Dalton Castle is flamboyant. He loves peacocks and animals of any kind. He's handsome and enjoys beautiful things, and he'd definitely not asked for these muscles. So he thinks that it's no question he'd be wanted hungrily in any federation lucky to sign him... but when he gets booked to ROH, he can't help but think he's missing something. Something important. Something that will help him to stand out even more... something or someones who will give him a certain edge.
So, first day on the job, he goes scouting. Steeples his fingers and examines every person who crosses his path. Asks questions of a few who may look promising, shows some signs of being what he's looking for... but none of them intrigue him, none of them have that certain factor. So he passes them by, leaves them disappointed and brokenhearted.
It takes a good hour and he's about to lose hope when he sees it. Two beautiful heads of sleek, black hair and softly bronzed skin that he wouldn't mind touching, he thinks. Twins? His suspicion is confirmed when he walks up to them and clears his throat, both boys jumping and turning to look at him. They're so young, so beautiful, so... new. His face immediately lights up and he all but coos at them, wrapping an arm around each boys' shoulders and drawing them into him. "Hello, my boys," he says smoothly. "Mind if I ask you each something?"
Both exchange glances before shaking their heads, looking at him curiously. "What- what is it?" the one on the left asks, biting his lip slightly. Dalton thinks he's precious, trying to be brave and all.
"I am looking for that certain something to help me soar in this company. I think you two have it." He runs his hand down each of their faces, watching as the boy on the left leans in, lips parting ever so slightly. "What do you say?" He's slightly disappointed when neither jump at the opportunity, exchanging glances, but opts to give the boy on the left the chance to sway his twin. "If you need to discuss it, then by all means... I will wait over here..." Which he does, proving just how patient and giving he could truly be as the boys whisper and offer quick glances his way now and again.
It's with no huge surprise when they return a few minutes later to accept his gracious offer, the boy on the left still staring at him with something close to adoration. Already. He smiles back at the boy and claps his hands. "Delicious! Now... I suppose it's only fair we introduce ourselves. My name is Dalton Castle."
"Brandon Tate," the boy on the right says.
"Brent Tate."
Dalton smiles at this, reaching out to shake both of their hands. "It's been a pleasure to meet both of you. Now," he says, casting a searching gaze over both of them and considering what would best accenuate their features. "Let's see what we can find for you to wear, hm?"
That night, he comes to the ring with the boys by his side, fans working desperately and doing his bidding at the snap of his finger. It's a bit demeaning, he supposes, but it gets their foot in the door in the business... and they will be handsomely rewarded very soon.
He waits as they slowly unzip him down to his gear, pulling away the pooling fabric before stepping away as he lifts his arms and stomps forward, staring up at the bright lights and trying not to smile. When he looks down, his eyes lock on Brent and he allows himself one, tiny little quirk of a lip. Very, very soon.