Continued from @wyckedthiswaycomes​ (x)
“They hardly ever do babe.” He called out from the closet. The demon had actually planned on going out when one of his favorite sins showed up at his door. Of course, Ray had been a gracious host and allowed Wrath to come inside. It seemed they had something on their chest and needed to vent. The pair were on well enough terms and the demon found himself in a decent enough mood, that he would lend an ear to the woes. “I suppose you ended them then?” His head poked out from the wardrobe, shirtless before finding the black slacks that he wanted. “Sometimes its faster than just playing the long- game.” The long game was his favorite, however, if a target ever seemed reluctant or turn stagnant, a good nudge in the right direction was in order.
There was no shame to be had as he finally decided on a suit and shirt; promptly changing in from of Ryder. “Come out with me tonight?” A brow raised as he buttoned his tailored shirt. “Dancing sounds fun”.
Ray’s place was the closest and the brand new shirt she’d put on this morning was now covered in blood. “Obviously.” Her hand gestured to the state of the shirt which she could miracle and fix but that was a trophy that would go with the others now. “You know how I feel about the long game.” Ryder was the most impatient of the seven and that was saying something given the most patient was Neel.Â
“Sure, I’ll need to steal a shit from you.” Ryder swiftly removed herself from the chair and moved to the closet. “Wanna pick one for me?” Ryder took over the buttoning of Ray’s shirt and smirked as she fixed the collar. She let her fingers drift from his buttons to his belt and trousers.Â