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[More pacing, more crunching of teeth, but. Then he's loomed over, and instinctively, Satan swings around and straight up uh
swings a fist

thankfully it's only at breasticle level, so Wriothesley may or may not receive a nasty punch to the tit depending on his reflexes, but Satan immediately grimaces apologetically either way.] Shit--

What's wrong with you?! I could've knocked your head clean off if I was at full power! Dumbass!

[Huff puff puff. The sulk's only momentary, thankfully; in this state, it likely won't do more than leave a horrible bruise at worst, so it's not like Satan feels too guilty over it.] Damn, you weren't kidding about looking good in red though, huh? Black and red's always a good combo; wore it lots when I was younger.

[Hm. Okay, maybe he'll swallow some pride, if only because of first impressions and all.] --Sorry I tried to wallop you one. Still not used to being this weak, so I'm kinda always on my guard a bit. You alright?

[Honestly being kicked or punched was something he expected so when Satan went for it Wriothesley did pull back but he did get a bit of that force at his chest, enough for his eyes to widen and for him to momentarily lose his breath. He would have blocked has he not been holding a bag full of tea and other things for their date.]

W-well someone hits hard. I deserved it though. Maybe some other time we can meet up in one of the gyms and go punch for punch in a ring.

[He brushes off any mess from his suit and fixes his tie, avoiding eye contact despite the fact he really can't at his height. He does manage to hide some of his face behind his bangs.]

Oh...so I guess I did pick red. I'm just glad it matched. I was really worried about that earlier. Did you pick white for me since you knew I'd be able to see it easily?

[With nothing else to fidget with he outs a hand in his coat pocket and the other holds tight onto the bag he's holding as their eyes do finally meet. Wriothesley's are such a pale blue they almost look as pale as ice.]

I'm fine. I'm used to being hit. Can't see it now but I'm kind of covered in scars...sorry for scaring you. I couldn't help it. You looked teasable just standing there so exposed...

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...Geez, you're gonna love Mammon when you let me hook you guys up. Maybe I should keep you two apart...

[Or else Satan's life would be full of teasing and bullying he so deserves. Still, he goes to rub gently at the same patch of chest he just socked, as if that'll somehow help the bruising (it won't he does not have powers it's just the thought that counts here), before holding a hand out expectantly.]

Lemme carry the bag, at least. Especially since you're starting off strong by saying you really wanna beat the shit out of me one day. And-- I just like white, but you being able to see it helped.

...You alright? You can look at me all you like, you know. I'm not gonna bite unless you ask, or unless you go spooking me again. But mostly unless you ask, now I know you're here. [what is. being shy. No idea. Anyway, if Wriothesley doesn't hand over that bag, Satan's going to snatch it to the best of his abilities, then turn and offer his other hand.] Probably second date stuff, unless we get along really well, huh?

[The more Satan touches him the more he might feel something slightly poke at him through the layers of clothing if he presses hard enough at his chest and if he does accidentally rub against those piercings Wriothesley closes his eyes for a moment and the grip on the bag tightens before he collects himself and clears his throat.]

With the way you keep pushing me to meet this Mammon I wonder if you rather just watch me and him than actually meet me alone.

[He does hand over the bag even if it really wasn't heavy. It was something for him to hold and he is kind of sad to not have that in his hands now. He does see Satan's hand held out to him in return though and he hesitates for a moment before taking the offered hand in his gloved one.]

Oh I just...I usually kind of avoid direct eye contact. It's not on purpose just a force of habit. Back home I can kind of get away with it given my position and when it pisses someone off I just shut them up with my fists. Honestly paperwork is a lot easier than people. Sometimes I miss it...

[He gives Satan a little squeeze with his hand and focuses more on the other man's horns. He hasn't seen too much of that here and Neuvillette did have horns but his were soft while these look so much harder.]

...would it be rude to ask to touch your horns?

[?????? Not that nipple piercings are at all unusual in Hell, but. Hm. Satan wasn't expecting that. Thankfully he pulls away just as soon as notices them, so Wriothesley doesn't have to get too worked up, but. Satan's tucking that away for later.

Once he's stopped scowling, that is. Even if he's being humoured, hands full, the idea of pushing someone onto Mammon is enough to put him in a temporarily foul mood. Foul enough for his teeth to crunch against each other, even.]

I'm not pushing you to do shit. You said later, and I'll do it later. I'm just saying that you two like teasing people, so if you guys gang up on me I'll be real pissed off. [Huff. Does He Know

...But the explanation of why Wriothesley avoids eye contact makes sense, in its own way; that human shame and embarrassment at play, to be sure, or maybe something else? Either way, he's not going to bore into the poor guy with his glowing red (pointlessly red in this case) eyes, so Satan just squeezes his hand and

huffs again]

Haaaa? If you go touching a devil's horns, they're gonna cum from 'em. Knowing that, you still wanna touch mine out here?

[While that frowning is really cute he can't help but think that this date must be going shit so far if all he's done is make his date frown so far. He knows he's awkward but even with Dera he can get him to smile and laugh but he hasn't got one smile out of Satan yet so he does tries to be a bit more social and with the hand that's been in his pocket he reaches out for Satan's face and cups his chin to lift it up. The leather on his fingers rubs against the skin as their eyes meet and it's true he doesn't se the red of Satan's eyes but a more golden color that still looks nice and otherworldly to him.]

I'm not trying to piss you off but you look it. You're not uncomfortable with me right now are you? I don't want you to frown so much because of me that your face gets stuck that way.

[His thumb rubs closer to Satan's lips and he takes in the features of his face. He gives his own smile, it's small and not a full smile but it's enough to raise his lips and squint his eyes a little.]

Mignon...So any touch to your horns would do that or is it only a full stroke of them? I won't embarrass you in the open here but I suggest maybe keeping that information as private as possible. Some would use that against you. This place isn't that safe.

[He lets go of his face then and looks away entirely, the faintest pink on his cheeks.]

So, shall we start our walk?

[oh sweet husky prince that's just Satan....sweet angel man...

Case in point: the way that Satan stiffens, almost paralysed by being so casually and gently manhandled. If Wriothesley's the faintest pink, then Satan's absolutely flushing a deep red at this tenderness, as if he's not a whirling dervish of sadness and rage at the best of times.

Cough. Ahem. Hm. Yes. Well.]

I always look pissed off. It's not you. [True, if he's not smiling.] I don't care if you touch my horns or not, but you said you'd rather get to--

[ANYWAY. Look. He's not going to rub it in; really, he doesn't mind waiting at all, and it sounds like he does if he keeps harping on about it, so Satan just shakes his head and looks away, as if that'll hide the flush sneaking up his neck to his ears.]

We should start that walk, yeah. Got tea to brew.

[Lucky for Satan he doesn't notice the flush on the others neck too much.] Yes, the tea. I didn't forget. I wouldn't ever forget one of my favorite things in the world.

[He starts to walk, pulling Satan along with him down the road. He's going to bring him to one of the teahouses in the Up. If he's going to try some of Satan's strange tea he wants to at least have some normal tea to wash it down as backup in case it's truly vile. He is still going to try it but he just needs some backup regardless. He's too particular about his tea not to.]

So, are you sure you aren't cold with your stomach exposed like that? It snowed recently. I don't mind offering my coat to you if you're cold. I think it might look nice against your horns.

[It really is the second time his mind has wandered to Satan's waist. Did he purposely wear something so revealing with the purpose for Wriothesley to keep staring there cause it was working. He really wanted to wrap an arm around him but he didn't want to be too forward either. ]

Ha? No, I'm fine. I run warm.

[And he just likes the freedom that cropped shirts give him, to be honest. Even if he covers up in the bosozoku jumpsuit way too often, it's still something he can drop if he needs to, unzip and get to work in the cropped shirt.

...That, plus it shows off his shoulders which he's very, very proud of. Admire those instead, Wriothesley...Look at his amazing arms...He's so buff and manly, right?? Please admire him just like he's admiring you during the walk...Even if it's just sidelong looks building up into a sly little smile. At least it's a smile at last. Bonus points obtained!]

You really worry about other people, huh...I like that. But-- you into horns, or what? I can make an exception for you if you really want to go playing with 'em, keheh.

Or-- let's try this instead, huh? [Just a quick little brush against Wriothesley's thoughts, the most fleeting kiss of a read, and he's tugging one big ole arm around his slutty little bare waist with a smirk.] There. Better, right?

It's part of my job to worry about others and uphold justice in a way so...yeah I do worry about others.

[His eyes widen when his hand is grabbed to put on Satan's waist. He isn't at all sure how Satan knew he wanted to do that but he can feel the warmth there and he is warm and the really does have a slutty waist. It almost sends a pleased shiver down his back as he moves in closer and pulls him in a little closer by his waist. With them closer his natural musk of bergamot is a bit stronger.]

Thanks and no I don't have a horn obsession. I just had a friend back home who had them but his were so soft and smooth they almost blended into his hair. He let me touch them and maybe it was due to the fact he was a hydro dragon but they almost felt soft like touching a fish's scales but without the slime. I wondered what yours would be like as the shape is so different. I guess due to my friendship with him I've become fascinated with inhuman beings. I'm afraid I'm rather boring in comparison, just a human.

Dragon...Huh. That dragon I was telling you about, the one I knew, his horns are like a devil's too. He's got more than I do, and they're blue, but they're still pretty hard. Seeing soft ones...They really must be pretty different stuff.

[Just to balance things out, Satan goes snaking his newly freed arm around Wriothesley's waist in turn, chuffing happily away at his genius moves. Yeah, he's fucking smooth.

...That smell's definitely pleasant, too, gives him good reason to inhale deeply and tuck his head in a little closer still (as if that doesn't mean that his mass of fluffy hair isn't all up in Wriothesley's business too now).] --You smell kinda like my second-in-command, even. Definitely a tea guy, aren't you? Just you wait. You're gonna love what I show you.

Might even make you smile real wide. That'd be pretty.

Blue? Blue how? [That catches his attention. It couldn't be an alternate version of Neuvillette...could it? It's been a theory he'd been wondering on the longer he's been here. There had been too many similarities with others for him not to start wondering if there were versions of himself and others in different worlds.] Do you mind if you tell me more about this dragon friend of yours? Mine was also very blue. He was tall and the most elegant being I've ever met with piercing eyes and long silver hair. His horns were blue and sometimes glowed. He could control the weather too. When he was upset he'd never cry but it would rain in Fontaine instead....

[He realized he was ranting about another man on a date and stopped to instead focus more on Satan and brushed some of his own stubbled chin against that soft hair. When it touched his face it was even softer than he thought it would be and he couldn't help but let out a pleased sigh. ]

Yeah I'm a tea guy and I do smile, I'm taking us to a teahouse right now to grab some stock and then we can try your tea.

Haaaaa? [GEEZ WRIOTHESLEY...Another man....huff. Even as his hair's rubbed against (and emits that sun-warmed cat smell in spades), Satan tries to recall what he knows about some other king's little brother or whatever, expression gently souring.

Mostly for theatrics. He gets why the question was asked, really.] Gamigin has silvery hair too. Kinda blue-silver? But I don't know much about him, just that he's not originally from Hell, and he's one of Lucifer's guys. Took up the mantle of Gamigin from the previous devil after he died, so I accepted him as the new Gamigin. Has a staff with a big bead, and bells on; that's how he heals, I think? Paradise Lost guys are healers.

If Lucifer ever gets sucked here, I'll point you his way, so you can ask more questions about the guy. I'm not the one to ask, sorry. Hell, I'm not even the one to ask about tea, but I'll still enjoy it. You gonna let me help you pick a blend, or are you sticking to just one? Either's good.

[He's not about to tell Wriothesley how to spend his money, but also....it'd be fun......please let him help]

[If he was a wolf right now he'd be able to scent and place the smell emanating off the silky hair that he can't seem to pull away from right now but this is just his normal human nose. Satan's hair smells nice but he can't really place why it smells familiar to him but just that it does. It also slows down his walking until he stops and is practically just rubbing his face fully against Satan's head, mindful of the horns.]

He...he sounds like Neuvillette....

[A sigh leaves Wriothesley, relaxed and putting a little bit of his weight against Satan] Hey...do you think there might be another version of you in another world?....I've been wondering with all these different worlds if maybe some of us have versions of ourselves in other places...or those we love in other places.....I think I'm rambling, I feel kinda weird...

[He grumbles and reluctantly pulls away from the softness that is Satan's hair. His eyes aren't really focusing when he does pull away and he looks dazed.].....what were we talking about again?

...Yeah, I know there is. I didn't think so before comin' here, since the only other realm was Earth and that definitely doesn't have a different me, but there's other Hells, and people who came from those Hells, so I bet there's other Satans there too. Know there's other Lucifers, that's for sure.

So there's probably lots of other worlds, other uses. I'm not too worried about it. You're the only you who's exactly the way you are, and I'm the only me who's just the way I am. No point thinking about it when it'll just piss me o--

[???

Satan's fine with having his hair nuzzled into because, well. It's fluffy. It's glossy. It's lovely. He takes as much care of it as he can be bothered doing, which is probably more than I'd ever give him credit for. But Wriothesley's vague look is weird.

(Mostly because people don't actually get onto his hair while it's still rooted in his head, so he probably doesn't know the effects. RIP)] Uh. Never mind. It's probably a pain in the ass anyway, so let's forget it. We gotta keep walking, right? You owe me a pot of tea, and I owe you secrets about tea.

I know there is me here but...maybe you have me in your world too but I'm not me but someone else with a different name...like Gamigin and Neuvillette. Maybe I remind you of someone?

[It's a thought to think about for another time. For now he's trying to get the date put back on track and he rubs at his head to try and fo us and get the fog to clear away he's experiencing. ]

Walking...right...

[He tries not to cuddle Satan's hair again despite him being so close as they walk. It does help to clear out the fog and soon Wriothesley is back to himself enough to be making sense again.]

Sorry, this date has been odd hasn't it? Can I treat you to anything? The tea shops around the corner and they have more than just tea there if you're hungry.

...Nah. It's kind of fun to think about that idea, actually. About which devil might be you. Could even be just some devil in another country I haven't met yet, y'know? But...

[He peers up at Wriothesley again, mouth twisted in thought as he bumps their sides together.]

Beleth. Big, tall guy. Loved by lots of people in Niflheim. Belphegor's smartest decision was picking him for his right hand. That's who you make me think of, just lookin' at you. But there might be more guys who could pass. That'll come in time, when I know you better.

Hey-- do they sell those round breads at this shop? The ones with the holes? I like those. You wanna split one of those?

[The bump gets him smiling more genuine now as they turn the corner and see the shop.]

I'll take that as a compliment. I think my crew would say I'm decently liked as a Warden but I run a prison so most hate me. Comes with the job. As for you I have an idea who you remind me of but I need more time before I announce it for sure.

[He leads them inside, holding the door for Satan like a gentleman, he is a Duke and while its not a King title he does still have manners. It does take a minute for hin to figure out what Satan is asking to get.]

...do you mean a donut?

Yeah, you should! He's probably the most fucked man in Hell, even over or on par with me; folks like that he's easygoing, but he's got a real keen mind. If he ever gets tired of slumming it in Niflheim, I'll take him on. You ever come to Hell, I'd lay claim to you too! No way you'd get tired of G--

Wait, a prison? [????? Like...Like Abaddon? The Cum Jar of Hell? Hm.

Probably not. Devil crimes have to be worse than human crimes.] That's-- interesting.

[Genuinely. He has no idea what a human prison might entail. Nor does he have an idea of manners being based on role; once he's in the shop, he holds the door open for Wriothesley in turn, head bobbing excitedly when the Bread Hole gets IDed correctly.] And yeah, that thing. Or a Ferrerer. [do they sell Ferrero Rochers in Duplicity. Who knows.] I'm happy with some of that stuff.

Oh well I um...[There is a pause as he thinks about his own time fucking in Meropide. He isn't proud of it but he has fucked many too. So many prisoners and coworkers have often tried to get into his pants both me and women and Wriothesley is lonely. He was no saint before coming here.] I guess we sound a little similar. But yes I work at a prison under the water, I'm the Warden. Or rather I was until I came here.

[He has no idea what a Ferrerer is but he can order some donuts for them. He might order some macroons as well. He does miss them from back home and so he gets to the counter and orders a few different flavored treats for them but stops at the tea order.] Do you have a favorite tea you like?

Under the water?! That's badass! A whole fucking prison under the water...And it has to be kind of small if it's not a whole country. [Imagine. Not just having a whole country be a prison. Wild.] Geez, your inmates are lucky if they get to see you all the time. Cute warden, under the water with the fish...What's not to like?

[Another friendly little bump, before he leans in and watches the worker pick out those doughnuts and macaroons in awe.]

...Favourite tea? Dunno. You pick whatever you like, and then I'll like it more than I would alone, because it's something you picked out, y'know?

Meropide is actually very large. We are our own government. That's why I'm a Duke, we even have our own currency system seperate from Fontaine even if we function under the same country. Fontaine's prisoners come to me but I take outsiders from other countries as well if they are judged in our courts. I have mechanical guards to help run the place due to its size but there are other humans who help as well, it's just too large for humans to care for on our own. I worry about it without me. [His smile only seems to grow as he's slowly opening up more and more to Satan.] But we are safely structured where the fish aren't in the prison. We sometimes get leaks but those get fixed quickly. I make sure of that. It's just very damp in there most times so sometimes the prison starts to smell. It's why I enjoy brewing tea so often to clear my senses.

[He takes the treats as he orders some tea for the table and gives Satan the money to pay. He is a submissive after all so he cant physically pay for anything himself even with his own money.] I ordered us a pot of chamomile and one of earl grey. The Earl grey is my favorite but I thought chamomile might be soothing for you. Let's grab a table.

[oh-- yeah, right, Submissive versus Dominant. He...Honestly forgets that when he's not obsessing over Mammon's contract, in truth, so it takes another second for it to sink in as to why he's being offered money.

...Whatever. He'll dance to this place's tune for a little bit. Especially if it makes his date smile.]

Chamomile? Never heard of it! [Or Sitri bullshitted and told him it was another tea, so that he didn't have to hear about being calmed down. But look, Wriothesley's spared being kicked like the football, so he gets away with saying shit like that for now!] I'm having some of yours too though, alright? I think I've heard of that blend...Human blend. Earth blend.

[Okay, tea and sweets got, table to get; it's only Manly for him to take the tray loaded up with two little pots and two little plates, so he does and jerks his chin towards the rest of the cafe, grinning all teeth.] You pick us a table, and you can tell me more about those guards. Kinda interested, even if technology's not totally my thing, kekekeke.

Of course, we can have both teas together. I enjoy chamomile as well. On stressful days I drink some to help me sleep. I can't say it's for sure helped me sleep better as a form of medical treatment for sure but I sometimes sleep better after.

[He was going to offer to carry the trays since it would be more appropriate as the submissive to be seen as subservient to Satan but the other man isnt giving him a chance. He lets out a little sigh and just shakes his head but he isn't truly annoyed. He does put a hand on Satan's waist as he leads him to a table and pulls out the chair for him first at least before sitting down himself.]

Well I dabble in tech so I helped program some of the mechs we have. I never really got an education so it was mostly just repairs we have when I was a prisoner in Meropide and the more I worked on them thr more I understood how the gardemechs worked and I started to make adjustments here and there on my own that I thought would improve them. Nothing too special.

[He takes two cups and pours both of them a cup of chamomile tea to start with. At the table is honey, sugar and other things to add and Wriothesley reaches for the honey and adds a bit to his tea.]

Chamomile is more mild to start with before we try the earl grey. It goes well with honey if you want a bit of sweetness.

Good! Maybe I'll even mix 'em together, see what that's like.

[Tray down first, then Satan plonks down and nabs himself a cup. ...And a doughnut. Finger through hole so he can nibble around it.] You ever mess with the personalities of the gardemechs or whatever? Figure out a way to make 'em resist mortal temptations? That'd be real handy, if they're completely impervious to desire.

...And waterproofing. I'd need to ask about that too, though it's not like I've thought about it before. We probably got that tech covered, but it'd be interesting to see how you figured out that problem.

[wait, tea. He's just been eating his doughnut like a brat. A spoon of honey, then a liiiiittle drizzle more...Maybe a little more. THEN tea. Mmmmmm.] ...This's nice 'n sweet, but it's got a different taste to tea at home. Plantier? [Okay, so maybe he hasn't had many herbal teas, either.]

i am. i'm not sorry for him actually that's a lie

Re: ahahaha it's fine xD I love it

_(:'37 L)_ at least now it means satan will be making up for it all date right??

Re: ahahaha lets see how well Satan does against the big cutie that is wrio

oh he's going to fail he's going to lose very hard against Big Husky energy ;_;

Re: ahahahaha im so happy

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