[they glance down, but actually don't remove their hand.]
Typically, I do not fraternize with other demons. A conflict of interest. But I have not considered a... camaraderie with someone of just similar... understandings.
as they draw closure, they can see there is actually a face somewhere under the hood, the details obscured by the shadows. two orange eyes, glowing brightly, peer back at them, the lids lowered slightly, and the pupils slitted.]
[they draw both hands up to the edge of the hood, and then push it back, letting the horns free of the holes.
the long, black hair has been tied neatly back in a low ponytail to keep it out of the way while cooking. two thick horns arch out of the top of the head, of course, and curve backward. their skin is coal-black and hides well in the hood, but it causes the orange eyes and sharp teeth to stand out more. the high collar of a leather suit stretches all the way up their neck beneath the jaw, and two topaz teardrops dangle from each ear.
[the demon allows this without complaint or refusal. they gaze back, their eyes black except for the orange center irises.]
I am not sure if we should work on your one-liners, or not.
[he is quite the fan of very terrible one-liners.
tipping his head up, he accepts the kiss. the strangest thing about it is... it is an extremely fucking good kiss, but there isn't any... passion behind it? it's executed perfectly, even if it lacks romantic emotion.]
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Typically, I do not fraternize with other demons. A conflict of interest. But I have not considered a... camaraderie with someone of just similar... understandings.
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[And they wrap their fingers lightly over the other's hand, smiling.]
And we have nothing to fight over. You have your tastes, and I have mine, yes?
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[hm. well, holding hands is unexpected, but not something they won't do. so they just hold douman's hand back.]
Are you looking for something from me besides cooking instructions?
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[There's a coy look on their face. I hate this.]
Ahahaha. You said you had a lot to teach. You simply are just full of possibilities. That's all.
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I do. I can teach many things. And I am. So how should I serve you first?
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[They tilt their head. The bells jingle, like little warnings, because I hate this clown very, very much.]
What would a kiss from a demon like you be like?
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[their head lifts a bit. proudly?]
I would say it's... one hell of a kiss.
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I guess you could call be bedeviled by such an opportunity for such a kiss?
[douman that was even worse]
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[it sounds like they are somewhat amused, though.
as they draw closure, they can see there is actually a face somewhere under the hood, the details obscured by the shadows. two orange eyes, glowing brightly, peer back at them, the lids lowered slightly, and the pupils slitted.]
Are you sure you are prepared?
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[A chuckle as they take what little they can see of the face in. What beautiful, monstrous eyes.]
Of course I am. I always am.
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[they draw both hands up to the edge of the hood, and then push it back, letting the horns free of the holes.
the long, black hair has been tied neatly back in a low ponytail to keep it out of the way while cooking. two thick horns arch out of the top of the head, of course, and curve backward. their skin is coal-black and hides well in the hood, but it causes the orange eyes and sharp teeth to stand out more. the high collar of a leather suit stretches all the way up their neck beneath the jaw, and two topaz teardrops dangle from each ear.
they are terribly, awfully handsome despite the distortions.]
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[Yes, just..."wow". Douman reaches up to caress over the horns, down through their hair, over their face.]
No wonder you have to hide this. You're setting my heat flame, mmm...
[One more lookover, and then Douman's dark eyes fixate on their face.]
Nnnnn. Come here. I can't wait for you to take me to hell.
[Sliding their arms around Gluttony's shoulders, Douman bends in for a kiss.]
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I am not sure if we should work on your one-liners, or not.
[he is quite the fan of very terrible one-liners.
tipping his head up, he accepts the kiss. the strangest thing about it is... it is an extremely fucking good kiss, but there isn't any... passion behind it? it's executed perfectly, even if it lacks romantic emotion.]