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[worcestershiresauce]

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[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. ]

[bruxing]

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?

[worcestershiresauce]

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...

[bruxing]

...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?

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

[worcestershiresauce]

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....

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

[bruxing]

...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.

Re: love it when canon art goes hard

[worcestershiresauce]

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?