Tores have to lean a little to get a better look at the rosey face, “aww they really warm your heart, eh? Got a weakness for the little ones, I see.” He cooed, before turning wry, “I’m not sure they’re all innocent. I’ve heard a few can really give ya a run for your money. Smart little tykes, those ones.” A few of his fellow employees would rave about their witty children, and the chaos they could create. Oh but this line of thought had him wondering now, “got any of your own yet?”

He waited patiently for Nuka to get comfortable first before sliding in beside the little thing. His tail, on the other hand, slid under the table to take the whole other side of the booth, sitting as if it were a separate person entirely! Being as large as him, it needed all the space, after all. A burly arm stretched to rest along the back of the top of the booth, curving behind Nuka. The menus were already there from the last customers, the clear covering fogged and damaged in various areas, but the selection readable for the most part. Flipping it open with his other hand, Tores chuckled on, “oh yeah? Well that’s an idea. Sounds like it’d be fun.” He smirked smugly, “though I’m not sure how a school would feel having a bodyguard showing up for career day.” He chortled again, shoulders and chest shaking slightly from his own cause for laughter.
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Nuka's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the head of the tail pop out on the other side. He hadn't been expecting that. Crowded into the corner of the booth but not feeling uncomfortable with it, Nuka twisted slightly to face Tores more, his surprise over the tail sitting on the other side like another person passing. Shade tails were already surprising, this man's shocked him even more so. "Oh, there are certainly some who are more trouble than charm. But then... that's sort of their charm as well," he admitted with a wry look. "None of my own, though. Just hasn't been... the right time," he said decidedly. He really hadn't pondered imbuing a stone and raising a freshling. He had his fill at the school so much as it was, the need was already fulfilled. Some day, he would love children, of course. "Besides, it feels like I have so many children already," he said decidedly. "Do you?" he wondered, head tilting a bit as he looked at the hybrid. He was so close now, body heat radiating. Averting his eyes at the sudden feel of self awareness, he busied himself looking at the menu again. He would get pancakes. With chocolate chips. And whipped cream. He would need to jog extra this week to work off all of it.

"A bodyguard isn't such a suspicious occupation. I think you'd be just fine," Nuka mused. Well, there would certainly be a few cowed by such a large man. And it wasn't like they'd be able to tell Tores was a bodyguard from first glance. But surely it would be fine?

Nuka shook his head. Who knew if this went beyond one night? Tores may never visit or even see him again. Of course, Nuka wouldn't mind seeing the hybrid more. But he shouldn't be so presumptuous and assume it was likewise vise versa.
A harried waitress came up to the table, wisps of hair escaping her pulled back hair. She looked to be function by sheer consumption of coffee. She asked for their drink orders and Nuka immediately answered. "A hot chocolate, please!" Perhaps he was getting to many sweets. But he was in a real craving for sweet things at the moment.
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Golden eyes skimmed along the various menu options with interest, brows quirking or raising here and there, with the occasional and rare frown at a few less desirable foods listed. Large ears would waver and twitch and Nuka spoke, before finally pulling his gaze away from the tantalizing foods that were offered. The guy sure had a good way of looking at things like personality quirks. Tores could respect that. As such a small comfortable nod was bobbed a few times to regard such forward thinking. Gods know he’d been misunderstood more times than he could count.

A long ‘hmmmmm’ was drawn out from the burly man, a sound of approval and understanding, “yeah that makes sense. Having so many of everyone else’s kids to take care of would kinda make them feel like your own. I could see that.” His lips pursed forward in an additional expression of his agreement. “Nah none of my own. Can’t say I’ve ever really thought about ‘um either. Always got my mind on my work.” This time it was his turn for a wry grin that cracked a peek of his razor sharp teeth. “Not even sure I’d make good parenting material or not, either.” He suddenly pondered aloud, a hand raising to rub at his perfectly chiseled jaw.

Peering down to the small, his grin seemed to spread significantly,”oh yeah? Don’t think they’d be too spooked at my stories huh?” This made the large man seem to light up tremendously, launching into a rather gruesome tale of a recent client he had to protect... and the offenders who had threatened them getting a literal head caved in.... along with some other unsightly injuries. Courtesy of yours truly. Giving a long, content sigh, clearly proud of the reminisced story, glowing eyes lazily lifted up to the waitress as she appeared. Offering her a polite smirk, he requested a black coffee, something more on his page of tastes.
With the drinks sent in, he looked back at Nuka... brow raising with a sudden expression of curiosity and confusion. “Hm. Still. Seems a darn shame someone like you not getting swept off their paws. Or maybe you like to do the sweeping.” At this a deep belly of a laugh came from his open teeth. “Got a friend of mine who’s got a little cute guy that’s head over heels for ‘um. But the daft guy doesn’t even notice it seems.” He shakes his head and gives a tut, “maybe you got yourself one of them situations, eh?” He leaned in a little with a playful wink.
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Nuka peered at him, considering. Who was he to judge who was capable of being a parent and who wasn't? He wasn't even one, himself. And so, he gave a dainty shrug and a grin. "Well, I'm pretty sure keep a child safe is part of good parenting material. I think you can check that off the list, being a bodyguard and all," he mused, goosebumps rushing down his arms and the back of his neck at the sight of the teeth in the brighter setting. It was... unnerving. He felt like a rabbit next to a wolf. Or a fish near a shark. Yet, the shock of fear was spiked with... excitement? Nuka would have to ponder over this later, this side of him he didn't know he had.

Tores was an enigma so far and Nuka was eager to see what else he could find out. Someone so frightening and dangerous looking. Yet his job was to keep clients safe. Could he frighten Nuka while protecting him? The thrill of it set his heartbeat quickening and he quickly squashed the thought. He didn't think he had a danger fetish. Perhaps that's what it was.

As the man told his story, Nuka blanched at some parts, gasped on others, eyes wide and soaking it in. He visibly winced at the part about the head caving in, shaking his head in disbelief. No, Tores didn't just look dangerous. He gave a breathless laugh. "I think I'm glad for my career choice. I'd hate to be the one... threatening." he said with a queasy smile before shaking his head. He wasn't good with violence. Even seeing it. He didn't know if that would ease with exposure or not. He surely hoped not. "But, I suppose a story like that would... spook a few," he agreed hesitantly. He wouldn't doubt that the imagery would be invading his dreams eventually. He shuddered.

Excited to get the cocoa and eventually, pancakes, he leaned against the wall, body angled towards Tores, leg somewhat pulled up to him as he got comfortable. He huffed, shaking his head. "If someone is fawning over me, I would prefer they'd gather up the nerve to spell it out," Nuka declared, though he doubted he could do the same thing. Still, how was he supposed to know if someone was interested in him, if they didn't say it? His hands moved to pick up a sugar packet, playing with it between his fingers. "Though, I haven't really found anyone I would want to... settle with. I'm fine with just having fun for the time being," he said decidedly before putting the packet down and leaning forward to grin up at the dangerous man. "How about you? Anyone you're making eyes at? Or making eyes at you?" Nuka was glad he got it out before he lost the nerve.

He really was curious, if for more selfish reasons he didn't care to admit. He wasn't, however, prude enough to deny that he did want Tores. Whether once or twice, or even more, Nuka didn't know. He just wanted to try it once, at least. Perhaps that would be enough. The more he thought on it, the more he craved it. Perhaps it was something to do with that new thrill he'd been experiencing in Tores's presence. He had had every intention of going home alone for the night, after pancakes. But maybe... Nuka sighed at his train of thought. Maybe he should wait and test the waters more before getting himself worked up.

His ears perked up at the sight of the drinks, wrinkling his nose playfully at the black coffee. "A little sweetness never hurts," he told Tores with a grin, cupping his hands around his cocoa and bringing it up for a small sip, enjoying the contrast of the cold whipped cream on top. He made a show of rolling his eyes upwards and moaning, a bit too exaggerated before casting Nuka a playful grin. "Delicious," he said decidedly.
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