Pitch Black Devil

“Absolutely darling…how about just some mutual touching to begin with?” She cooed at him. “I need something to perk me up.”

He lets the smoke pour from his mouth lazily as he listens to his dear friend. Sounds like the usual happenings to him. Funny how Satanick and himself share similar lifestyles. The orca chuckles as he picks up his own drink, smirking at the nudging.

“You know me too well.” Idate knocks back his shot, rapping his knuckles on the bar to get another drink. “I think I finally met your wife during a recent visit to your world. The wait was well worth it.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* He perked up at the mention of his wife. Oh... His dear friend must have had a wonderful time! His wife was always such a good entertainer of guests. 

“How sweet of you to say… Of course, that’d be noble of you,” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.  “Though, even strong, handsomepeople like yourself are can get badly burned if they aren’t careful…”

The blonde gave a soft chuckle, playfully brushing his foot against Satanick’s from beneath the table. The Devil’s flattery always got him places.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  The devil’s eyes lit up once he felt the foot against his. A playful smile formed across his face as he began to brush back enthusiastically. Now this is just what he planned for.

“..I guess a chatting over a drink couldn’t hurt. If it’s me you wanna know about, the name’s Vendetto.”

 He shrugged, adopting a more nonchalant demeanor, rather then the pseudo-kind bullshit he had been trying to pull.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  Satanick clasped his hands together in joy. Wonderful, just wonderful. A nice relaxing drink with new company! That is just what he desired. Though, it wasn’t often he didn’t get what he desired, but even so, it was always nice. He motioned for the other to follow him as he started making his way forward.

“… you may indeed but do you know how to use it~” no one was better than her, not even other versons of herself, it would be probably better to take the same form but who fuckin cares

“Doesn’t mean you’re not stupid, Satan.”

He done blurted something.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  The devil stopped and listened carefully to just what the other had to say. He took it in, thought it over, and simply hummed as soon as the words left the other’s mouth. Before responding he pulled out his notepad once more and jotted down a few notes before tucking it away.

Now he more forcefully slapped the devils hand off his shoulder.

“An’ My answer wasn’t optional. Take someone who wants your company.” Glasses grumbled, he might not have been so harsh, if Satanick had asked him before just trying to drag him into something so sudden.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  The devil frowned and swirled around his son again to look him in the eyes. Well, in the sunglasses. He continued to frown before crossing his arms. He simply just did not understand why his son was being so resistant! Was it not natural to love going to dinner with your beloved relatives?  

“God I have a big dick,”