[ rynlan can probably feel mephisto's lips turning up in amusement when he's grabbed in return, as if he's the one who might get cold feet about something like this. it is my great displeasure to inform you that he is actually very well-practiced and good at this, so ri fucking p.
whenever they break apart — even if this is hell, this is a public bar and he's a gentleman, so he's not going to take it too far — the long tongue that was being insulted a few moments ago runs slowly along his lips before he puts it away.
mm, tastes like spicy, salty, strawberry milk-infused ramune.
no subject
whenever they break apart — even if this is hell, this is a public bar and he's a gentleman, so he's not going to take it too far — the long tongue that was being insulted a few moments ago runs slowly along his lips before he puts it away.
mm, tastes like spicy, salty, strawberry milk-infused ramune.
(or sun-whatever, he guesses.) ]