[In Satan's rush to get the tea ready he misses the sheer disappointment that flashes on Wriothesley's fsce from the loss of Satan's touch. It's too quick and was easy to miss anyway. He covers his embarrassment over preferring more petting to this weird underwear tea by adjusting his tie and clearing his throat.
He gathers their things and the tea that Satan left behind to meet hin out back where no one can judge him for the travesty to tea hes about to try. He truly hope Satsn isnt going to use the underwear hes wearing and at least brought a new pair as a filter or something. He might gag otherwise.
He leans against the wall with their things, waiting for Satan and looking like a good deal of trouble himself with hiw hes dressed. It doesnt help that as he's waiting he's lit up a cigarette and started to smoke it in the small and dark alleyway. It just makes wriothesley look more like some mafia kingpin than he already was dressed for.]
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He gathers their things and the tea that Satan left behind to meet hin out back where no one can judge him for the travesty to tea hes about to try. He truly hope Satsn isnt going to use the underwear hes wearing and at least brought a new pair as a filter or something. He might gag otherwise.
He leans against the wall with their things, waiting for Satan and looking like a good deal of trouble himself with hiw hes dressed. It doesnt help that as he's waiting he's lit up a cigarette and started to smoke it in the small and dark alleyway. It just makes wriothesley look more like some mafia kingpin than he already was dressed for.]