[sometimes love potion is just arguing until you kiss about it! i forgot earlier but if he's grabbing him by the collar there's definitely a necklace there that he wasn't wearing before today. whatever is on the chain is tucked under his robes, though.
anyway, he certainly doesn't object-- just shifts to face him properly, taking hold of the front of his shirt to keep him there. if anything, he's more annoyed that mephisto can say he made a move first, so he'll be damned if he just takes it.]
[ 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.
he's had plenty of practice himself, but there's maybe a slight, stifled little noise of surprise when he realizes that so has mephisto-- who the hell has been kissing this man? what's wrong with them?
well. the same thing that's wrong with him, apparently, since he's adding himself to the list. ugh. and if his eyes linger a little on that gesture-- no they don't.]
[huffs... he picks up his drink to finish it off, reaching up to try to toy idly with the ahoge. what kind of hairdo is this. how is it doing that. why.]
but despite the side-eye, he's just. letting his eyes slide shut for a second afterward, seemingly comfortable enough for it. he already admitted he's not having the worst time, it's fine.]
[ nods. give him a minute here to finish his drink, because hell if he's abandoning this thing.
and when that's done, he'll take his pink straw back out and give the end a little suck to take care of any residual drops. mostly because he doesn't want to carry a wet straw around with him, but also a little bit because he's a shitty slut. ]
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Oh I don't, do I?
[ also leaning in....... ]
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[honestly!
and of course, not to be outdone, he leans in a bit further as well. the hair tendrils wiggle, a bit.]
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...and pulls him in for a kiss. what do you think of his taste now?! ]
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anyway, he certainly doesn't object-- just shifts to face him properly, taking hold of the front of his shirt to keep him there. if anything, he's more annoyed that mephisto can say he made a move first, so he'll be damned if he just takes it.]
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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.) ]
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he's had plenty of practice himself, but there's maybe a slight, stifled little noise of surprise when he realizes that so has mephisto-- who the hell has been kissing this man? what's wrong with them?
well. the same thing that's wrong with him, apparently, since he's adding himself to the list. ugh. and if his eyes linger a little on that gesture-- no they don't.]
...still tastes exactly the same to me.
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Same.
But, you know, 300 yen convenience store meals are my favorite.
[ idk why he's saying this like it's a compliment when it's the fucking drink that tastes that way but sure ]
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[huffs... he picks up his drink to finish it off, reaching up to try to toy idly with the ahoge. what kind of hairdo is this. how is it doing that. why.]
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he takes his drink back and sips through his straw, raising his eyebrows slightly to look up at the hand on his hair. ]
It has a certain unique charm, don't you think?
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[he lets it sproing one more time before he stops, he just wanted to touch.]
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[ meanwhile he's going to be reaching to play around with a tendril. ]
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[the tendril seems to react to the stimulus on its own, curling around a finger when it's touched, without his conscious control.]
It does stand out.
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Of course it does. I don't like dull, uninteresting things.
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[looking like that and being boring?? the worst.
the tendril wiggles! hard to say if it enjoys it, or if it's capable of it, but:]
I can feel that, you know.
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[ and he keeps going. ]
What does it feel like?
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[even when he is in love he won't outright say it's nice.]
It's not uncomfortable.
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[what is a tsundere.]
Fine, it's nice, are you satisfied?
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I'll draw a little manga scene to illustrate the essence of the tsundere for you sometime.
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[side-eyeing him...
but despite the side-eye, he's just. letting his eyes slide shut for a second afterward, seemingly comfortable enough for it. he already admitted he's not having the worst time, it's fine.]
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[muttered with a little huff...
anyway. truly cursed question:]
Planning to stay here a while? Or were you thinking of heading back soon.
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As a matter of fact, I was thinking about going back. You?
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1/2
and when that's done, he'll take his pink straw back out and give the end a little suck to take care of any residual drops. mostly because he doesn't want to carry a wet straw around with him, but also a little bit because he's a shitty slut. ]
2/2
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