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[worcestershiresauce]

Sorry, I'm away on a tea break. Leave a note and I'll get back to you when I'm done.

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[bruxing]

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.]

[worcestershiresauce]

[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.]

[bruxing]

Dunno! Never asked Sitri, to be honest; if he says something's good, then it's good.

[Not just because of the inability to lie, of course, but that goes a long way too.

Anyway. Don't think he hasn't noticed the ogling, young-old man. Satan chuckles under his breath as he takes the tea, cock definitely stiffening at the mere thought of being paid such attention (despite the no fuck pact for today). Time to scoop some out and put it riiiiight in the fork of his briefs, before swapping the tea out for that thermos and the cups.]

...Might need you to swap the cups out for me, so I don't burn myself mid-pour or something. You alright with that?

[Says he, already unscrewing the thermos. This is happening. Shit, he's already dribbling hot water over the tea leaves and into one cup

and

??????? The tea filtering through his worn manties is gold. The fuck.] Not that I can't stop, but it'll be easier that way! Understand if not, though.

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

[worcestershiresauce]

[Honestly for a moment Wriothesley's mind just sort of does a quick reboot as he watches Satan prepare everything. He truly can't believe this is happening in front of him at the moment. Never in his wildest imagination did he picture anything this horrific with tea and yet its really happening. He can't possibly look away nor is he able to hide the look of distaste on his face either as he watches the scene play out.]

.....

[He sees the cups move and the water start to pour and his body catches up to his brain then and he follows Satan's instructions then to change out the cups. The gold color is...unique? He's never seen golden tea before like this and just watches a bit memorized.]

How...how are you doing this? You didn't say it would turn golden?

[Unless its his own colorblindness playing tricks on him? Is he not seeing the real color of the tea?]

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

[bruxing]

...I dunno. It just happens?

[A beat, though he continues pouring hot water through the ballsack-sweat strainer and into the cup, thanks Wriothesley, you the MVP. Satan's actually having to think about it now, and he's not sure that there's a satisfactory answer...]

Maybe it's because I'm a devil king 'n all? I never thought to ask Sitri if his tea was gold too, but now I think on it...The stuff he drinks is just normal colour, like the stuff we just drank.

Is that bad? It didn't taste bad when I had some! And it didn't kill Solomon's child, so it should be safe for humans? You're not gonna die or get sick, promise!

Re: undies is totally a valid gps giveaway

[worcestershiresauce]

You gave this to a child?!?

[He is so incredibly flabbergasted by Satan that he almost misses the chance to change the cups and gets a bit of the liquid on his hand but he doesn't luckily.

He does take a cup now that there is nothing else for Satan to pour and he just stares at the golden drink in his hands, terrfied on if he should actually taste it. It doesn't smell different but, he truly can't hide how disgusted he is.]

.....you drink it first...I can't possibly try it first even if it smells normal....

I feel like im committing a crime against tea....

what about grundies tho.

[bruxing]

Nah, they're grown. They're from Solomon's bloodline though, so we call 'em Solomon's child. [Fucking, nameable protag, fucking shit,] But I'd let a kid drink this too, if there--

[his face falls a little, and his jaw sets, as if he's trying to avoid grinding his teeth.

...Anyway.] --It's fine to drink, though. Told you, I've had it before. I'll have it now. Doesn't taste like ballsack, and I'd know.

[Just to prove it, he takes a loooooong, noisy slurp; doesn't drain the cup, as if it's something unpleasant to be done with, just has a slurparoo. Swishes it about in his mouth. Swallows. Takes another sip, less obnoxiously loud this time.] If it kills you, I'll follow you soon after. Alright? But it's not a crime; Sitri takes his tea seriously, so he wouldn't do any crimes against it.

Re: wtf is a grundie???

[worcestershiresauce]

[Honestly, Wriothesley watches Satan take a slurp of the tea in a little bit of horror. He tries not to show it but now matter how much he tries to steady his face he can't hide the widening of his eyes and slight part of his lips.

When it's his turn to try he takes his own cup of gokden liquid and looks it over, the cup almost shaking in his hand. He truly can't believe he's about to do this. Maybe he's possessed by some strange being or something. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes to not think about it as he takes a quick sip and swallows.

The taste is...normal. Shockingly normal. It just tastes like plain tea and that's all. If anything the underwear is too thick a strainer and its almost too watery tasting of a tea with a very very mild flavor. He's confused and goes in for another sip and just really doesn't get why devils enjoy such a bland version of tea. Still he doesn't want to say its bland after Satan just shared something precious with him he was so proud of. It's drinkable which is a huge plus considering how scared he was to try it originally.]

It's pleasant. I wasn't expecting that. I think I'd add sugar to it though. I like a sweeter blend.

[It's an honest answer, he hopes it makes his date happy.]

GRUNDIE UNDIESSSS it's aussie rhyming slang >:B

[bruxing]

...Not as good as Sitri's. But he usually brews it longer or something, lets it get real strong. Has better blends from Hell, too, but this's drinkable. Right? Not the end of the world?

'Scuse me. [He puts the cup down, pleased enough that Wriothesley's humouring him and not totally revolted; gotta take the undies off, after all, to avoid scalding his dicknballs. Once he's shimmied out of them, Satan's just going to get dressed again and pick his cup back up.

Ah well. Probably about time he stopped handwashing the heavens out of his Hellvin Klein knickers and got a new pair. He'll tuck them into one pocket for later. Freeballing ain't so bad on a no-fuck first date.] Sweeter's fine though. I like sweeter too, but this was just the tester batch. I'll stick to Sitri's tea, maybe yours if you win me over, huh?

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

[worcestershiresauce]

No its not the end of the world. It's drinkable.

[He has to admit it is. Wriothesley watches as Satan just half ass naked wrings out his undies and with a quick look over he turns to give him some privacy but does approve very much of the quick once over he gave. The man not only has a nice cock but a nice ass as well. He promised no fucking but he can't help the bit of stirring of his own cock at the sight he was just given. The man is beautiful.

With a clearing of his throat and trying to distract his thoughts and will the erection threatening to start, he instead focuses on the ice wall still standing.]

IF I win you over? I haven't won you over yet? [He teases a little, looking over his shoulder as he pays more attention to the ice than the man putting his clothes back on. Once the pants are secure he finally throws a punch firmly at the center of the wall of ice and the whole thing shatters and crumbles as if it was never there blocking them from view in the first place.]

There, now the shards will be easier to melt on their own. Should we continue on a little walk?

[He offers his arm, knowing their date is coming to close but wanting just a little more time with this man.]

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

[bruxing]

It's only the first date, remember? We gotta really get along before you'll even think of fuckin' me.

[He scoops up the supplies, cups tea water and all, and jams them back in the bag they came in, before slipping up beside Wriothesley and slinging an arm around his shoulders.]

...Let's stroll.

And for the record, you're on a pretty good streak. Drank my tea, sat and talked to me, didn't act like my bare ass was gross...All bonus points, in my book. Might even kiss you when I drop you off.

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

[worcestershiresauce]

Well I already happen to think we are also getting along well.

[He leans in when Satan wraps an arm around his shoulder. It's a little awkward with the height difference but he doesn't mind. If this is what he prefers then he will walk like this with him.]

I'm not sure who'd think your bare ass was gross. Apologies for taking a longer look than I should have. I fear I couldn't help myself. You're very handsome. It's easy to talk with you.

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

[bruxing]

You'd be surprised by what humans think when you drop trou in front of 'em, kahahaha!

[This is definitely his speed; Satan visibly perks up even more when that big, hairy arm settles around his shoulders, leaning in to bump their hips together as they stroll along.]

But if you didn't look, I'd start thinking my ass was ugly, so-- look all you want, is what I'm saying. We already knew we were both handsome, though; important part is the getting along bit. And you're real easy to talk to, too. Shit, I'd kiss you even if you didn't drink my tea.

If you let me, of course.