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“We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it’s a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.”  ―  Marilyn Monroe

Sighingsoftly, he turned away from the other and towards the shelf to have aproper look at all the different snacks. Maybe getting something savoury would be a good idea just in case he got bored of thecookies. Narrowing his eyes a little, he nodded his head to show theother that he was still listening. “That’s good. Having a healthy dietis really important. Makes your life a lot more enjoyable.” He said ashe grabbed a bag of bacon flavoured chips before he tipped his head to look at the other, holding the chips up as he smiled alittle. “Have you tried those? It took me a while to get used to thetaste but now I really like them." 

Hearing the smaller man speak of a healthy diet had the corner of Sloane’s mouth turning upward. An Incubus’ diet mostly consisted of a human’s life essence, not some hearty salad and a bowl of pasta. Truthfully, he didn’t even need the snacks he had in hand but it did help to keep appearances with suspicious neighbors. Still, he kept up the charade up with a simple hum of agreement. When Minseok waved the strange chips at him, he shook his head and unhooked the next available pouch of them. “Can’t say I have but I’ll get a bag to try them, I guess.”

by Caitlin Thomas

We really value our members here, but we want to make sure that people are active and not just taking up a space to have one.  We want interaction between our members, both on aim and on dash and we’re always looking to improve ourselves to make sure this collective is a comfort zone for people. 

      Satisfied with the cooking, as basic as it was, the goddess moved to the table to set the plate down before the male. “Thought so. Human men never react like you did - didn’t make the sex lesser,” she commented with a happy hum, moving to grab her own meal, before able to take a seat. “A witch? You are aiming low or on purpose want to insult someone making you food?” Looking at the male, a small chuckle passed her lips as it was too easy to simply tease.

Sangra’s teasing had him shaking his head after he sipped on his beverage. “I’m not aiming low or trying to slight you. I’ve met some pretty powerful witches and warlocks over the years.” He couldn’t say where the level of her abilities might lay but he thought it smart to question one of the more common types of the mystic world. It was his turn to bait her again. “No vampire or werewolf business either, huh?”

His head tipped to the side at his words. ’Hankering for something different’ sounded a little strange to him. Did he not have a regular job? Maybe if they for some reason end up spending more time together he would ask about it but he’s not one to ask personal questions right away so for now he had to stay curious. “I’m an accountant. I work a few blocks away but this is my favorite convenience store so that’s why I always come back here.” He nodded,smiling as he rubbed the side of his neck sheepishly. “Uhm… Just so you know. I don’t always eat that unhealthy stuff. I promise.”

An accountant? Well that... “Sounds boring.” Leave it to Sloane to be honest -- harshly so at times. “I wouldn’t be able to sit still that long but, hey, whatever floats your boat though, man.” He let his eyes wander the aisle again, considering adding to his snack pile that was gradually growing in size. As the man spoke up again, Sloane turned and smirked, partially because Minseok seemed concerned he cared in the first place and partially because his next words were an inside joke of his own making considering his actual diet. “Me neither.”

      “Lucky you.” she commented, eyes focused on cooking and thus able to hide her small growing smile. Aphrodite wouldn’t simply flat out state who she was, simply since it was all too fun to hide behind the screen of Sangra. “Never claimed to be.”  Looking over her shoulder the female gave him a wink before flipping the pancake and having a moment to take a sip of her coffee. “Neither are, correct? Human I mean.”

The glance over the shoulder paired with the wink left him pondering what the woman before him might classify as. Picking up one of his utensils, placing the end to eat with lengthwise down and spinning it, he shook his head and leaned back. “Not even a little bit.” He wondered if she would know what he himself identified as based on their romp in the sheets the prior evening. “Human breakfast though? Or are you some kinda witch with snazzy potions in the pancake batter?”

Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places (via lifeinpoetry)