[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
[ it's easy to "remove" the basket from the air, the glow fading. Angel Devil takes the opportunity to take a breath and dive fully underneath the water, counting to ten, fifteen seconds...
[ he rearranges, and tucks any hair that's ended up in front of his shoulders toward the back. the feathers more subtly hidden in the layers of his hair stand out a lot more, when it's slicked down like this. ]
[thanks to a certain distracting Rose, muffin has forgotten why you shouldn't use shampoo in hot tubs, but that's a problem for future muffin to clean up.
right now, there's a difference in how he washes angel devil's hair now than when he washed redsoul's. more than just longer hair and feathers needing more attention, he's taking his time deliberately, happy to dote and preen and spoil]
[ there's a different, tinier sigh, once muffin's really gotten into the swing of it. a little hummm... that can barely be heard, perhaps done more for the sake of itself than for the one who's around to hear it.
it's always a little strange, before it starts to be soothing. but when it's actually soothing...
he doesn't make any other noises. doesn't pull any provocative poses or make any suggestive murmurs, as Angel Devil for-real 100% relaxes into the almost hypnotic feeling of his touch. he is, in fact, taking this moment to actually Brain Off, Only Nice Preening Now. it's not at all a stillness of someone frozen in trepidation, that's for sure. ]
[muffin sings quietly to himself as he works, sometimes humming, sometimes chirping. there's a few pieces of familiarity, like a music box tune or a birdsong from out in the pasture, but it's mostly peaceful aimless meandering.
every feather gets its share of preening, his hair is rinsed with handfuls of water poured carefully not to splash or get in his eyes, and eventually muffin has to admit he's made angel devil's hair as clean and tidy as he can possibly get it today.
he chirps a little louder and taps angel devil on the shoulder, all done.]
angel devil resumes coherent thought a little reluctantly, upon the conclusion of the nice lullaby of lulling sounds and touches he's painstakingly learned will, in fact, stay pleasant, even if he doesn't stay constantly anticipatory of them. what the fuck, honestly. preening time is apparently sacred, or something. this is why he's going to need to study hard not to fuck it up. ]
[ BIIIIIIIG STRETCH, up to and including his tail rising out of the water to bend in and make a pose kind of like a teapot handle, curling up to a tight little nautilus at the end ]
Muuuuuch better! Alright! I actually feel ready to go pay some pipers and convolute other foods to toss on your kitchen counter or whatever else I agreed to behind my own back! Carpe diem, Angel Devil!
[ a couple of towels pulls themselves out of their places, flapping over in the vague shapes of gulls. Angel Devil's definitely feeling more whimsical, at the least. ]
[ get towel'd, catbird. the first flumphs energetically right into his outstretched arms. the second one, Angel Devil catches in a vice grip by a corner to pull over to himself before it, too, can finish its attempt to happily tackle Muffin. ]
Quite. Next time, we should do this with rose petals strewn about, I think! And Rose did recently come into a modicum of candles.... yesss, I think... I know exactly which I'd bring...!
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Angel Devil's tail rises up out of the water, to briefly encircle -- without touching, mind! -- one of those hands. ]
Indeed. You check out.
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Wouldn't dare otherwise.
Angie doesn't know you shouldn't use shampoo in a hot tub ...
eventually, he does start poking around to see if there are any nearby bottles, meaning to wash his hair since they're here and all-- ]
Where's yours? I've met Tart. That's the only one I'm getting away with availing myself of scott-free.
[ actually he just wants to leave here scented like muffin's shampoo but shhhhhhhhh ]
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[he's got a small basket of things on a shelf nearer to the shower and the other bath. PERKS UP,]
Want me to wash your hair again?
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Retracing steps hasn't steered me wrong so far. And I already know you have talented hands.
[ the basket indicated gets a purplish glow around the edges, and floats right over. ]
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[reaches out to take the basket out of the air. floating! cool!!]
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[ it's easy to "remove" the basket from the air, the glow fading. Angel Devil takes the opportunity to take a breath and dive fully underneath the water, counting to ten, fifteen seconds...
Before he resurfaces, closer by. ]
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muffin also likes the idea of angel devil going home smelling like him.]
Ready now?
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Mmhm!
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leans away, but purring noisily]
Will need you to turn around to wash hair.
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[ he rearranges, and tucks any hair that's ended up in front of his shoulders toward the back. the feathers more subtly hidden in the layers of his hair stand out a lot more, when it's slicked down like this. ]
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[thanks to a certain distracting Rose, muffin has forgotten why you shouldn't use shampoo in hot tubs, but that's a problem for future muffin to clean up.
right now, there's a difference in how he washes angel devil's hair now than when he washed redsoul's. more than just longer hair and feathers needing more attention, he's taking his time deliberately, happy to dote and preen and spoil]
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[ there's a different, tinier sigh, once muffin's really gotten into the swing of it. a little hummm... that can barely be heard, perhaps done more for the sake of itself than for the one who's around to hear it.
it's always a little strange, before it starts to be soothing. but when it's actually soothing...
he doesn't make any other noises. doesn't pull any provocative poses or make any suggestive murmurs, as Angel Devil for-real 100% relaxes into the almost hypnotic feeling of his touch. he is, in fact, taking this moment to actually Brain Off, Only Nice Preening Now. it's not at all a stillness of someone frozen in trepidation, that's for sure. ]
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every feather gets its share of preening, his hair is rinsed with handfuls of water poured carefully not to splash or get in his eyes, and eventually muffin has to admit he's made angel devil's hair as clean and tidy as he can possibly get it today.
he chirps a little louder and taps angel devil on the shoulder, all done.]
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angel devil resumes coherent thought a little reluctantly, upon the conclusion of the nice lullaby of lulling sounds and touches he's painstakingly learned will, in fact, stay pleasant, even if he doesn't stay constantly anticipatory of them. what the fuck, honestly. preening time is apparently sacred, or something. this is why he's going to need to study hard not to fuck it up. ]
Nnmm...
Water's... cooler.
[ it is, at least a bit. ]
...It's all done?
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Yeah. All clean.
1/2
but the water really is just gonna get colder. ]
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Muuuuuch better! Alright! I actually feel ready to go pay some pipers and convolute other foods to toss on your kitchen counter or whatever else I agreed to behind my own back! Carpe diem, Angel Devil!
[ a couple of towels pulls themselves out of their places, flapping over in the vague shapes of gulls. Angel Devil's definitely feeling more whimsical, at the least. ]
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holds his arms out for the towels]
Will be a busy day, but you'll look great doing it. Fresh! No stress!
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Quite. Next time, we should do this with rose petals strewn about, I think! And Rose did recently come into a modicum of candles.... yesss, I think... I know exactly which I'd bring...!
[ chattering away as he towels off. ]
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Fancy...! We should do that!
[it'll be ROMANTIC]
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What's being presented?
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An experience? [ lower, ] A feeling? Personally, I've always felt the surest way to show one's... investment...
[ he lets his eyes play over all of Muffin, pointedly. ]
...Is in attention, paid. To detail... To one's person... To another's.
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but! actually! catches himself and stands still, twittering and hugging his towel, for angel devil to look his fill.]
I'll... have to pay closer attention next time. Make sure I get everything.
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