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[The chinhands are sweet, he wants to tell Satan how adorable he looks but doesn't want to cause an issue so he doesn't at the moment, instead just causing a flush to his own cheeks and averting his eyes a little.] I've never been given a tattoo though I've wondered about it. I have enough scars to cover my body I'm not sure where I'd put one and where my scars don't touch I'm rather hairy so I'm not sure I'd be a good candidate for tattooing...

[His eyes lift at the mention of another date and their is a hopeful look in his own eyes.] I...so far wouldn't be opposed to the idea of another date....After you save up of course. Steaks are expensive and I wouldn't insult your pride by paying this time. I don't mind waiting until you're ready. I don't plan on going anywhere.

Really? Gimme your hands.

[Look, he'll get to the future date stuff in due course, but for now, instead of chinhandsing, he's going to reach across the table (carefully avoiding knocking the teapots or sweets) and hold out his hands expectantly.]

Gotta be some parts that aren't hairy. ...Not that I mind a bit of hair. But we devils don't have it, so I'm not gonna lie, I don't know shit about how it grows. Solomon didn't grow much of it either that I saw, but I'm sure I know where you can tattoo, kehehehe. And if you're a good boy getting a tattoo, I'll reward you with more steaks.

[Wriothesley tilts his head a little in confusion but does give over both hands, the gloved and ungloved one. His hands are a little hairy on the back of the palms and if Satan rolls up his sleeve he is much hairer there and he will start to see some of the scars as well. There are some faint scars on his fingers if you really stare as well.]

I um...I'm pretty hairy. I'm not really sure I'd like a tattoo on my hand. I'm a boxer and often wear wrapping so I think one there would be a bad idea for me. I'm not really too knowledgeable in tattoos so I'll take your advice though if you think it's a good idea instead.

[His face does get a shade darker red at being called a good boy. He even pauses briefly and bites his lower lip but it happens so fast that it's easy to possibly miss. ]

Not on your hand, though you can get 'em there. Hurts more because of the lack of meat, though. But...

[As he indeed rolls up Wrio's sleeve, Satan stares in awe, rubs his thumb along some of that arm hair in blatant envy...And then turns both arms over gently so that the wrists are facing up.]

Here should have less hair. Right under the hand. Wrist. Right over your pulse. You could get something that really means something, here...Might do my next one on my wrists. My sigil, maybe. That'd be neat.

[MAN, he's so caught up in Wriothesley's arms and hair and arm hairs that he misses the good boy reaction, this fucking useless devil.] ...But it's an option. And you can get rid of the hair temporarily, can't you? Shave, like you shave your head hair?

I see. So the more thicker the less painful? That makes sense. I don't mind pain though. Since you are well versed in it perhaps you could do one for me.

[What makes the hair look even thicker is how dark it is on his skin, its as dark as the hair on the top of his head. Wriothesley looks down at his wrist though and thinks of what he might out there. It would be somwthing covered usually but he would know it was there. ]

Do you perhaps have suggestions for me? I've wanted one but never figured out an actual image before...

...You sure? I do stick-n-pokes, mostly. Nothing real fancy. Hurts more that way. [Satan.] But-- if it's your first, it really oughta be something that means something to you.

Besides, if you lemme pick, I'm gonna make you mark yourself up with my sigil, kekeke. Like this--

[Satan can't draw for shit, as we all know, but if there's anything any good devil knows, it's their own sigil. And his is simple enough, at least from what little I can glean from the tiny-ass ingame art, I'm suffering. Anyway, he's going to start scratching it, just heavy enough to leave the faintest red lines in his wake; it's basically this, but with a bit more detail, but like. That's all he's scratching onto Wriothesley's wrist, grinning smugly away as if this is the smoothest move ever.]

There. That's my sigil. If you roar loud enough that even I'll hear your voice in Hell, then you won't need it, but when you go home...Maybe try drawin' this. Maybe I'll hear you worlds away and come.

[He'll sit there for a second longer, smirking fondly at Wriothesley and rubbing his thumb over the scratched sigil, before pulling back and focussing on showing off his tattoo. Let him show off his sick delts bro, he works hard on them and he's proud!]

Right now I just gotta barcode on my arm. Might change it while I'm stuck here, who knows?

I've seen that method in prison. It was easier to get the tools for that passed guards when I was younger. That was when the old Warden was in charge. Now that I run the prison I am a bit more lenient. If someone wants to learn a skill and they prove they truly will learn it I do let them have the tools to succeed, even in prison. I've brought in tattooing equipment to my prison for those who want to tattoo the other inmates. If they do leave the prison one day reformed I want them to have skills they can take with them to start new lives. Not everyone is put in prison because they had wicked intentions....some had no other choice.

[It's clear Wriothesley must be speaking from his own experience from the way he says that but he doesn't divulge anything else. Instead he focuses on Satan's sigil. It looks like a star in a circle, something he's seen before in Gokudera's occult books in the library and he tilts his head a little. It doesn't really mean anything at all in his own world but it might to his lover and maybe he wouldn't mind having it on his skin for him.]

I like the star. I always enjoyed stars actually. For a few years I never got to see them again but recently and being here I get to see them again. I don't think I would hate having a star on me. Though I'm unsure if you'd be able to find my world. Perhaps I'll see if you can even hear me when I go home if I draw this again later.

[There is a fondness as he sits back in his chair and watches as Satan shows off his barcode.]

Isn't that one of those codes for scanning? I wonder how much you'd be worth, Satan. Should we ask the worker to ring you up for me or do you I couldn't afford you?

[He teases, chuckling softly as he reaches out to touch the barcode with his bar ahnd,, giving his arma gentle squeeze.]

Hrm...Maybe out of my price range here...but if I had my fortune from back home I think I could afford you....

...Aren't you worried they'll hurt 'emselves with proper gear in a prison? Or others? [Then again, the prison in Hell is. Well. It takes forever for anyone to actually leave, even with permission. Nigh literally. Plus, they're not leaving unless as mercenaries, and with strict conditions; the idea of providing a future for the already mindbroken and mindbreakers is too risky to entertain.

But-- anyway. Never mind his innocent question asked in earnest; Satan's eyes glow happily when Wriothesley approves of his sigil, and he puffs up a little, even more when he's squeezed where he's proudest of and complimented. Sorry to the cafe workers, but also it's Dup so this is probably better than fucking on the table at least?]

If you summon a devil with enough intent, then there's no way I couldn't come. I'm the first on every battlefield, and the first to come when called, kehehehe. You don't need to afford me; I just thought the barcode looked fuckin' awesome. Put 666 on it, and it's automatically badass. So keep all that fortune back home for yourself, 'n just put your whole heart into calling me. I know I'll hear it.

And if your man doesn't approve of a sigil, why not just get some stars in general? That'd be cool. Like a galaxy on your wrist.

I do worry but that's why they have to prove to me first they are deserving of the privilege. I don't just give weapons to every prisoner. I'm not that naive. I know not all can be saved.

[He listens to the words about the sigil and how Satan would come at his beck and call and finds it odd any mortal could have such command of such a powerful being. ]

So then what's in it for you if you will come whenever I fancy? Surely you have a life of your own, what if I call you everyday and abuse the sigil and you keep showing up thinking it's something important? Do you eat my soul or something after so many visits or do I reward each visit with my body? Is my body payment with each visit?

[he pours more tea for himself as he contemplates the idea of a galaxy on him but thinks of another idea.] what about a constellation, would that be bad?

I'll get to see your pretty face is what.

[Tee hee hee, he's so proud of himself for that one.] If you really want to offer up your soul so freely to a devil, however...Maybe I'll think about what I could do with it. Maybe I'll just snatch you to Hell, after too many prank calls.

Buuuut for now, a constellation'd also be badass. It'd make for a great place to get kisses too, wouldn't it? That's what I'd do if I got a constellation from home tattooed on me; I'd bully anyone I fucked into biting or marking over it a little. Why? You got a constellation in mind? Tell me about it, if you do. [And he'll make it clear that he's settling in for storytime by picking up a doughnut via fingering and starting to nibble at it, brows waggling.]

Me, pretty? You sure you have the right man? I've been called handsome and that one I can take but pretty? I think you're the one whose pretty personally.

[He doesn't hate it though and still smiles back. The flirtation did work on him.]

Well back home there is this constellation I always admired. It's called Cerberus. Always felt a connection to it. Do you know it at all? Dog with three heads?

Kerberos, huh? Like Naberius. He's one of the seventy-two, but he's also the do--

[Blink. The puzzle pieces snapped together in his head, and that shitty little smile turns into a confused frown, even as he takes a bite of doughnut.] --Wait, you got Kerberos where you're from, too? But he's a constellation? Naberius is a devil; got granted that honour for his hard work, if I remember correctly.

...He's not a bad guy at all, though. Fights hard, loyal as anything. Smart, too. There's no better guy whose constellation you could get on you, pretty-boy.

[Yeah, he's absolutely using 'pretty-boy' just to drive his opinion home. Yes, Wriothesley, to Satan you're absolutely also pretty. And pretty is (as far as I know) fine. Not as bad as cute. Tolerable. He'll allow it.] ...Actually, with the thing your hair does, you kinda look like you got horns. Or dog ears. Not like Naberius' horns, they kinda curve to the front, but I could see it.

He's a myth where I come from. Guardian of fortresses of old, a specific one of the underworld. Funny enough I used to love the story as a kid, now I sorta do the same as an adult. I guess I became my own Cerberus in a way. When I became the warden I stuck wolves all over the uniform in honor of it. Been wearing wolf sigils ever since. Felt like they gave me good luck in a way.

[Wriothesley doesn't make a comment on the nickname but it shows on his face in the way he smiles more and his cheeks darken that he does enjoy the nickname and also is a little embarrassed by it at the same time.]

My hair has done that for as long as I can remember. It's always been unruly, I don't style it that way those parts just never stay down no matter what I do. I guess they do look a bit like ears.

...Yeah, that makes total sense; Naberius is Avisos' guard dog nowadays, kinda runs rampage if he gets pissed off. Glad I'm not their neighbour. ...Wonder who blabbed about him to your world, though. That's pretty cool that you liked his story that much that you became your own version...

[He shucks the doughnut off his finger and sucks any stray icing off it, before reaching over to play with one of those little tufties, grinning away.]

It's cute. Don't change it unless you really wanna, 'cause I like it. Makes me wanna scratch behind it like it's really a dog ear. Better do this instead, though-- [Is he going to gently scratch behind Wrio's actual ear? Yes he is.]

I mean it wasn't planned that I became Cerberus, it just sort of turned out that way I suppose.

[When Satan reaches out to touch the hair tuft he blushes, his eyes close and instinctively he leans into the touch even rubbing his head into it.]

That feels nice...

[The scratching feels even nicer and he just lets out a very, very soft moan of approval at that too.] mhmmm....that feels even nicer

Way you're acting right now, I think it was just meant to be.

[Scritch scritch scritch; Satan looks pretty amused by Wriothesley's reactions, but equally charmed. Almost as if he's got half a mind to kiss him as he leans over the table a little, making it a double-hander ear scratch. It'd be easy. He has Wriothesley's head in his hands, even if there's no grip so much as sharp fingernails scraping away at sensitive skin.

But he doesn't. Not yet. Just sits there, looking very much like he'd like to.]

Kinda see why Beel likes Naberius so much, to be honest. I just wanna eat you up.

[Those icy blue eyes squeeze shut in bliss at the scratching. He can't help but lean into the gentle affection being offered him right now. Wriothesley is such a sucker for sweet affection and even with a lover as caring as Gokudera he still so rarely gets affection often like this. He's still unused to gentle touches and melts like he's doing right now.]

I...ah...I don't think I'd taste good. Too gamey I think.

[He jokes in-between the scratching and opens one eye to look towards Satan, humor in his gaze.]

Is..ah..is this the rest of the date? I won't complain if so. I haven't been pet in so long....but I thought you promised underwear tea.

--Fuck. Yeah! Yeah-- sorry! Fuck. Okay.

[The scratches: over. Satan's pretty much immediately getting to his feet, nearly knocking the table over in his enthusiasm.] I gotta show you how Sitri brews tea. C'mon-- actually, you. Meet me outside. I gotta get some stuff real quick, but I won't be long.

[He stands there for a second, just staring at Wriothesley if surprised at just how off track he managed to get because of this one singular man, before shaking his head to snap out if it. BRB he's gotta go buy some supplies. Tea's already been managed, but it's the hot water and some foam cups, right? Just a thermos of hot water. Or did they have that. He can't remember and neither can I but he'll get more. Can't go astray.]

[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.]

[Okay! Hot water, got. Cups, got. Wriothesley: ...easy enough to locate, if one just looks for the Really Tall Hottie lingering nearby. Satan bounds over, practically glowing with excitement (and admiration) (look the guy looks bangin' smoking, can't help that can he), and waves the thermos expectantly.]

Hey, gorgeous. Where d'you wanna do this? I don't mind, long as it's not right in public. Obvious reasons, I hope.

[Bad news, Wriothesley, sir. it's absolutely the pair he's wearing that's getting used for a filter. At least that means that it like. Turns into ambrosia, from the looks of it? Why the fuck is it sparkling. What is he about to make his date drink.]

[When Satan comes back over he drops the cigarette to the floor and puts it out before walking over to him. The smell lingers around him, his scent a mix of cigarettes and bergamot now
all smokey to add to the citrus and musk he had before.]

Why don't we go deeper in the alleyway? I can black what's happening and make an ice wall so no one sees. I don't think it's illegal if I crack it after. Pretty sure I can make a thin enough one.

[He's already rolling up his sleeves and stretching to prepare for the ice wall he mentioned. For a moment his icy blue eyes almost give off the illusion that they glowed for a moment.]

Sound like a plan?

...You don't need to go that far, it won't take long.

[He seems genuinely bewildered about why Wriothesley would expend any effort into hiding him when. He's perfectly fine with whipping it out in public, and it's more the worry of people not wanting to see it that keeps him decent. But hey, who's he to stop a total babe from doing his thing?

Satan shrugs and trots a little deeper into the alley, as bid, before nodding.]

But if you really wanna, then why not. I wanna see what you can do, besides.

[Glowing eyes? He saw that much at least, and by golly does he wanna see what Wriothesley's cooking if his eyes are glowing like that.]

[Wriothesley follows in deeper into the alley, his adrenaline already starting to pick up a little. Honestly he's excited to try the tea but also not. He really doesnt know why he agreed to it once he figured it out but he's really enjoyed this date and doesn't want it to end yet so yeah he's going along with the crazy for now.]

Alright, don't stand too close it gets cold.

[The warning isn't just for show either. He pushes up the sleeves of his coat and once more his eyes glow only this time its not a flicker, they stay glowing as his magic is activated. The temperature around him drops to freezing and frost and ice travels up Wriothesley's hands freezing himself for a moment. He cracks his beck as he gets into a boxing position before he punches the air around them and walls of ice shoot up from the ground surrounding them.

More ice travels up Wriothesley, freezing him more but he's able to move despite it. His eyes stop glowing once the ice walls are up and he starts to pat down his arms of the frost that gathered there.]

I can destroy these with a few punches after and they will melt with time after so...no harm no foul. Let's see this tea now.

[he still has smoke leaving his mouth as he speaks, clearly his interally temperature is still cold despite looking fine externally.]

Gotcha!

[...But he's still going to shuffle just a touch closer, just to watch. Of course he is! This is sick as, and watching steam whorl from Wriothesley's mouth when he's done? Almost as sick. Satan can't help but brush in closer and help pat the frost away, red eyes glowing and hair puffing with excitement.]

Shit, you're cool...! Don't judge me if I'm hard after that, alright?

[Maybe he is, just a little. And it's going to be on display, because he's absolutely starting to slip out of his jumpsuit, setting one cup between his feet and]

Oh, right. Tea? You nabbed some, yeah? I'll just need enough for two cups. [It's going into his Hellvin Klein panties. Right where his dicknballs were sitting. Sorry, bro.]

[Wriothesley would have enjoyed the red eyes glowing if he could see the color but he does notice at least a glow to Satan's own eyes if he can't see the color. He doesn't ask about it since his attention is immediately taken away by the man starting to strip and the look of his dick. Obviously he's seen many before even previously to being in this world but he does have to say he enjoys the look of Satan's. Though not today, he promised himself not again on a first date even if hes about to have some weird dick tea thing. So after a nice look he forces himself to look elsewhere and just offers the tea when asked and keeps his eyes elsewhere.]

...how did this brewing method even come to be. I understand you are filtering it with cloth which makes sense I guess but.....why underwear of all things?

[At least Satan is giving him a memorable experience.]

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((that art of satan is lovely btw!))

IT IS...it's canon we are blessed

Re: love it when canon art goes hard

RIGHT the cards...so good. i love u whb card artist

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You have me deceased over the manties line xD)))

look sometimes i gotta mix it up from 'knickers' okay that...shows my location? shhhh

Re: undies is totally a valid gps giveaway

what about grundies tho.

Re: wtf is a grundie???

GRUNDIE UNDIESSSS it's aussie rhyming slang >:B

Re: thats kinda adorable I love it. Does all the slang rhyme?

not all of it, and most of it's older so i prob dont even know most of it tbf...

Re: well still even if some does I think thats super cute.

what about 'telling porky pies' for lies. is that australian slang. or is that old news.