#dipnip

Torako mindlessly scrubbed at the dishes. She didn’t want to do them, but it had to be done. She could wait till Alcor got home, but she didn’t want to part with her beloved Moffios, and her doing it would be a nice surprise for Bentley. She heard a pop behind her and turned to look. Speak of the demon, Alcor had gotten back. Annnnd, his eyes were so blown that if she didn’t know any better, she’d say he was drugged. “Hey!” She said. The demon in question only stared in response, not blinking. “Ooookay then…” Torako scowled, suspicious, and turned back to the plate that had been giving her trouble. She barely had time to start, before she felt a tug on her collar. She twisted around to look, and…. “Are-are you biting my shirt?” Once again, no answer, just Alcor tugging her away from the sink. She tried to get the water off before she was out of reach. She failed. Alcor picked her up, still holding her shirt collar in his mouth, and floated into the living room. He dumped her rather ungraciously on the couch. The same couch from which he promptly began removing all the blankets and pillows, in favor of the floor. There were a lot of blankets and pillows. Torako tried to get up, she had dishes to do, or at least stop the water running. The second her foot touched the ground, Alcor whipped around to look at her her, and growled until she got back on the couch. Then the demon went back to kneading the blankets. “Why are you acting like a cat? Is this revenge for that last blog post? ‘Cause this is some weird ass revenge.” Her apparently-a-cat roommate ignored her. At least, for a few minutes, before he picked her up, he was going to stretch her shirt out, dammit Alcor, and set her in the pile of fluff. They sat there for a bit, so Torako decided it was safe to get up. Alcor pulled her back down. After a few more minutes, she felt something wet on her cheek. She looked, and it was her hair. “Are you licking me?” No response, but he was, he definitely was. “Dude, that is seriously gross!” Torako tried to get up, and the demon licking her hair growled. So she sat down. They did this several times, and Torako gave in. Alcor groomed her, and she wondered if her shampoo would cover demon spit. Probably not. She remembered Bentley telling her about a similar experience, one that happened not long after she met him. Not that she’d realized he came with a demon at the time, but still. Apparently he got like this when he was on yggdrasil, some sort of demon- “You’re totally high right now, aren’t you? Oh my fishes, you are!” She could only take about five more minutes of demonic licking before she got fidgety. “Okay Aldork, I’ve got dishes to get done.” She moved to stand, but before she got halfway up, her demon had pulled her down. And he kept licking.