[ 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. ]
[he'll let quetzal look, he wants quetzal to look. he'll let quetzal hold it, he wants him to hold it. he'd give quetzal anything he wants, mind and body, if only it keeps him burning for muffin.
he makes a small, strangled noise and urgently taps quetzal's shoulder. the thorns have him caught, he can't move away. ]
[muffin is currently full of bliss with one single thought to spare that quetzal is the hottest and most sexy person in the world right now, his reputation is safe here
[ laying the side of his head against Muffin and breathing heavy through his nose. he was clinging with enough force it hurts his knuckles to un-grip, when he lets go of one of Muffin's hips to delicately wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
just reveling in the feedback, honestly. you ever shut your buzzy brain off by listening really hard to your boyfriend's? feels great. ]
[a token "ow," though any bruises muffin got are already healing. muffin starts to purr, a sound like the way he feels, and rests his hand against quetzal's cheek]
[ but there's something a little less urgent, a lot less of course, all is as it should be about it, he feels like. it's... ]
Quieter...
[ like there was a path to follow, a guardrail he could hold to steer him right. and now he is back in the dark woods, fumbling around inventing everything for himself.
well. but not entirely BY himself. his lips twitch back toward a smile. ]
Now let's go have missed me in the water instead of out here~. I need it even more now.
[muffin, still a little drifty, lets those feelings flow through him, letting each pass with a second of fond contemplation, like admiring a garden or listening to music. all the facets sparkling under quetzal's surface.
he chirps and offers quetzal a hand, helping him to his feet]
Firstly, invite you to bathe, of course. A speciality selection of our in-house products has been selected for your comfort and enjoyment. Some light refreshment prepared as well.
If are any special requests or requirements, please do not hesitate to ask your nearest attendant. Is our goal to give you the best experience.
[some appreciative interest for the sight, naturally, but it doesn’t distract from the sense of peaceful accomplishment. he’ll take care of quetzal now.
muffin takes a seat beside the tub and starts quietly preening quetzal’s feathers, thoughts turning to the pleasant work before him.]
I'll keep doing my part 'n... feeding them enough mana t' stay...
[ would it be weird to admit to his gryphon boyfriend he gives himself feathers with magic to make his body feel more like it's all his own
or is it weirder he feels like that's one small secret worth keeping...
he's so relaxed these are just funny little worries, ultimately, rather than the very real ones he usually occupies himself with. luxury worries, not staple food worries. he giggles from his own unvoiced joke. ]
Mmmn.. can we try something new? As much as I'm happy to be back, I don't... think I want to think of that scent, when I think of today... it's been so up and down. Don't want to ruin myself for it.
[a particularly pleased feeling, like a cat rubbing its chin against a wall corner. he won’t be sending quetzal home smelling like his shampoo, but keeping it special is just as nice.]
Orange blossom then? Is more floral, but not strong.
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LSee it any time I want, there...
Can hold it... every time beside you...
Think about it. Every time I look at you...! ]
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he makes a small, strangled noise and urgently taps quetzal's shoulder. the thorns have him caught, he can't move away. ]
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did you want him to move like thiiiis?
("like this" is emphatically not moving away.) ]
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Quetzal—!
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pets his crest]
...wow...
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just reveling in the feedback, honestly. you ever shut your buzzy brain off by listening really hard to your boyfriend's? feels great. ]
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...missed you.
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Different, isn't it? Me really being back to myself. It feels... different.
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Quieter...
[ like there was a path to follow, a guardrail he could hold to steer him right. and now he is back in the dark woods, fumbling around inventing everything for himself.
well. but not entirely BY himself. his lips twitch back toward a smile. ]
Now let's go have missed me in the water instead of out here~. I need it even more now.
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he chirps and offers quetzal a hand, helping him to his feet]
Is your turn to be spoiled now.
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So it is. I'm excited to partake of all your creativity~. Please, lovely host. Do show me the way.
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[sings a short trill, welcome valued customer~]
Firstly, invite you to bathe, of course. A speciality selection of our in-house products has been selected for your comfort and enjoyment. Some light refreshment prepared as well.
If are any special requests or requirements, please do not hesitate to ask your nearest attendant. Is our goal to give you the best experience.
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[ a lil curtsy even though he has absolutely no clothes to do it with.
my man is wasting no time further on sinking into the water up to just under his collarbone, with an absolutely pornographic sigh.
he lets his head lay completely limp against the back of the tub, and lets words vanish like foam into warm and comfortable and it's finally over. ]
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muffin takes a seat beside the tub and starts quietly preening quetzal’s feathers, thoughts turning to the pleasant work before him.]
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[ in a dozy murmur when muffin's attending near the base of his crest, ]
They always look so much better now...
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Want them to look best every day.
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[ would it be weird to admit to his gryphon boyfriend he gives himself feathers with magic to make his body feel more like it's all his own
or is it weirder he feels like that's one small secret worth keeping...
he's so relaxed these are just funny little worries, ultimately, rather than the very real ones he usually occupies himself with. luxury worries, not staple food worries. he giggles from his own unvoiced joke. ]
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With our efforts combined, will have handsomest plumage here.
[gives his feathers a last fond pet, then reaches for the shampoo]
Lemon-mint okay?
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Orange blossom then? Is more floral, but not strong.
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[ little wiggle as he gets into a better spot to have his hair lathered up. ]
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I didn’t plan it, but put lavender in the sea salt scrub and rose petals in the water. Didn’t plan it, but should go well together. More complexity.
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[ not complaining. he just finds it a relaxing scent. ]
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