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》》 @deceitfulintentions whispered: "I mean....." ( Belphie @ Ryan ://// )

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♚ . *. ⋆ ❝ 𝐨𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ❞ suddenly curious , the cambion was quick to snuggle up to belphie , his arms wrapping around his torso so he could peer up and look him straight in the eye. 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 ; his cheeks turned as red as his hair as he averted his gaze for a brief moment. ❝ hey , do you mind if i ask you , well ... next time you're feeling a bit 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 , um ... you can feel free to let me know. uh — n-not to sound creepy or anything , but ... i-i'd like to 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 with that next time , i-if you know what i mean ... ❞ what he's trying to say is that he'd be happy to jerk him off or fuck him outright next time so he doesn't have to touch himself.

Honestly it hadn't been that different of a dinner. Everything went about the same, right down to Beel managing to snatch Levi's food and him not really getting the fact until it was already too late, leading to an argument. Aster is fairly sure he could repeat the scene verbatim in his sleep because it had happened so many times. Not like this was a bad thing. There was something comforting about the familiarity.

Though the one change is his shift in placement at the table due to a broken chair from an incident earlier in the day that would not be repeated for the sanctity of one's sanity. Instead of his usual place near Lucifer, the blond human was settled between the twins and was faring fine in that. Though he does cast a glance toward Belphie when he inevitably begins to drift as he often does.

And normally that would be fine if not for the fact that there was soup just under his head. Sure, the heat wouldn't be anything to a demon but the stains and not to mention ending up wet would be less than appealing.

And, of course, that's when Belphie's head drops as sleep gets a firmer hold on him.

"Ah--!"

A deep sigh leaves the sorcerer, his hold on her tightening. "Let me just stay like this for a while please."

He was tired. So tired. He's fallen into despair, thinking too much about his never ending life and all the people he's lost thus far.

Kouleia stood completely still as she smelled the alcohol on his breath and the fact he was completely wrapped around her right now. This was not what they usually did, yeah they slept with each other and flirted, but never has he outwardly sought her out for affection that wasn't of that nature. It had to be because he was drunk, but why would he go to her out of all people? "Solomon," she said, her voice uncharacteristically soft, but she didn't know what to do. "Did you go out dancing?" her hand immediately falling on his forearm. She didn't push him away even though she was clearly uncomfortable with the intimacy of his grasp. 'And drink too much?" She wasn't sure why she asked the question, but she was trying to fill the silence with something. "What happened?"

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"Awww, do you hear that?! He's happy!" She giggles, before holding the cat close to Freed again.

"Go on, pet him. Pet him him!!!"

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     Freed respected cats for their nature. He knew people were quick to judge them for simply not complying with somebody's will and this sort of behavior was a one way to assess a good deal of an individual's nature in return. Cats had their own will, as any living being did - but as opposed to quite a few others, cats weren't afraid to clearly show when something was fine with them or not. They had boundaries and they expressed them. If it was connected with hisses or even bites or scratches, then so be it. Sometimes there was no other way. It was very likely that said cat had been pushed too far before. Overall, it was something he could respect as it was a sort of behavior he could respect in any individual. Establishing boundaries and not being afraid to represent them was important.

     Apart from all that… They were also beautiful and elegant creatures most of the time.

     The Raijinshuu's captain blinked when Millianna approached him with beaming eyes. The stray would be held up in front of his face and the hints for his current comfort were clearly showing in form of purring sounds and pleasantly narrowed eyes.

     "That appears to be the case," Freed agreed and let his gaze linger on Millianna for a moment, considering her words. Well, there would be no harm in it, he supposed. Thus, a movement of his marked hand would follow and he began to pet the cat. The touch was laced with a gentleness usually reserved for very few people and without taking note of it, a small smile began to show on Freed's features.

⟬ @deceitfulintentions / luke's birthday 7 • 15 ⟭

"Happy birthday Luke. Hopefully you'll start getting taller soon." Solomon says before ruffling the angel's hair. Then he went ahead and fetched a cake he made himself, it looked rather questionable in appearance but had "Happy Birthday Luke" written on it in frosting. Along with candles that were lit.

"Be sure to take a slice of this cake I baked you." He said grinning. He was definitely proud of his work on it.

"Hey, why did you bring that up?" A sweet birthday wish wasn't meant to be followed by a dig at his height, but he supposed he could let it slide for now because his mood was exceptionally high that day. Though he huffed and wrinkled his nose at the sorcerer, there was a twinkle of admiration in the small angel's eyes.

Strange as he could be, Solomon was a good friend to have around. He couldn't imagine what his life in the Devildom would have been like if they all hadn't shared the same home.

Tastier, he thought to himself as Solomon returned with his cake. Then, a second later, he wondered if what sat on the platter could be considered a cake. Sweet desserts were meant to be fluffy and pleasant and a treat for the eyes just as much as they were for the taste buds.

This was, undoubtedly, a torment for both.

"I—It, uhm. . ." He would admit in a feeble tone that the writing piped in frosting was good, but he couldn't stomach the idea of swallowing down a single bite. "Thank you, Solomon, but I ate a bunch of sweets earlier! Some friends of mine brought me some, and I got a little carried away."

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