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_{[ he's successfully considered it. his adoring audience has egged him on. he's gonna do it. this is 1000% more exhilarating slash nerve wracking to do that every single other provocative-as-possible thing he just did for the last so-and-so minutes. ]}

...Ee, hee, hee, hee, hee. That's right. The body's a canvas. _{[ the shirt's come off down to his elbows, finally, creating for some moments a look very much meant to be evocative of his earlier Rope Troubles after the ritual. ]} And Iiiii.. am....

_{[ his tail curls around his thigh, the tight loop sliding down to take the other stocking with it, carrying it by a sliver once its off. ]}

Ever an illustrator~.

[that's a much softer and heartfelt return of the JESUS CHRIST, ANGIE noise. if he had his own tail out, it would be lashing.]

Are— masterpiece.

_{[ Mr. Masterpiece is practically glowing at the praise.

✨️✨️✨️✨️ good noise, great noise, PERFECT noise. now this is what we call stress relief. this is so much funner than worrying about all that other shit.

...he actually didn't think about if they had the water running at all, this whole time. which might mean he'll just have to stand around looking statuesque a while, now that he's depositing the last of his clothes at the indicated spot. ]}

...The gentleman's quite good at admiring flowers, after all.

_{[ he's still. pretty shy about his tail. so after that particular daring act of showmanship, it's hanging low, again, but not as much as earlier. The familiarity of this room definitely keeps growing... he doesn't remember anything all that coherent. But laying his clothes down right in that spot, with Muffin in his periphery? Yup. Remember that part. ]}

Edited 2023-10-03 22:54 (UTC)

[Muffin hadn't started the water when they first walked in because he wasn't sure if angel devil would still want a bath after reading the letter, but now there's an extremely naked angel devil and that's gotta be for something.

he starts from his reverie and hurries to start the bath, laughing]

Is too beautiful a flower not to notice. Even if, um, turned out to have thorns last time.

...Quite.

_{[ he folds his arms over his chest, tail swishing with interest.

Muffin's lightly joking about the thorns and laughing. That's a sign. He likes that sign. Talking with him-- he feels like he's following after his own trail in time, from the words tumbling out of his mouth to the implication of time between past event and present.

He wonders how much he gets to keep. He wonders why this interesting thing between them is so... resilient, where entire days were washed away.

He draws over to Muffin's side, because it is a waste of an extremely naked Angel Devil to just be all the way over there the whole time instead of pointedly right there. He reaches into the tub, to splash lazily at the nice hot water... ]}

...Every Rose has its thorns. _{[ splish splash ]} But... I know I'd far prefer to only bare them with you when it's fun, not just because some demon said jump. I do remember we talked a little, about...

_{[ he trails off. he doesn't mean to finish that sentence. ]}

[turns around to sit on the edge of the tub as it fills, and reaches up to lightly preen angel devil. his other hand taps on angel devil's elbow (his hip was deemed Too Dangerous), barely even a tug, but a tacit request for him to step closer nonetheless]

I remember. You've... really had a lot of people telling you to jump.

_{[ the elbow tap! a wise choice. lean lean lean ♡ if you're going to preen over his feathers, he's started to pick up on what the good angles are.

The feathers Muffin had seen coming in with stress barring, that morning by the lakeside, have grown longer. The past might have fallen out of Angel Devil's memory, but the signs of it happening are all still there, farther along the shaft.

in a playful singsong, he says, ]}

Woe betide, each and every, lord and lady~. That ever dreams to master me~.

...was I telling stories?

Edited 2023-10-04 01:26 (UTC)

[gives him a small purr when he leans over, and shifts his nails more like claws for better skritches. why not a scalp massage along with feather preening.]

Told me one story but um, it doesn't have an ending yet.

_{[ long hair means a lot of tension in that scalp means that's objectively rather pleasant. initially feels like a spot between his shoulder blades prickles, a little bit, too, but... it fades, as Muffin keeps going. ]}

Do tell. I wonder which.

Was it the one about the old man in a mauseoleum...? Or the Lord of Spades, living in the dark city on a lake? Or maybe...

Was... one that started with deities, not people.

_{[ oh. ]}

That one...

_{[ hand no longer going splish splash in the water. ]}
That one... really doesn't have an ending yet.

Want to know what I thought about it?

_{[ fizzling moment of oh boy. what am I about to hear. it's one thing to touch on "a story of his life about deities," and quite a bit another to see what actually trickled through. What Muffin... did, think of it.

he has no magnet feeling of premonition, this time. he's completely in the dark. ]}

Yes.

Edited 2023-10-04 02:22 (UTC)

I said it was a sad story. You said it was boring one. And said it derailed into a spin-off before it could end.

[stops preening angel devil's hair to take his slack hand, raising it up to kiss his fingertips]

I said spin-off was about my favorite character.

_{[ he can't even remember this happening right now but I need to juxtapose it here at this exact moment:

]}

...!

_{[ "what do you call this emotion...? happiness...? or despair...?"

ah, he remembers thinking something like those words, suddenly. they really feel appropriate.

he really should have gotten in the tub before now, so that he could have sunk under the water or something. blamed the flush on the heat. good gracious. this does not normally happen to him. ]}

Oh.

Edited 2023-10-04 03:07 (UTC)

[he can't blame it on anything and he can't hide it. muffin's attention is caught by angel devil's expression as surely as the show had it before.

a small squeeze of his hand and fingers brushing across his cheek. bend down?]

_{[ bends down. There's no way he's getting crashed over with that intensive feeling without following along after to tune. ]}

Edited 2023-10-04 04:38 (UTC)

[kisses him softly on the mouth, then rests their foreheads together with a small sigh]

...it was a nice night. The stories weren't good, but was happy being there with you.

_{[ boop.
no candy-apple flavor this time. ]}

How greedy of my past self to keep a memory like that all to himself...

...

Gunpowder.

Gunpowder?

...for some reason, I feel like...

That night you're talking about... did... the air smell like gunpowder, that night?

_{[ from the fireworks show, though he doesn't remember that was why. ]}

Edited 2023-10-04 17:42 (UTC)

Yeah, little bit.

We were um, sitting by the fountain. Like this.

[chitters and coaxes to get Angel Devil sitting on the edge of the bath with him in that figure-8]

_{[ lets his tail sink into the water behind them as they sit...

He leans in with more cuddly ease than he had, the night it really happened. He finds himself looking up toward the ceiling, and...

Two round glowing lights show up, near the ceiling. Angel Devil didn't so much as lift a finger in the casting; he's too busy making that all-important 8 shape!! ]}

Were the moons... there? Or...

_{[ they drift along a bit to the left. ]

here...? No... that's still not quite... I still can't remember...}

Edited 2023-10-04 18:00 (UTC)

[whistles, oh wow! muffin's soon outright cuddling instead of just repeating the pose, leaning against angel devil's shoulder and cheeping at the moons as they move]

Um... maybe there? Or higher, was getting late. I don't remember that part exactly either.

Edited 2023-10-04 18:26 (UTC)

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