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There's also one custom item included:
- A Ulfberht Sword with the promise that he'll be able to test his skills soon.]
[ With any luck, Squalo's cooled off enough by now to acknowledge that he should take nice things whenever he gets them rather than try to throw it back in his face. ]
[One late evening, some guests will return to their beds to find a note left for them upon their pillow or desk. It will read:]
FROM THE DESK OF Lucifer to Squalo Superbi
Squalo,
It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that an unnamed penitent has chosen to add the sin of neglect of prayer and church attendance to your list. This has unfortunately extended your contract.
[ So much that he's actually pretty sure who it came from. Hector did ask him first, after all. Their deal of sorts. Squalo had hundreds if not thousands of sins anyway, he doubts one means anything. Especially one this fucking dumb. ]
...really? You couldn't pick anything that sounds less wussy?
[ ...if he thinks about it, though. That guy's entire list is probably wussy. ]
[So at some point when Xanxus is likely to be out, because Bucky is an assassin and he does his homework, there will be a knock on Squalo's door.
Bucky looks pretty much nothing like he did as a teenager-- hair's longer, different build, and neatly trimmed facial hair. But he leaves his arm exposed so it's probably not too hard to put together who the guy is. When the door opens he holds up a six back of beer like a bribe.]
[ He looks different, but not that different -- it's possible to see the boy's face in him if you take a moment, and luckily, Squalo's not entirely surprised to see him. He had noticed the man a couple times within the last week or so, looking his way, and figured that maybe he wanted something. But then, he seemed to be putting in a respectable amount of effort to not be noticed. It was... curious. ]
[ That, and it's a testament to his skill that he manages to find Squalo alone. It's really a lot easier to catch him somewhere else, as Xanxus rarely if ever ventures out. ]
[ Squalo reaffirms Bucky's identity by checking out that arm, then eyes his face for a moment longer. He barely knows him, but there's no reason to believe he's a threat right now. The fake family stuff went about as well as one could expect with the circumstances... and really, the man seems interesting. ]
[ Looks like it's a chance he's taking. ]
Sure.
[ He doesn't take the beer, but he does open the door wider and step aside to allow him to come in. ]
[ The room's surprisingly tidy -- well, maybe a few leftover bottles of hard liquor rolling around from after the room service's last visit, but otherwise everything's clean and the giant bed is made and everything. ]
It has been a full year since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it twelve months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.
I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.
Access to a room that has very rare swords of all kinds, including one that once belonged to an angel.
A vision of Squalo and Xanxus living a luxurious life in Hell, with anything they could possibly want, should they continue playing nice by Hell's rules.
Two vouchers to free Xanxus of any future torture.
Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.
When he answers, it's Francis, notably wearing a different collar than the last time they'd seen each other. The blonde is holding a bottle of wine in one hand, fingers around the neck of dark green glass.
It's a bottle of red, and the label is in Italian. Francis looks mildly irritated, but not actually upset. But a moment after Squalo opens the door he scowls and shoves the bottle toward him.]
Here. Take it.
[His tone is vaguely insistent, but he also doesn't sound overly pleased about it.]
[ Squalo actually opens it - testament of him being in an at least okay mood, maybe a bit surprising considering his recently getting murdered and then tortured to hell and back for two weeks. But hey, some things got sorted, that's the important part. ]
[ And while as far as he's concerned he was never actively malicious to Francis during their fun and short time together, a gift is the last thing he expects. ]
[ A pretty good one, too. It's hard enough to get decent booze in Hell, Italian usually required pestering Lucifer himself. ]
[ He raises his eyebrows. He takes it. He turns it over in his hands. ]
Like you mentioned before, you don't need to report to me
[ optimist filter: he doesn't mind being in the same spaces at least??? ]
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Try and stop me
Bitch
[ doing stupid things is his whole thing and he doesn't normally believe or admit that but trust him to never back down from what he takes as a challenge]
[ Oh, that's nice. Very nice. He's speaking so well, too. While it takes Squalo a moment to even guess who this is, he's already preemptively placated, and the praise just adds to it. ]
Well. If you want to learn from the expert, there's no better way than experiencing it firsthand.
[ Yeah he's totally forgotten to even ask for anything in return. Nice job buttering up to him, kiddo. ]
[It's unusually hot in Xanxus and Squalo's suite. And one might think, given the residents and location, that that is not an accurate statement. It's always hot here. But no, it's unusually hot for a suite in Hell inhabited by a fire-powered alcoholic. Hot enough for the air to shimmer and wave.
It's been a slow enough rise in temperature, though, that it might not be noticable at first. Unless Squalo is just coming home. The first thing that might really tip him off is something breaking in the bathroom but really, that could still be Xanxus. Maybe it's instead the scent of cinnamon and gasoline that tip him off that something is wrong.]
[ It's always unusually hot here even by Hell's standards, because yes, Xanxus likes the heat a little too much and Squalo's dickwhipped enough not to complain about it. The air actually doing that weird thing it does in Sahara at midday however? Yeah, that's way extra. ]
[ Let's say Squalo has been out, and he makes a beeline for the AC to check whatever the hell is going on. The settings are the same as usual however, so the heat has to be coming from somewhere else. ]
Xanxus?..
[ He carefully follows the noise. That's not right, Xanxus being mad didn't usually result in... this. He'd expect an immediate conflagration, or all the glass on the floor outright exploding. And why would he be in the bathroom? Did he hear something he didn't like and was breaking all of Squalo's stuff? But it's strangely tame in that case. Also, he'd definitely wait for him to see and hear it. ]
[ Then he recognizes Dodger's stank and everything falls into place. ]
[ Okay, not really everything. This is something that hasn't happened since... god, for months now. Since Xanxus showed up in Hell, maybe before that. Good old tub times. ]
[ Actually, having a huge statue of himself, especially in a battle-purposed area, is basically a dream come true for him. Well, he wouldn't mind, like, ten of those, but it's a start. ]
[ He's definitely going to hang out near the statue just to gloat (and probably try to challenge whoever comes by to a duel). Finally, some fucking acknowledgement. ]
[ ...and he'll save that five weapons redeem card for later. ]
[ There's no response for an almost worryingly long while, however as it turns out, Squalo hasn't fallen victim to porn torture, he was merely asleep. Or passed out. Same difference. ]
[ Eventually, he'll get a, ]
Well I for one am shocked.
[ Okay, but something tells him that this is bigger than the... well, the usual kind of crazyness and tongue-ripping. The something is mostly the fact that Hawke is texting him, because they weren't exactly chat buddies. And he was quite strong. If he was worried about this... ]
[ Alright, being a shit aside. ]
Thanks for the heads up.
Any idea what his plan is?
[ He wonders if he's in danger himself or if he should stand guard near Xanxus' house. Part of him just wants to keep drinking and sleeping and let whatever happens happen. ]
[Dodger doesn't seek Squalo out for a while, after the attempt on Garrett fails. Even when he decides to, he doesn't know exactly how to approach him. He's sure Garrett has warned Squalo, and who knows if Squalo even wants him around now. No one else does.
Still, if anyone would understand, it's Squalo.]
i want to get hurt should i still come to you for that?
[ And it will be a while before he gets an answer, because Squalo is probably sleeping face down on the floor next to a puddle of vomit despite the warning he received. Well, either that, or he wonders what the fuck he's supposed to do with this. Possibly a bit of both. ]
[ Either way, once he reads and registers the message, he understands several things. 1) What a funny coincidence, he wants to get hurt too. 2) Dodger may, in fact, be trying to trick him and go full-ham crazy on him, like Garrett warned him. 3) If Dodger's going crazy on him, he won't be able to also be going crazy on Xanxus during this time. ]
[ Two against one. Hmmmmm. ]
It's better than hurting yourself, isn't it? [ The phrasing may or may not be enough to tip him off about Squalo's own well-being. ] Less pathetic.
[ It's not a yes, but also not a no. He doesn't care for his life just enough at the moment that he can allow himself the luxury to wait and see what would happen. Maybe he can get more information before deciding. Maybe Dodger will just pop up and rip his ribcage apart again. ]
[ Nonetheless, he's already rolling off the couch and grabbing around for a weapon, though he's definitely not in proper fight shape at the moment. ]
[ Now that he's decided to put his foot down and get it together, he still has to deal with a bitch of a hangover and the very slight embarrassment about the way he was acting for a while. Of course, his natural self-assuredness still wins over, but damn, if he could delete some scenes from people's minds, he would. ]
[ though he sounds a little less unhappy about it than he did three weeks ago. also sort of groggy. this fucker sleeps in like hell when left to his own devices. probably also the reason he hasn't figured to turn on voice-to-text yet. ]
Sure. I've got a couch. You may need to fight my cat for it.
[ that's not necessarily true, because Xerxes makes it a point to sleep on Squalo whenever he can, but it's not like Squalo can just say "yes, go ahead" like a normal person. ]
[ he'll follow up with his deck and room number. ]
[ he's surprised by the question honestly, but he's not going to express it over the phone. ]
(Squalo doesn't refuse to, so Feitan doesn't say anything else. He won't bother to untie the demon, they can agonize in their seat until a kinder soul releases him - and that never was going to be Feitan, to be honest. His plan was to finish it with a single chop across the neck, leaving a piece of art on the streets for those interested in it.
Well. There's something else in his mind, and he makes sure to turn it into reality as soon as they reach the entrance to a bathroom. Feitan doesn't waste any time once they're inside, gripping Squalo's collar and shoving him against the nearest wall with a good chunk of his strength. A few tiles might have cracked, but there's no time to think about it when the smaller man jumps to catch lips with his own, and Squalo better fucking hold him in place.
Congratulations for being the first person who has made Feitan horny in ages, Squalo. You deserve a prize.)
[ that poor demon. they probably call out as they leave and get promptly ignored. well, some of their demonic brethren should wander by soon enough. ]
[ It's all red. Squalo's still in a crimson daze, metallic scent drowning out his senses, instinct reacting before thought does. He barely feels the tiles cracking behind his back, even though it should hurt, but he can very well feel his little friend, covered in blood, gripping at him -- ]
[ -- and then they're kissing. ]
[ There's another laugh, muffled by their mouths, as Squalo's hands move under Feitan's thighs to support him in the preferred altitude. He arches his back off the wall a bit -- feel free to wrap your limbs around him, you small menace -- and finally kisses back properly, still drunk on blood. ]
[ It may be an entire three seconds before he tries to bite, not too hard but enough to hurt, tugging on the other's bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. This may not have been his first thought when he was led here, but he has no complaints. He's enjoying it, fingers gripping more tightly; and he gleefully smudges their faces together until they're both bloody all over. ]
(He just cannot believe it. It's strange on its own to have found someone who isn't a Spider that he just feels at home with, let alone to have fucked said person... And to be here, in said person's apartment ever since, wearing his clothes and being in his company.
Fei has already woken up, got the coffee going, did a little coke line because he finds that he really likes this goddamn thing, and now he's quietly "reading" his book (or honestly looking at the pictures) when Squalo makes himself present. It's nonchalantly that Feitan removes his sword from within his umbrella, pointed directly at the man while the rest of him barely moves.)
[ Squalo was not expecting Feitan to just go and decide not to leave, but he doesn't have any complaints. He'd never been particularly good at being alone, which was maybe why he thrived so well in a tight-knit group. Everyone he got close to in Hell kept leaving him, and he'd always tell himself that next time, he will know better. He won't be invested. He won't let himself get broken. But it happens again. Part of him is already worried that it will happen now, too, as soon as he really allows himself to be happy, to enjoy the company of someone who seems to get him on so many levels. Which is quite a rare feat, even in Hell. ]
[ Normal people have morning blowjobs. These fuckers have this. ]
[ Squalo pours himself a cup of coffee, lazily drawing his own blade from its sheath, and points it back. The tips of their swords are almost touching. Who said romance is dead. ]
I thought you'd never ask. [ He smirks and takes a gulp from his mug. ] Wanna take it outside or?
[ His space is pretty big, but it's still confined by whatever castle tower it's located in. It could be challenging in its own way, he supposes, not losing one's footing over the furniture and whatever else Mammon has prepared for him. He's not concerned about damaging anything; it's not like he paid for it or has any particular attachment. ]
[ His place is still not really viable to crash at, though. Because oops, a small torturer has effectively moved in with him. There's blood, clothes and goreporn picture books strewn around, for fuck's sake. ]
Squalo, this is Ell Two. When I first arrived you told me that you’re a regular of the coliseum.
I am looking for someone with the following attributes: the strength to cut through a limb, the stomach to be able to do so without hesitation, the control not to go into a frenzy of violence after that first blow, and a weapon capable of making that clean strike without leaving any magical aftereffects.
Do you know anyone among the fighters who fits these requirements?
[ Well. He supposes maybe this is a little too intense for a text. Not for him, of course, but typing one-handed is a bitch, so. ]
Just that? Easy. I've got a guy in mind. [ Himself, naturally, because who could possibly be stronger, more controlled and more precise than the Sword Emperor? ] Of course, folks in Hell do like to get favors for favors...
[ Payment. He wants to hear about the proposed payment. ]
It has been years now since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it thirty-six months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.
I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.
A gift basket with an assortment of teas, chocolates, candies, etc. There will also be high end haircare accessories included.
A voucher to move into one of the high end suites at Casino Styx. These multi-floor lavish suites will sure to be envied by all!
18th Century Boateng Saber will be waiting for him, one of the most expensive swords in the mortal realm.
Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.
[ ooc: Question, is the voucher redeemable only by him, or could he trade it to someone else or like, organize a Hunger Games with it as a prize? Sentimentality aside, he prefers making his own food so he wouldn't really be interested in moving to a place without a kitchen (unless that's customizable?). ]
[Have they interacted in a while? No. Does he expect a gift back? Hell no. But Yugi was a father figure this time of year last year and it's hard to led those feelings go. That, and outside of their complicated Hellburbia family he'd also like to sort of fix their relationship someday so they can at least be, uh, civil, so... yeah.
Guess who receives a short, simple card, and a set of (three) brand new knives - New, reasonably good quality, sharp as hell. Clearly meant for the kitchen. Not necessarily the safest gift given their past interactions, but... enjoy!]
[ Not quite enough for him to think of gifting Yugi anything back, but he's maybe open to conversation again now. As long as he doesn't (accidentally) slander his raviolis again. ]
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[As the devil's way of saying thank you for running a booth at the annual carnival
or possibly apologizing for the clowns getting so outof hand, a gift basket has been left on the bed. It contains some treats like expensive chocolates, nuts, etc., a cute plush Satan bear, some self-care items like a plush robe, fragrances, etc. For those more sexually inclined, there will be a vibrator and some aphrodisiacs to do with what you will. For those not interested in that sort of thing, there will be a bottle of alcohol of some sort and a book or movie that the sinner would enjoy.There's also one custom item included:
- A Ulfberht Sword with the promise that he'll be able to test his skills soon.]
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[ With any luck, Squalo's cooled off enough by now to acknowledge that he should take nice things whenever he gets them rather than try to throw it back in his face. ]
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Squalo,
It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that an unnamed penitent has chosen to add the sin of neglect of prayer and church attendance to your list. This has unfortunately extended your contract.
Best regards,
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[ So much that he's actually pretty sure who it came from. Hector did ask him first, after all. Their deal of sorts. Squalo had hundreds if not thousands of sins anyway, he doubts one means anything. Especially one this fucking dumb. ]
...really? You couldn't pick anything that sounds less wussy?
[ ...if he thinks about it, though. That guy's entire list is probably wussy. ]
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Bucky looks pretty much nothing like he did as a teenager-- hair's longer, different build, and neatly trimmed facial hair. But he leaves his arm exposed so it's probably not too hard to put together who the guy is. When the door opens he holds up a six back of beer like a bribe.]
You got time to talk?
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[ That, and it's a testament to his skill that he manages to find Squalo alone. It's really a lot easier to catch him somewhere else, as Xanxus rarely if ever ventures out. ]
[ Squalo reaffirms Bucky's identity by checking out that arm, then eyes his face for a moment longer. He barely knows him, but there's no reason to believe he's a threat right now. The fake family stuff went about as well as one could expect with the circumstances... and really, the man seems interesting. ]
[ Looks like it's a chance he's taking. ]
Sure.
[ He doesn't take the beer, but he does open the door wider and step aside to allow him to come in. ]
[ The room's surprisingly tidy -- well, maybe a few leftover bottles of hard liquor rolling around from after the room service's last visit, but otherwise everything's clean and the giant bed is made and everything. ]
What's on your mind?
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It has been a full year since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it twelve months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.
I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.
Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.
Yours,
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When he answers, it's Francis, notably wearing a different collar than the last time they'd seen each other. The blonde is holding a bottle of wine in one hand, fingers around the neck of dark green glass.
It's a bottle of red, and the label is in Italian. Francis looks mildly irritated, but not actually upset. But a moment after Squalo opens the door he scowls and shoves the bottle toward him.]
Here. Take it.
[His tone is vaguely insistent, but he also doesn't sound overly pleased about it.]
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[ And while as far as he's concerned he was never actively malicious to Francis during their fun and short time together, a gift is the last thing he expects. ]
[ A pretty good one, too. It's hard enough to get decent booze in Hell, Italian usually required pestering Lucifer himself. ]
[ He raises his eyebrows. He takes it. He turns it over in his hands. ]
Is it poisoned?
[ conversationally. ]
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I won't get in your way.
but still, don't do anything stupid.
Please.
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What makes you think I care
Like you mentioned before, you don't need to report to me
[ optimist filter: he doesn't mind being in the same spaces at least??? ]
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Try and stop me
Bitch
[ doing stupid things is his whole thing and he doesn't normally believe or admit that but trust him to never back down from what he takes as a challenge]
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Hey, Squalo. Do you have a recipe for that risotto? Or could you show me how to make it? I need your expert skill.
[It's not even mocking. The blonde sounds rather serious about this whole cooking thing, actually.]
@superbia
Well. If you want to learn from the expert, there's no better way than experiencing it firsthand.
[ Yeah he's totally forgotten to even ask for anything in return. Nice job buttering up to him, kiddo. ]
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It's been a slow enough rise in temperature, though, that it might not be noticable at first. Unless Squalo is just coming home. The first thing that might really tip him off is something breaking in the bathroom but really, that could still be Xanxus. Maybe it's instead the scent of cinnamon and gasoline that tip him off that something is wrong.]
ayyy
[ Let's say Squalo has been out, and he makes a beeline for the AC to check whatever the hell is going on. The settings are the same as usual however, so the heat has to be coming from somewhere else. ]
Xanxus?..
[ He carefully follows the noise. That's not right, Xanxus being mad didn't usually result in... this. He'd expect an immediate conflagration, or all the glass on the floor outright exploding. And why would he be in the bathroom? Did he hear something he didn't like and was breaking all of Squalo's stuff? But it's strangely tame in that case. Also, he'd definitely wait for him to see and hear it. ]
[ Then he recognizes Dodger's stank and everything falls into place. ]
[ Okay, not really everything. This is something that hasn't happened since... god, for months now. Since Xanxus showed up in Hell, maybe before that. Good old tub times. ]
[ He pushes at the bathroom's door. ]
Voi. The hell are you doing?
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an honor, truly
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For your awe-inspiring display of courage and strength in the battle arena, Hell is proud to gift to you:
Yours truly,
Lucifer
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[ Actually, having a huge statue of himself, especially in a battle-purposed area, is basically a dream come true for him. Well, he wouldn't mind, like, ten of those, but it's a start. ]
[ He's definitely going to hang out near the statue just to gloat (and probably try to challenge whoever comes by to a duel). Finally, some fucking acknowledgement. ]
[ ...and he'll save that five weapons redeem card for later. ]
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he just tried to rip my fucking tongue out
i dont know if he'll actually come for you since i think he's already failed his list but just so you know, he's seriously crazy
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[ Eventually, he'll get a, ]
Well I for one am shocked.
[ Okay, but something tells him that this is bigger than the... well, the usual kind of crazyness and tongue-ripping. The something is mostly the fact that Hawke is texting him, because they weren't exactly chat buddies. And he was quite strong. If he was worried about this... ]
[ Alright, being a shit aside. ]
Thanks for the heads up.
Any idea what his plan is?
[ He wonders if he's in danger himself or if he should stand guard near Xanxus' house. Part of him just wants to keep drinking and sleeping and let whatever happens happen. ]
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Still, if anyone would understand, it's Squalo.]
i want to get hurt
should i still come to you for that?
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[ Either way, once he reads and registers the message, he understands several things. 1) What a funny coincidence, he wants to get hurt too. 2) Dodger may, in fact, be trying to trick him and go full-ham crazy on him, like Garrett warned him. 3) If Dodger's going crazy on him, he won't be able to also be going crazy on Xanxus during this time. ]
[ Two against one. Hmmmmm. ]
It's better than hurting yourself, isn't it? [ The phrasing may or may not be enough to tip him off about Squalo's own well-being. ] Less pathetic.
[ It's not a yes, but also not a no. He doesn't care for his life just enough at the moment that he can allow himself the luxury to wait and see what would happen. Maybe he can get more information before deciding. Maybe Dodger will just pop up and rip his ribcage apart again. ]
[ Nonetheless, he's already rolling off the couch and grabbing around for a weapon, though he's definitely not in proper fight shape at the moment. ]
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[ Now that he's decided to put his foot down and get it together, he still has to deal with a bitch of a hangover and the very slight embarrassment about the way he was acting for a while. Of course, his natural self-assuredness still wins over, but damn, if he could delete some scenes from people's minds, he would. ]
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Let me know.
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[ vague non-answers again, but for the sake of my sanity, let's assume they're not, in fact, back together at this point. ]
You?
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text; christmas morning
are you free
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[ though he sounds a little less unhappy about it than he did three weeks ago. also sort of groggy. this fucker sleeps in like hell when left to his own devices. probably also the reason he hasn't figured to turn on voice-to-text yet. ]
What do you want?
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Re: voice
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text || un: tsarina ; backdated to Bucky's resurrection
voice-to-text; un: superbia
[ that's not necessarily true, because Xerxes makes it a point to sleep on Squalo whenever he can, but it's not like Squalo can just say "yes, go ahead" like a normal person. ]
[ he'll follow up with his deck and room number. ]
[ he's surprised by the question honestly, but he's not going to express it over the phone. ]
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⇉ action;
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lmao I just had a good chuckle at that image & had to show Mr Zebra xD
good c:
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cw warning they're probably gonna fuck
Well. There's something else in his mind, and he makes sure to turn it into reality as soon as they reach the entrance to a bathroom. Feitan doesn't waste any time once they're inside, gripping Squalo's collar and shoving him against the nearest wall with a good chunk of his strength. A few tiles might have cracked, but there's no time to think about it when the smaller man jumps to catch lips with his own, and Squalo better fucking hold him in place.
Congratulations for being the first person who has made Feitan horny in ages, Squalo. You deserve a prize.)
(ooc: from here!)
"probably"
[ It's all red. Squalo's still in a crimson daze, metallic scent drowning out his senses, instinct reacting before thought does. He barely feels the tiles cracking behind his back, even though it should hurt, but he can very well feel his little friend, covered in blood, gripping at him -- ]
[ -- and then they're kissing. ]
[ There's another laugh, muffled by their mouths, as Squalo's hands move under Feitan's thighs to support him in the preferred altitude. He arches his back off the wall a bit -- feel free to wrap your limbs around him, you small menace -- and finally kisses back properly, still drunk on blood. ]
[ It may be an entire three seconds before he tries to bite, not too hard but enough to hurt, tugging on the other's bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. This may not have been his first thought when he was led here, but he has no complaints. He's enjoying it, fingers gripping more tightly; and he gleefully smudges their faces together until they're both bloody all over. ]
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the apartment - mammon's land
Fei has already woken up, got the coffee going, did a little coke line because he finds that he really likes this goddamn thing, and now he's quietly "reading" his book (or honestly looking at the pictures) when Squalo makes himself present. It's nonchalantly that Feitan removes his sword from within his umbrella, pointed directly at the man while the rest of him barely moves.)
You fight me.
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[ Normal people have morning blowjobs. These fuckers have this. ]
[ Squalo pours himself a cup of coffee, lazily drawing his own blade from its sheath, and points it back. The tips of their swords are almost touching. Who said romance is dead. ]
I thought you'd never ask. [ He smirks and takes a gulp from his mug. ] Wanna take it outside or?
[ His space is pretty big, but it's still confined by whatever castle tower it's located in. It could be challenging in its own way, he supposes, not losing one's footing over the furniture and whatever else Mammon has prepared for him. He's not concerned about damaging anything; it's not like he paid for it or has any particular attachment. ]
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backtag from TDM 24 / text / un.feitan
i get home late
not wait up
voice-to-text; un: superbia
[ he absolutely was going to, he's not fooling anybody with the whole "i don't own you, i don't care, you can leave anytime you want to" schtick ]
more importantly since when do you go quote marks overboard quote marks
[ there's no such thing as overkill. claiming otherwise implies regret. is Feitan regretting torture. who are you and what did you do with his man ]
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> action???
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text || un: tsarina
[ And if so, does that mean his place is no longer a viable option to crash at? But Nat doesn't ask that straight away. ]
voice-to-text; un: superbia
[ His place is still not really viable to crash at, though. Because oops, a small torturer has effectively moved in with him. There's blood, clothes and goreporn picture books strewn around, for fuck's sake. ]
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Voice || un: L.L. || sent 20th August
I am looking for someone with the following attributes: the strength to cut through a limb, the stomach to be able to do so without hesitation, the control not to go into a frenzy of violence after that first blow, and a weapon capable of making that clean strike without leaving any magical aftereffects.
Do you know anyone among the fighters who fits these requirements?
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Just that? Easy. I've got a guy in mind. [ Himself, naturally, because who could possibly be stronger, more controlled and more precise than the Sword Emperor? ] Of course, folks in Hell do like to get favors for favors...
[ Payment. He wants to hear about the proposed payment. ]
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i don't even know but this is what you get
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It has been years now since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it thirty-six months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.
I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.
Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.
Yours,
Lucifer
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[ ooc: Question, is the voucher redeemable only by him, or could he trade it to someone else or like, organize a Hunger Games with it as a prize? Sentimentality aside, he prefers making his own food so he wouldn't really be interested in moving to a place without a kitchen (unless that's customizable?). ]
the gift no one was expecting
Guess who receives a short, simple card, and a set of (three) brand new knives - New, reasonably good quality, sharp as hell. Clearly meant for the kitchen. Not necessarily the safest gift given their past interactions, but... enjoy!]
gasp!!
[ Not quite enough for him to think of gifting Yugi anything back, but he's maybe open to conversation again now. As long as he doesn't (accidentally) slander his raviolis again. ]
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