DCEU Prompt Post #1

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Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!

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OP Self-Fills: 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

//hahaha I got way too excited that people actually liked this concept and started to write it myself? This is a bit rushed bc I wanted to claim it quickly, but.

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Chato warily eyes his booth neighbor's sign.

"ASK ABOUT 18+ WORK!!!" it boldly proclaims, before trailing off into a series of quickly sketched smiley faces. Underneath those, "i card for yiff and clop".

He goes back to re-reorganizing his buttons. A row of Sombras, a row of Ninhursag. Two of El Dogablo himself, then one of Chutriel. A final row of Ghatunothoa.

The last button pins to foam, and he sits back to admire his handiwork.

42 buttons, his own work. He did this. He did this himself -- punched them out, assembled them. 42 whole buttons.

Shit, it's way too many. It's way, way too fucking many -- shit, shit. An hour into the con, and he can already he's going to be in the red.

Sweat beads on the inside of his hands. No, not now--

A loud creak startles him, and he whips around.

His neighbor's leaning back in his cheap metal folding chair. "This your first con?"

"Third," Chato scowls.

"First furry con?"

"...yes." He doesn't think he likes this man very much.

"Let me give you some advice then, mate." Neighbor straightens his ugly blue jacket, like he's about to make some grand proclamation. "Just relax. You keep fiddling with the merch, people will think you're busy and walk past."

Chato clicks his fingers against the buttons. "Thanks," he grits out, teeth clenched. The fact that the advice is completely sound only makes him madder.

"I'm Digger," neighbor says, and extends a hand. "Like your tats, by the way."

Chato takes it, even though he can see the dirt caked under Digger's fingernails. After all, Digger likes Chato's ink; maybe he isn't a complete piece of human garbage.

His lips twitch upwards.

"Also, stop trying to smile. You have this freaky-ass skeleton grin, it's scaring people off."

Chato pulls his hand back.

Never. Mind.

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//Internet cookies to whoever guesses where Chato's OCs are from ;)