[He curls his tail up to block the light, and once the doors swing closed, he gives Angel a look that suggested he was thinking about visiting violence upon his person.]
Harlot. [Muttered, but he goes back to lounging on the seats (he'd raised the armrests) like someone who was very used to lounging like he was the demigod ruler of some civilization.] I'm decompressing. If you had been looking for me - I did die. Consensually.
If yer tryin' t' make me feel bad fer bein' good at suckin' dick, then yer failin' spectacularly. [ he turns toward dan feng. ] Need help t' decompress? [ he walks his fingers up his calf. ] Now that yer done dyin' I can help make sure that'cha feel alive.
No, but I didn’t t’ink it would hurt t’ ask. [ he tries ripping his hand free. ] I came t’ check up on ya’, idiot. It ain’t like I got close t’ most people here, … [ and as great as the lust kids are he misses hanging out with adults. especially shitty adults. ]
[He lets his hand go, and puts up his boots on the seats, lying across three of them.]
You're pathetic. [That makes two of them, he doesn't say. Dan Feng studies him for another moment, giving him a clinical once-over that isn't discreet at all.] Were you in that horrid little bomb game?
…says da’ guy sulkin’ in a movie theater. [ he fixes himself up once he’s got his arm back. ] I played fer about half of it, ‘cause I got wriggled t’ pieces…
Makes me glad that nobody bothered t’ try on me, but, d’en again… I was in about a hundred pieces… all wriggling around on an active minefield. I don’t t’ink it would’a been worth it.
Time kind’a stopped fer me, but if fin’ I had to quantify it… maybe another half hour… hard t’ say, …
At least ya' were put out'a yer misery fer a little bit. [ ... ] Real shit'a them t' give it t' ya' again though. I t'ink I might'a met a similar fate had I not been paired wit' Sloth. [ eyes him as he talks about his murders. ] D'ems real friends. Da' ones ya' can always count on.
Not too long... but it ain't like I wasn't in a shit place before d'is. I was in Hell, and I gotta regularly worry about fuckos tryin' t' kill me. [ but most know better than to fuck with him because 1) he could kill them and 2) valentino would kill them. maybe even charlie too now. ]
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Re: Day 20, early
Harlot. [Muttered, but he goes back to lounging on the seats (he'd raised the armrests) like someone who was very used to lounging like he was the demigod ruler of some civilization.] I'm decompressing. If you had been looking for me - I did die. Consensually.
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Did you just seek me out to satisfy your carnal urges?
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You're pathetic. [That makes two of them, he doesn't say. Dan Feng studies him for another moment, giving him a clinical once-over that isn't discreet at all.] Were you in that horrid little bomb game?
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[He then proceeds to flop on the seats, petulant. Finally someone who can understand how terrible of an experience it was.]
I hope it did not last long for you.
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Time kind’a stopped fer me, but if fin’ I had to quantify it… maybe another half hour… hard t’ say, …
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[He sighs dreamily. How fortunate that he had so many people willing to murder him. He props his head up on an armrest.]
You've not been here long, have you? 'tis likely they will outdo themselves next game. You should prepare yourself.
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Not too long... but it ain't like I wasn't in a shit place before d'is. I was in Hell, and I gotta regularly worry about fuckos tryin' t' kill me. [ but most know better than to fuck with him because 1) he could kill them and 2) valentino would kill them. maybe even charlie too now. ]