Marvel at my Strength!

TO: Ibaraki Douji FROM: Takumi

   >> No, I’m not in Golden, I’m in Cotes.    >> The mayhem going on there looks crazy!    >> … Wait, are YOU in Golden?

TO: Takumi

FROM: Ibaraki Douji

    >>No, im not there either

    >>I just wanted to make sure U werent there

[txt] Where r u

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*:・ﾟ✧* ♥  :    Momentary falter gone, he’s grinning again – by now at least, it grew as Ibaraki stripped. How could it not? He will definitely admit it is as the writer’s description – many great sculptors would kill for a model with a body like that. Now that it’s been insinuated that he may be a little shy, the very notion of it has passed and his blazer and tie have been discarded, leaving him in a lavender button-up. 

        ❝ Now now, don’t sell the evening short. It has only            just begun! ❞

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*:・ﾟ✧* ♥  :    ❝ I have no doubt it will be. ❞

                           Normally, there would be little time wasted in a situation like this. No, the door has been closed behind them, but the room has fallen quite silent after his last remark. Rather than the typical steamy continuation, Samael stands there – frankly a little self - conscious. Not about his skill or his size or anything ludicrous like that, no. It was the very reason that they were there that he hesitates. 

         ❝ I must admit, my condition is frankly fucking disgusting.              You are either brave or kinky for offering this. ❞

“Is that not that why we are here?” Ibaraki asked him. “You need not bare yourself at all, after all.” His hand tugs at his own armour, discarding metal and cloth until his torso is bare. Near white skin is littered with old scars playing across muscles that may as well be etched from marble. His arm is missing from below the bicep, but he seems unbothered and un-self conscious of it.

He seats himself crosslegged on the floor and looks up to the other demon king. “I came here with no intention other than for you to drink my blood to recover yourself. I see no reason for you to show me anything at all if it should make you self conscious. Come. Sit. You may take all the time you need.”

*:・ﾟ✧* ♥  :    The door is pushed shut, closing the two demons to a space that is not personalized to the present occupant in the least. He didn’t even know where to get things to customize his space yet, let alone know how to get his money, so it is decorated how the islands rulers have designed it, if not with accents from the longest - staying roommate. 

                        Now behind closed doors, his claws find Ibaraki, catching his clothes and tracing his revealed contours before passing him and leading him up to his room,  ❝ What an intriguing question, ❞ he murmurs, leading the way to his room, only turning and raising his voice to conversational level when he reaches his bedroom door. 

                           ❝ On the contrary, I am here to do nothing but experience things, my dear. Why bother otherwise, hm? ❞

He finds the other handsy, though he can hardly blame him. After all he is magnificent and it stands to reason the other would want to touch him. He chuckles lowly, but follows after his host.

“Hm, is that right?” he asks softly. “I admit that is the only appeal of this place. Learning and experiencing new things.”

Looks at @sciaphillia.

Looks at @mahebi.

Ibaraki:

SEND ME YOUR ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT ME AND I’LL RESPOND WITH “CORRECT,” “NOPE” OR “KINDA” [accepting]