☰ GOING SUPERNOVA ☰

Charlie glances uncertainly at Vox. He's obviously not impressed... or paying attention.

...Here it goes again.. The talk about why he's here and the charity case Charlie thinks he is. Or her ticket to proving to Heaven anyone can change.

『 I thought the agreement was that I have to give a shit during our scheduled sessions. 』 And the whole "suicide watch" thing, because fuck allowing Vox an ounce of autonomy over his life. 『 Though if this is enough to make that void, I'm all for it. 』

"Mmmmm," the princess hummed shrilly, and moved to steeple her fingers in front of her mouth while she thought. "That's a lot of people to be mad at."

Things were crumbling so quickly. Vox wanted to leave. Think, Charlie!

"... No, Vox. We aren't finished here."

Charlie reached beneath the table and produced a stack of brightly colored papers with cute, cartoony demon animals printed around the borders, as well as a cup filled with various novelty pens.

"Do you think you could narrow it down at all?" she asked, and separated three sheets of paper from the rest. "It might help you feel better if you wrote down everything you're mad at them for-- or would want to say to them."

She clicked one of the pens into gear. Its top was fashioned with a plastic flower that was attached to a spring.

Charlie offered it to Vox, unaware of what he had just done to his hands.

"They'll never see it, Vox. It's totally consequence-free."

『 Riiight.. 』 The word is drawn out as he stares at the offered pen. This feels like something you'd ask of a child, only to use that written proof as leverage against them later. "Consequence-free," his ass.

『 Is this how you got that snake past the pearly gates? 』 He never committed the name to memory -- not with how quickly that job fell apart. 『 Making him write his fweelings in glitter pens? What's next? I'm going to be forced to sing about forgiving people? 』

His eyes continue to linger, tracing over the designs on each paper. Doing anything but looking at Charlie. One of them has various fish and manta rays on it. Not as cool as sharks, but he'll reluctantly pull that one across the table.

There's no getting out of here without playing along, at least a little. The pen is snatched up with a huff. The pinprick cuts on his palms go unnoticed, even by Vox himself, as the trickle of blood flows between his scales.

He needs to think of names -- people -- that he's mad at. That's the assignment, right? A name, and something to say. His caudal fin flicks side to side as he thinks. Alastor is too obvious and can be used against him, same for the other Vees or anyone at the Hotel..

「Edward」 ⤿ If there's a second afterlife, I hope you're rotting there. I won't be as kind when I join you there.

The cursive got a little shaky at the end, but Charlie can't claim he didn't do anything, nor can she use it against him. Not if it's impossible to find the person being referenced.

『 ..Hilarious. Someone should give you an award. 』

Easily going along with the movements, Vincent pushed Vinzenz further against the wall, making himself at home between those thighs. Grinding against the other teasingly, a promise of what was to come.

Fuck, if he wasn't turned on before, the joint attack of pressure against his clits and a simple "good boy" sure did the trick. A handful of cables snake out of the back of his head and neck, clumsily working at removing their clothes.

As more layers are removed, Vinzenz is reminded of just how eyecatching the difference in their bodies are -- his duller scales and pale underbelly contrasts quite well with Vincent's deep navy skin, in his opinion.

『 I think I needed you inside me, like.. Yesterday. 』 His hand lowers to give Vincent some attention. 『 Your cocks always fill me out perfectly. Nothing else ever comes close. 』

You don't deserve to be down here with the rest of us.

Anonymously confess something that your muse wants to tell mine.

Charlie is silent for so.. so impossibly long. Trying to hold in the tears, the trembling that buries her voice when she can;t help but feel too much of everything.

"Noone deserves to be down here. Not with the way Hell is. There is no world in which temporary Sin deserves eternal punishment."

"If I don't help you all.. who will?"

WOAH HEY HELLO he is being grabbed. Sure hope that doesn't fucking awaken anything in him. As it is, he's still going to let out an embarrassingly loud squeak of static before he's released.

"Oh, yeah, right. Forgot people can. Do that. No she/her pronouns or feminine sounding nicknames for you, got it."

Long beat of silence.

"But that's for you. I'm not....exactly. One hundred percent comfortable with it."

..Alright then. That was a very quick way of wrapping up that loose end. No needing to explain all the details behind why he made that decision, no fumbling around metaphors.. Nothing.

Kinda nice, actually.

And then he keeps talking.

『 ..Well, yeah, that's a given. There's a reason why I said I've made previous flings forget shit. Hell, I couldn't break through the wall you're at for a long ass time.. 』

『 It fucking sucks that it's not.. correct.. But it's still attached to a man, which I can attest to becoming really fucking different with the right hormones in your system. 』

A beat. 『 ...Or you put the time into making a Bluetooth strap, since fuck letting your biology hold you back. 』

It's a good thing that those lips met with his own. Otherwise his mind would've replayed those words. Something about you... It caused his biomechanical heart to jumpstart into a frenzy of sorts. His chest warmed in the most pleasant of ways.

That's all he needs to hear to guide Vincent into flipping their positions. Not without snaking a hand behind himself to undo the clasp above his tail, of course. It's no fun if it takes forever to unwrap your present.

『 Take a guess. 』 And he's back to feeling as much of Vincent's skin as he can, hands trailing up his sides and taking in every little detail. A shame his shoulders are still covered, else Vinzenz would've added taste to that list of details.

『 I'll be good for you. 』