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[worcestershiresauce]

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[worcestershiresauce]

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?

[bruxing]

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?

[worcestershiresauce]

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.

[bruxing]

[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.

[worcestershiresauce]

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.

[bruxing]

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.]

[worcestershiresauce]

Before you mix them together I suggest you try them each on their own. Better to know the seperate tastes first.

[That and also the idea of mixing the two teas almost sends Wriothesley into a mini heartattack.]

The gardemechs don't really have personalities. They are just more machines who work as guards since we don't have enough human staff to run the prison. No one's fucked one and no one would want to. They don't have that ability to fuck or the function. My world isn't like this one where you need to fuck to survive. As for waterproof...they aren't at all. They are all gears and bolts and rust over time. It's why I have to work on them.

[He takes a macroon and eats it and then his ownntea, sipping elegantly or rather it just looks elegant when he does it. Wriothesley looks much happier with a cup of tea in his hand.] Do you not use herbs at all back home?

[bruxing]

...Fair enough. Chamomile, then Earl Grey.

[He drains the chamomile tea, swishing it around in his mouth as if that'll help him pick out the flavours more, before nodding intently.] I don't know what blends Sitri uses; he says the names, but I don't really listen. If he made it for me, then I'll fuckin' drink it.

...We need to get your bots waterproofed, then. Ask Mammon about it, once I hook you up. Later, I know. He'll have some idea, he's the tech guy. Got AI floating around all of Tartaros. ...But robot guards who can't fuck'd be great for guarding Abaddon...Can't distract them with a tight ass or a nice dick or pussy--

[A beat. He looks around, before grimacing; better focus on getting himself a cup of Earl Grey instead of yapping about genitals in a cafe.] --sorry. Not, uh. Date talk. We can table that for another time, but it'll be neat to hear about that sort of thing. That macklemore thing taste any good? You look good eating it. Really fancy.

[worcestershiresauce]

I think it's lovely you have someone like Sitri back home. If I'm being honest I'm a little jealous. I have Gokudera here but if I go home I'm alone again. I don't have a Sitri or Dera back home for me. I have a Neuvillette who told me he doesn't love me and others who are afraid of the mysterious 'Duke' of Meropide.

[Wriothesley takes another sip and places the cup as gently as he can but its still sort of placed unceremoniously as he's annoyed by his own words. He doesn't really want to go home.

He was about to elaborate more on that but then he hears Satan prounounce Macroon and he can't help but cheer up at the silliness of it.] Did....did you mean to say Macroon?

[He shakes his head and chuckles, actually fully chuckles and then leans forward to take a bite out of Satan's donut right from around his finger.]

I'm sorry, you were mentioning the mech, it's okay to talk about that on a date of you want. I'm not a prude, besides it's more a business discussion anyway.

[bruxing]

Haaaa? Oi, you haven't met every single fucking person in your country; I don't need to go there to know that. Somewhere out there, there's someone who loves you for who you are, just as you are. Fucked up bits, good bits, all bits.

Maybe you haven't even noticed them yet. Point is, you got someone here, and that-- that's the dragon, right? Neuvillette? The blue guy. He lost out, easy. Even I can tell that you're a good guy who any devil'd be wanting to snatch up for their husband; sort of guy any proud Gehenna devil'd petition Lady Lilith for twenty babies with. [He's getting a bit heated about this subject, pointing animatedly with his doughnut finger--

until Wriothesley takes a bite out of it, and it falls onto Satan's plate. He sputters a little, ears burning red, and looks away with a soft huff.] ...Never mind anyone else.

You'll find your person. And until then, you're gonna have your person here, and you're gonna eat macros, and my hole bread, and you're gonna kick ass. That's all there is to it.

[worcestershiresauce]

While you are correct in that statement, working in an underwater prison is not a place to 'meet people'. I hardly never leave and the only time I do is to meet with Neuvillette who, yes, is the dragon I spoke of.

[He watches Satan's skin go flushed, which of course to him doesn't take on a pink hue but a stranger color instead but one hes much more used to understanding as a blush and just smiles a little as he picks up the fallen donut to hold it out for Satan to bite.]

Twenty babies? I don't know how humans work in your world but in mine unfortunately men can't get pregnant. I fear I wouldn't have the right tools to offer you any children, your majesty. My sincere apologies.

[He does reach out with his other hand to cup Satan's cheek, looking at him sweetly for a moment.] Thank you, you truly are rather kind in your words and I've not even done anything to deserve it. How are you enjoying your...hole bread is what you call it. It's called a donut if you'd like to have more and I'm not with you by the way. No one will know what you mean if you call them hole bread.

[bruxing]

Then you go home, and you take breaks sometimes, and you go and meet people. Damn, I'm not your mother. You're the only one who can meet people for you!

[Sniff. Being looked at all sugar and no spice is

unsettling
in what it does to him. Even the meekest devil has their rage, their envy, their greed, after all, and Satan's completely disarmed for a few seconds.]

...You're taking me on a date. That's plenty, asshole. Don't need more than that. [His lips dip down more for the theatre of it, to act as though he's not enjoying this as much as he is.] And you got me some doughnuts, and some macros, and some tea. So I owe you a good date in return.

[Ahem. Okay, get your shit together, Satan!! He inhales deeply, brushes his lips against Wriothesley's palm, and then slurps obnoxiously at his tea.] ...Besides, devils don't get pregnant at all. We go and we ask Lady Lilith to craft new devil tykes. Except she's fucked off, but-- if she ever comes back, my point stands. I'd get her to make me a tyke based off you, if you visited my Gehenna.

[worcestershiresauce]

My home is the prison. I live there. It's the only home I've ever known apart from this world now. I've never had anything else.

[There is a lot left unsaid in that statement but Wriothesley isn't ready to tell his entire backstory yet and especially not in a crowded cafe. That is something said in private.]

Well I happen to be enjoying our date quite well. I have a handsome date who has such unique language and has been pleasant company so far. Plus I have tea, I couldn't think of a better date personally.

[His smile only seems more fond at the fact Satan's lips brush against his palm for a moment. The smile does turn to surprise and almost shock though as Satan explains how more devils are made where he comes from.]

You mean....you could just...make a child after my appearance....from nothing?

[Hes not horrified at all but rather surprised. A Family, it actually sounds like a chance for Wriothesley to have a family. The one things hes craved his entire life since he's been a child himself.]

Would they really look like me?

[His voice is softer as he asks, slightly in disbelief as he looks down at his tea, thinking immediately of a little girl that was a mix of him and Gokudera. He knew here it was never possible but another place in another life, how amazing it would be.]

[bruxing]

But you can--

[But it's not Satan's place to tell Wriothesley how to live his life. If he's saying that, then it's for a reason, right? So he drops it. Better to focus on the talk of children; even if they're a rarity in Hell as a whole, it's still a topic he's quite happy to indulge in.

...Just let him finish his tea first, maybe nibble at a macaroon while he's at it.]

Mmgh, yeah. She crafts baby devils. Well-- not outta nothing, but. We don't breed like you guys do, anyway. And usually it's married couples who go 'n get a tyke made, so of course Lady Lilith tries to include a little of both devils. The best of them. So it'd look a bit like you, and have what she thought was best of you. And what God thought was best.

...I hope she comes back soon, to tell the truth. It's killing my people to not be able to have little feet pitter-patting on the cobblestone, and we gotta replenish our people besides. Don't think I'd be a good father myself, but I want for my people to be happy, and live full, romantic, happy lives with their whole fuckin' hearts.

You deserve that too.

[worcestershiresauce]

[There is so many thoughts in hisnhead at that but once Satan says "the best of you" Wriothesley's excitement of the topic falls and he seems sad.

What was best of him? A murderer? A man stained for life? He never had a family, he wouldn't know the first thing of it himself. Who was he kidding that he could even think for a moment about that even hypothetically.

He hides his disappointment by finishing his cup of tea and taking his gloves off since they are inside. His hands now exposed are worn with small scars all over them and old calluses from years of fighting. There isn't anything delicate about them.]

Well...I hope she comes back to your world and you can have a child of your own if you decide it.

[He ignores the comment that he deserves it too, he knows he doesn't. He never will.


Instead he pours himself some earl grey and the scent is so similar to his own. He adds a bit of cream this time and two sugar cubes.]

Would you like some Earl grey?

[bruxing]

Haw? I just said I wouldn't be a good father! I don't plan on letting go of Gehenna's reins any time soon.

[...What'd he say to piss Wriothesley off? Satan furrows his brows enough to crease the cross on his forehead, but he nudges his empty cup forward all the same.] ...Hit me.

--wait, is it better with the cream? Lemme try.

[and

he leans bodily over the table to just dip his tongue in Wriothesley's cup like a fucking cat, humming as he mulls over the taste.] ...Not bad. Haven't had it with cream before, but I'll tell Sitri to try it when I get home.

[worcestershiresauce]

[The quick catlike taste test of his tea almost makes him drop his tea. He wasn't expecting that at all and he just lets it happen, blinking for a moment before putting the cup down and covering his mouth to stop the laugh that threatens to leave his lips.]

I'm..I'm glad you liked it.

[he does pour Satan his own cup after but doesnt add cream in case he wants to try it without.]

You really are unpredictable. It's a good thing. I think I like you Satan. I think I'd like to be friends with you if you'd like to with me.

[He sips his own tea then and reaches across the table to just hold hands with Satan casually, nothing more or less.]

You don't push me for more than what I'm comfortable to offer. I appreciate that, it's very rare here.

[bruxing]

...Really?

[Ah, now he feels bad for reading Wrio's mind earlier. Satan stares at his tea for a few seconds, lips pulled thin with guilt, before taking a sip without thinking about cream and sugar at all.]

If you're sure, then-- I'd be down to be friends, of course.

[Despite his roiling guilt, he still squeezes Wriothesley's hand, thumb rolling over his knuckles.]

...So, ah. How much cream d'you put in this tea, anyway? Mind showing me so I don't fuck it up?

[worcestershiresauce]

Yeah. You're funny, a little weird but a good guy. I like you. I think we can be good friends.

[He takes the cream and fills the the cup for him with the perfect amount for Satan to enjoy it. It wasn't too much, similar to how he made it for himself.]

Just add enough to lighten the tea a few shades is all. You can add some sugarcubes too if you want it sweet. Do you like sweet things or do devils not like sweets? [He assumed they did since he seemed to like donuts so...]

What other things do you like, besides food I mean?

[bruxing]

Weird? I'm the peak fuckin' example of a devil, I'll have you know. Maybe you're the weirdo!

[At least it's perked him up again; Satan huffs, nudging Wriothesley under the table with the tip of his boot as he slurps that tea down with relish. ...And smacks his lips, also with relish.]

This's good shit, I'm definitely telling Sitri to add cream. And-- I mean, devils like all different stuff, just like people. Sweets are alright in moderation, but I like shit that'll put hair on your chest, too. Spicy, punchy stuff that'll knock you on your ass.

...And I like motorbikes. Explosions. Human art. Fighting. Warm, sunny days with clear skies-- but not too hot, I hate those hot days that make you want to rip someone's head off their fucking shoulders because you're so pissed off at how hot it is. Swimming's alright. Cute humans are good. Snakes are badass. ...What about you? What's on your likes list, huh? Handsome, manly devils on there?

[worcestershiresauce]

[That deep chuckle does leave him and he smiles earnestly]

Well, maybe I am weird indeed.

[He sips his tea as he listens to Satan's answers, pleased to know he enjoys his favorite tea and when he asks for his own likes he takes a moment to think of them. It's harder for him to answer. He doesn't really do much outside of working even here but there are some things he's come to like.]

I suppose beside the obvious of enjoying tea, I do enjoy a warm day as well. I get cold rather easily despite having control over the element so I'm not actually a fan of the cold. I do enjoy music as well, I can't explain why but orchestrated music and operas have always seemed nostalgic to me even as a child even though I've never been to a concert or an opera before. I do also enjoy some skills I've picked up when I was incarcerated. Learned how to pierce and did the ones I have on myself and one on my partner. I do enjoy some sweets myself, never really had them growing up so they were a treat when I was older. Spicy is good too but my favorite is meat. I didn't get it often unless I'd win big in the ring so I'd always try to fight people twice my size when I was younger just for a chance to taste some meat. I'd win but the warden back then rarely kept his promises.

[bruxing]

That's alright, I like weird humans the most.

[Chinhands. He's done sipping tea for the moment, and the sweets don't quite catch his attention as much as Wriothesley does.]

I know a few guys back home who're big on piercings too; it always looks badass on them, but I dunno if it'd suit me. You ever get into tattoos? Beelzebub's also big on tattoos, kinda got me hooked to doing my own. [We're. not talking about Satan's method of changing his tattoos up.] But...

Y'know, makes sense that you'd like meat, kehehe! You're a choice cut of meat yourself, and a good steak? That shit's premium. Now I know what to do when I save up some; I'll take you out for steaks.

...If you wanna go on another date after this. Shouldn't go counting the eggs before they hatch or whatever the hell it is.

[worcestershiresauce]

[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.

[bruxing]

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.

[worcestershiresauce]

[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. ]