black sheep

“You don’t get it! I have several someones! All of them are off limits! I can’t just hook up with someone I don’t care about!” 

   This venue was creepy by anyone’s standards, and definitely the last place anyone was meant to be leading the likes of a preteen kid for caretaking. Yet here they found themselves deep within the bowels of District Gamma, instruction to knock passed from Bill to the boy whom accompanied him before the polygon took up residence again at the head of their two-man party.

   “Lɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴀʏɪɴ’. sʜᴇ’s ᴀɴ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇᴇᴘ– ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.” A golden glow against the backdrop of a sealed door accompanied the reinforcement of these similarities, reassurance something sparingly issued except with intent to catalyst favor in the demon’s direction. However, he wasn’t permitted much further opportunity to expand upon pre-introductions, before the creak of the hinges announced the arrival of the aforementioned woman.

   “Lᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏ sᴇᴇ, Bʟᴏɴᴅɪᴇ! ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ? ɢᴏ ᴏɴ, ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ– ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ!” Flirtatiously administered were these words at first, a one-eyed wink (well, it was the thought that counted) to accompany a greeting uttered in all fondness. “ʜᴇʏ, ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ғᴏʀ ʏᴀ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʙᴜsʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀʙʜᴏʀs ᴛᴀɢ-ᴀʟᴏɴɢs, ʜᴇʜ! ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ sᴋɪᴛᴛɪsʜ– ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʙᴏ– ᴍʏ ʙᴏʏ. ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ?”

   @coquetting​ ▶ @paperpines

“Boss ♥ ! Oh, it hasn’t been that long but it always feel like an eternity...” Cheerfulness is a latent trait in the succubus’ voice. However, it lasts almost nothing once taking notice of the events unfolding inside the dampened walls that conformed district gamma. Gaze darts where the boy is, curious inspection aggravates eventually once redirecting her attention to her ‘boss’. A childish grimace of lips match furrowed eyebrows, cheeks flushing alongside. “If missing you turned me into a substitute nanny, what’s the point? Honestly, you’re not the only one with a busy schedule.” Blatant lie that keeps her from denying said request -- curiosity too, never had she been one to interact with the smallest humans and the opportunity is unique on its own. A defeated sigh may be taken as acceptance or resignation in Catherine’s case.

“You’re lucky I like you, Bill. I wouldn’t do this for anyone, EVER. I’ll... see what I can do for your...little pet over there!” She isn’t trustworthy but she knows better than getting on trouble over nothing and ruining the harmonious relationships she built. Heel hits against the ground and after a moment of hesitance, she acknowledges the kid’s presence for good. “You won’t give me any trouble, will you? Can I trust you’ll be a good boy?”