#malmech?

Malevola is... a lot of people's fetish, to her great discomfort. Too many people's... She plays into it most of the time, mostly when it directly benefits her and her wellbeing but- well it'd be really nice if she didn't have to, now wouldn't it? If she could just be ↓ It's a thought that always lingers, right there in the back of her mind like a shade, and it gets a little louder every time Robert turns down or plays off her advances. Is he just not into demons? Or- just not into her? ↓ Malevola tries not to think too hard about it ↓ She tries not to think about it, when her tops get lower and he still doesn't look at her that way. Or when her tail teases his thigh and stomach and shoulder and- damnit Robert, what gives!? ↓ Attempt after failed attempt, she eventually has to cave. Malevola just- doesn't do it for him. Fine then. They could still be friends. Right? ↓ She can't really touch flowers for too long, because they just- you know die; either because her internal temperature is just too much, or because of her nature... she doesn't know. But they die, and there's not much the demon can do about it ↓ Until Malevola finds a plastic one, with petals that are pretty blue color that remind her of twirling strands of energy. It's just been thrown to the ground, with it's stem crooked, but it's still pretty ↓ So, the demon scoops it up, and she keeps it in her palms for a little bit until she gets to work, and then she sees Robert and it all kinda clicks "Robbie! C'mere a sec, babes." "Malevola. No portal today?" ↓ He acquiesces regardless, coming to a stop a respectful conversation distance away and Malevola rolls her eyes- so so inexplicably fond of this little twat. She closes the distance to fix the pretty thing behind his ear ↓ And his freckled face is so cute, and he looks so soft with the petals complimenting his skin, and her thumb is brushing the notch in his ear and then she's pulling him close to pepper little kisses all over his face- ending it all with her forehead pressed against his and a delighted little laugh bubbling out of her chest as she nuzzles his nose with hers "You're precious, Robert, I just wanna eat you sometimes- I swear." ↓ Robert manages a dazed little laugh, covered in black lipstick smudges, and under it all his cheeks are a bright bitable red ↓ Malevola damn near squeals

It's raining when Sonar gets his chance. Not heavily, but Robert walks back to his cold little concrete box. He could get sick! ↓ He's glaring- though it's kinda more like pouting- at the sky when the bat comes up next to him, hands in his pockets. He glares at the sky too, in solidarity "Hey, Bobert. Where's Beef?" ↓ Robert blinks, before glancing over at Victor and then back at the drizzling sky "I sent him home with Chase." "Ah." ↓ Comfortable silence "No umbrella?" ↓ Another glance at the half man, half bat- just a tad suspicious "Uhm... no." ↓ Victor hums again, and waits until Robert goes back to mentally preparing himself to step out into the cold wetness before he starts shucking off his suit jacket "Yeah, I don't have one either. Always just portalled home with Mal, you know?" ↓ They're both outside now, under the awning, when the bat ducks down and covers their heads with his jacket before Robert can even get a word in. The skinny man sputters, tucked into Sonar's side as he looks up at him with sheer confusion "You ready, Bobert?" "Ready for what!?" ↓ And then he's dragging his dispatcher out into the rain, starting to run towards Robert's apartment while they both screech from the sudden cold. They get a few blocks before the screeching turns to aborted laughter, turns to wheezes and trips and tumbling into a fall right outside the complex ↓ Victor wheezes as he takes the brunt of the fall, both of them thoroughly soaked now but laughing their asses off as the rain picks up around them "Fuuck- I was trying to, snrk, I was trying to get you home without getting you wet! In the- not fun way." ↓ Robert is laughing into the bat's chest, shoulders shaking under the bat's hands, as he swats at his fur. Sonar is mystified by the sound "That's- that's so- dumb. I-" "You have a really nice laugh." ↓ The sound abruptly stops, and they're both still laid out on the concrete, and they probably look really stupid to anyone passing by, but Robert is staring down at him with his nose bitten red by the cold and his cheeks covered in the cutest pink flush Victor has ever seen ↓ He slides one of his hands up to the side of Robert's neck, to steady him, as he uses his other hand to sit up "Do it again? Just a little?"