Lazy Ass

"Then don't act like one." He set his drink down, unfinished and pushed away from the counter. "Remember the reports." He added with disinterest. Creating some sort of separation between himself and this conversation and the implications he was reading off it. Off he was fucking.

"I mind my own business, that's hardly acting like one," Cresil quipped back. But it wasn't big enough of a problem to dig further into it, so he simply eyeballed a particular demon that was also sizing him up. Welp, there we go. Time to make an opportunity. "Yeah, sure, papers, whatever," he drawled before he headed off.

"For you to stop treating me like something that needs saving." Cresil eventually sat up, if only because there was a drink that needed to be finished so he might as well return to the counter. "You look down on me enough. If you're going to look at me like I'm some hapless victim, you should be looking to the whole of hell along with me." He downed the rest of his drink and slicked his hair back, humming.

Took a drink and abruptly manifested wings exclusively to knock Cresil right over in a feather-y sideways wap. "Don't be a twat. Much as I appreciate the Wrath sparkle."

"Fine. I'll use and industrial stapler gun." He added. Slouching onto his elbow.

"You want me to get a megaphone out and announce it? Will it make you stop bitching?" Side eye. Oops, little bit of that wrath peaking out.

"If you think the rumor mill of our Hell doesn't hang on every little fucking tidbit of the Royalties and Sins then I'm going to have to stick a muzzle on you, post haste." He retorted more sharply than he intended due to the bitter truth of that statement itself.

"Kinky." Cresil, ever so helpful in his commentary. He chewed on the olive this time. toothpick left between teeth.

"You say that any louder and I'm going to have to make you brush 1k-mouth's teeth." He said finally before getting himself a whiskey.

"Relaaaax." Drawled as he took a smug sippy sip. "You worry too much. No one listens to what I say anyway." Might as well not exist, even! Hmmm.

Pushed at Cresil's face before removing his hand. Blue and calming down. Eugh. He also didn't have a good comeback for that.

Snicker snicker. He licked over his lips and shrugged, blinking innocently at him. Cresil eventually ordered another martini from the bar, considering this a win.

SLAPPED A HAND OVER CRESIL'S MOUTH. DO NOT. tHE FUCK. SHUT.

Cresil's going to fake moan behind that hand over his mouth. Couldn't resist. But don't worry, no more baby talk~.

Took him a beat of staring back at that stare before he lifted his hand to point. "Boy, that was to get you away from Sloth and Lust being nasty fuck gremlins. Sir."

"And that time you were really horny for a baby too, huh?" He's not convinced.

"Excuse me, I'm not the horny bastard around here." Never mind, he was back to bristling up.

He had the reflexes to catch it and snap teeth shut to eat it. Chewing before he swallowed to speak again. "Sore loser." Like he was any better when they bickered.

"You're just upset you made me soft. No dick for you. Sorry~." Cresil stuck his tongue out. Little blep for your troubles.

"Well I've lost my boner." Cresil sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. God really had abandoned him.

Broke into a hard snort and eyed him casually. "Weak."

He's going to get an olive flicked at his face.

"Says someone that's never spent more then ten consecutive minutes scribbling dicks in the margins for a nice, neat, beautiful form." He ignored the tail to keep his angle of giving Cresil a hard time. "All those amazing, crisp, straight lines just waaaaaiting to be filled in..."

"Well I've lost my boner." Cresil sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. God really had abandoned him.

Being...somewhat relaxed--he made a V of his fingers and stuck blue tinted tongue in the space between in a return rude gesture. Then shrugged. "I didn't get here for playing patsy. Paperwork, Cresil, it feeeeeeds me."

"You're a freak. No one likes paperwork." Cresil was going to smack him with his tail. Shoo, go awaaaay, you're ruining his buzz with talk of paper work uuugh.

"I better get a report when you're done..." Some how managing to say that down his nose despite being the shorter one at the moment. Imperious as ever. "Not your fault for lacking ambition, I suppose."

"Nooo, not more work!" Cresil thunked the back of his head against the counter with a whine. "You really are the king of hell." Flipping him off. Arse.

Got a dull expression back for that one. "I shouldn't anymore. You missed it."