is going to reach down and squeeze a bicep, biting her lip. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.]
God, he smells so good.
[Imagine if this is Hisoka. That would be the nicest thing anyone has said about Hisoka. She is still feeling the bicep up when she turns to Gluttony again, though, cocking an eyebrow.]
What am I if not a servant performing at the best of my abilities?
[they offer sheila a thankful bow at the shoulders, one arm out for flair.]
If you are satisfied with the meat, I shall remove the bones and return it to you. With teeth, of course. [in the darkness of the hood, there are two orange eyes and a small, sharp-toothed smile.] I am afraid our tastes may differ.
Well... [She purses her lips.] Is there any way I can get more privacy in my loft? Because if my roommate walks in on me having an orgasm while eating this guy's liver, it's going to invite questions.
the orange glowing eyes disappear because they are probably CLOSING THEM.]
I can see if accommodations can be made for a door, if that is what you would like. Though in general, you should exercise some caution where and when you eat.
It would be, thank you. And don't worry, Glut. [WHY ARE THEY GLUT NOW.] I always wait until my roommate's gone. It's just, you know, when you're really in the moment— you're in it.
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is going to reach down and squeeze a bicep, biting her lip. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.]
God, he smells so good.
[Imagine if this is Hisoka. That would be the nicest thing anyone has said about Hisoka. She is still feeling the bicep up when she turns to Gluttony again, though, cocking an eyebrow.]
Where's his other head?
[Sheila.]
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It is being preserved. I will extract the teeth for you. I plan to turn it into a gift.
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Man, I don't care what Wrath says about you. You make gifts and you meal prepped for me. You're so nice.
[Just casually throws Wrath under the bus. It's fine.]
What do you normally eat? We should totally get together for dinner sometime.
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[they offer sheila a thankful bow at the shoulders, one arm out for flair.]
If you are satisfied with the meat, I shall remove the bones and return it to you. With teeth, of course. [in the darkness of the hood, there are two orange eyes and a small, sharp-toothed smile.] I am afraid our tastes may differ.
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My daughter and husband don't share my tastes, either. You're fine!
[Unless they eat souls or something. That's harder to serve on a plate.]
Go ahead. And, please, you don't have to be so formal. You bought me dinner so I think we can skip past that.
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[they hold up a gloved hand.]
My apologies. Old habits. I hope you are not offended if I continue to do so.
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[Good enough for now.]
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Understood. Do you require anything further from me, Mrs. Hammond?
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I can ask my questions later. Don't let me keep you.
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[SHEILA??????
the orange glowing eyes disappear because they are probably CLOSING THEM.]
I can see if accommodations can be made for a door, if that is what you would like. Though in general, you should exercise some caution where and when you eat.
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