#lustincarnate

He took the box tentatively, inspecting it as much as he could without actually opening the unknown thing. It had some weight to it, but that didn’t exactly fill him any more confidence. It wasn’t exactly like lust to think much of him, let alone give him presents. “I see…” he replied. “Thank you…what is it?”

No one asked you.

"So," She's spread herself out, resting her hand on the stuck door.  "How long do you think we're going to be stuck here?"

"It just wasn't happening."

[text: 9:53 p.m.] i thought you were kidding. who the hell does shit like that? seriously, i work with some fucked up people, but that is beyond the fucked up level of them…

It’s hard to say.  Beelz can be a bit handsy to begin with.  (It's just how you get the jump on people.)  Beelz expresses affection a bit more verbally.  I'm inclined to say she wouldn't take hands off of her as physical affection. 

Blackheart was more than a little surprised by the suddenness of the gesture, unused to affection from the sin. He was suspicious at first, but he wasn’t finding the sensation of here against him to be most pleasant. He shifted slightly to move closer to her, a low and almost growling purr in the back of his throat. “Forgive me if I’m mistaken…” he began, voice soft with the remains of weariness. “But it seems like someone is finally warming up to me.”