mullion-ghoul

[mullion-ghoul]

"Oh, I'm horrified to think of what my grandkits will be saying when I'm not around. I mean, it's funny if I teach it to them, but not knowing why they were suddenly running around only saying cunt? That'd be a nightmare!" Mullion huffed dramatically, but the picture of hordes of kits crawling around and mewling curse words was delightful, despite it all. "... Actually, I think I will make my Grisaille's kits' first words all cunt. That'll really show him, huh?"

He nodded enthusiastically, agreeing with every word she spoke about monsters. There was something painfully enticing about the teeth and claws and haunting eyes. "Oh, yes, honey. One hundred percent, yes. Again, I'd never trade my husband for the world, but damn if he wasn't sexier when he was dissolving from all them black magic he was doin'." Mullion laughed and playfully took her hand. "Trust me. All those rituals have an effect on the human body, and I like it better than any knot you could throw my way." He wiggled his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue in a little taunt.

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

"Well I think I do, at least. It sounds exciting, but... you know I haven't done much of anything in years." Mull sighed and rubbed his face slowly. Thinking back, he couldn't remember if he'd ever tried biting before, but something about their teeth made him feel like it was natural. "I'm open, though! If you think I'll like anything, run it by me, honey."

He had to shake himself to stop the creeping guilty feeling that was coming up through his body where they touched him. Even if they said it wasn't an exchange, he couldn't help wanting to do something—maybe he could surprise them, bring a cake or a meal or a small gift to the den and leave it for them to find. Or he could just focus on making them feel good in case there wasn't a next time. "I doubt that'll be hard, huh? You've already got me sweatin' like a pig at the slaughter." Mullion scoffed and shook out his legs to fix his cassock. He couldn't look messy in front of this ghoul.

But when Rain repeated those words, he went stiff as a board. He pulled his tail closer behind himself and wound it up like a hose, but the tip was still wagging frantically in his grasp. "I mean, it wasn't specifically, uh... I think I'd like anything you call me, but—I think you just say it in a nice way, is all."

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Rain gave a small noise at that, trying so very hard not to bite down. They swallowed thickly as Mullion rubbed their fangs, keeping their gaze locked on his. He was certainly tastey, they'd give him that.

"I like your ears," They whispered, as if it was more a thought accidentally spoken aloud rather than something they wanted to say. "Maybe I'll compliment you, praise every part of you. That'd have you whining for me, I'm sure."

A smile came back to their face when Mullion's nose returned to theirs. "But the outcome feels so much better! Waiting so long, being denied by your lover until you're begging.. You should hear how pretty Alpha begs when you tie him up." No ghoul was immune to Rain's charm, apparently, not even the massive, hulking beasts that lurk in the shadows.

@princess-flamingo-legs

For a brief moment, Mullion felt like he was staring down an angler fish's bulb, willingly swimming into its mouth. Something about Rain's eyes was so captivating, and the feeling of their teeth was luxurious and soft. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand up any longer if he did, but he wanted them to really bite him. Was that concerning? Vaguely masochistic? Maybe. But he had needs.

Their short compliment about his ears immediately had him laughing, eyes lighting up and crinkling under his goggles, and he rubbed his nose more firmly against theirs. It was the closest he was going to get to a kiss for now. "Oh, I'm just awful at taking compliments, sweetheart. You'd probably get so annoyed dealing with me—'no, I'm not! I'm not cute, I'm not handsome, I'm not that good,' all night long—you'd be the one whining to get away from me." As he droned on, his voice settled into a low purr, trying not to scare off such a sweet ghoul.

But when they continued on talking about edging, Mullion's ears shot back flat against his head. His tail constricted and tangled more tightly around theirs, and he fought to swallow the loudest of his purring. He was like a geiger counter. "You tie Alpha up? Alpha? Oh, honey, that sounds delightful, but... oh, I get so sore within just minutes of being in restraints, and besides, I'm a much better lover when I'm not in ropes, anyway. I need to be able to touch, especially when I can't see." He laughed quietly, cupping Rain's cheek in his hand to give them a small, tentative kiss right beside their nose. "But if you'd like to edge me, I'm willing to try it out. Eventually."

[mullion-ghoul]

Mullion laughed with her, shaking his head as he imagined the ghoul following the babies around and trying to get them to say curse words. It was a fun idea, and he had a feeling that Swiss went about it in a very entertaining way. The ghoul certainly had to be spirited to be a good match for Obedience. "Oh, I get that. When I had my youngest, my Gris was dead-set on her first word being 'fuck'. He thought it'd be hilarious. So now I'm making sure that all of his kits' first words are curses, too!" His nose scrunched up with a mischievous snicker. "I don't mind where I'm at now. It's much easier to be a baba than a dad. And you seem like a very cool aunt."

Mull reached his chin on the palms of his hands, watching her muse over her ghoul like it was a late-night romantic drama series that he'd been following since the first season. "Oh, I get it! Trust me, if Primo was any more monstrous than he was, I would never have gotten off of him. Hell, have of the ministry would my fault." He joked, fanning himself as he looked at the ceiling. "A shadow with teeth and eyes sounds sexy, though, no?!" His tail whipped beside him playfully as he teased her, wiggling his eyebrows quickly.

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

"I think I will do both. Hell, I need to get back into practice in case my kids decide to give me more grandkits, anyway." Mullion chuckled, clutching his cassock over his heart. His ears twitched when her tone mellowed out in its playfulness. He knew she wasn't really planning on having babies with Swiss, and he didn't want to sound like a pushy father. "Does your Swiss ever help around the nursery with you? Even on the rare occasion? You get all the joy of play and nap time with the kits without having to deal with waking up at the fourth hour every morning to help them go to the bathroom. And hell, even when you use the most absorbent towels for it—trust me, I've tried many—some waste always seems to get on your clothing!" Mullion snickered. At least he got used to the smell of raising kits over the years.

He unconsciously mirrored her as her hand lifted to her lips, and he hummed quietly to himself. He knew that look in her eye. It was silly, but unless his dreams ended in a vision of Primo's casket, he still reached out for him upon waking. "I bet that would be a point of pride. I could never remember that much about so many girls. But then again, I've got as solid a memory as... as an apple seed, I'd wager." Mull huffed, scratching the back of his head. "Unfortunately, Primo was very much capable of doing the same. Maybe I was just head over heels, but that man could look at me from across the room and I'd be reaching for his hand anyway."

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

Mullion stared at the wine glass as she rolled the stem between her hands, purring softly as he let himself be entranced by the way light moved through the glass. He was a simple ghoul. But he shook himself awake again to answer her, putting all his energy into looking presentable and mostly sober. "Oh, I could donate all the old ones I have! They're clean, I promise, and are still plenty soft. But I'd love to make some more." He chuckled and clapped his hands excitedly as he thought about a little baby for Swiss and Obedience. "But believe me, if you two got busy, I'd be showering you with baby gifts."

As soon as he heard the ghouls' favourite colours, he could immediately see the flowers in his mind that he'd collect for each of them. He'd have to go out in the garden soon to check if the blooms looked good enough to gift yet. "... I like orange. It's my favourite colour. Primo tried to plant an orange tree for me when we got together, but it never grew much."

Mull laughed when she went on about Secondo. It was charming to hear about, and he felt warm—maybe it was from the alcohol, but it was also from hearing just how similar the two brothers had been. "Well, Primo... he was just so incredibly attentive. He wasn't very expressive, but he was very intelligent, and he remembered a lot about what I enjoyed and didn't." He shrugged, rubbing the embarrassment from his cheeks. "I asked him not to hug me once when I was in pain, and after that, he'd always ask before even giving me a kiss on the cheek. He's just so careful!"

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

"And there's no way to just magic them into being slightly less scary?" Mull pouted and kept admiring their mouthful of teeth, eyes twinkling behind his goggles as he took it in like something precious and rare. "I mean, if your teeth looked more like mine, you could bite me all you wanted, chew, maybe try and rip—well, I'd cry like a baby, but I'd be havin' a good time."

Mullion laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at the high, vaulted ceilings to calm himself. The gag offer was incredible, but he couldn't complain about getting to really talk it out with Rain for their first time. It was surreal to think about. "Now, I think you'd handle me just fine. But I want you to feel appreciated, too. Can I cook for you? Do you like flowers?" He droned on, looking like a lovestruck dumbo.

The open praise made him freeze in his place. After a few seconds, his tail began thumping unevenly against the floor, and he looked to the side to scoff at himself. Something about those words was very nice. "... Thank you? I mean—thank you. Thank you, I try." He hummed and pulled their hands close, ignoring his own slight tremors, and kissed their knuckles.

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Rain gave a small noise at that, trying so very hard not to bite down. They swallowed thickly as Mullion rubbed their fangs, keeping their gaze locked on his. He was certainly tastey, they'd give him that.

"I like your ears," They whispered, as if it was more a thought accidentally spoken aloud rather than something they wanted to say. "Maybe I'll compliment you, praise every part of you. That'd have you whining for me, I'm sure."

A smile came back to their face when Mullion's nose returned to theirs. "But the outcome feels so much better! Waiting so long, being denied by your lover until you're begging.. You should hear how pretty Alpha begs when you tie him up." No ghoul was immune to Rain's charm, apparently, not even the massive, hulking beasts that lurk in the shadows.

@princess-flamingo-legs

For a brief moment, Mullion felt like he was staring down an angler fish's bulb, willingly swimming into its mouth. Something about Rain's eyes was so captivating, and the feeling of their teeth was luxurious and soft. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand up any longer if he did, but he wanted them to really bite him. Was that concerning? Vaguely masochistic? Maybe. But he had needs.

Their short compliment about his ears immediately had him laughing, eyes lighting up and crinkling under his goggles, and he rubbed his nose more firmly against theirs. It was the closest he was going to get to a kiss for now. "Oh, I'm just awful at taking compliments, sweetheart. You'd probably get so annoyed dealing with me—'no, I'm not! I'm not cute, I'm not handsome, I'm not that good,' all night long—you'd be the one whining to get away from me." As he droned on, his voice settled into a low purr, trying not to scare off such a sweet ghoul.

But when they continued on talking about edging, Mullion's ears shot back flat against his head. His tail constricted and tangled more tightly around theirs, and he fought to swallow the loudest of his purring. He was like a geiger counter. "You tie Alpha up? Alpha? Oh, honey, that sounds delightful, but... oh, I get so sore within just minutes of being in restraints, and besides, I'm a much better lover when I'm not in ropes, anyway. I need to be able to touch, especially when I can't see." He laughed quietly, cupping Rain's cheek in his hand to give them a small, tentative kiss right beside their nose. "But if you'd like to edge me, I'm willing to try it out. Eventually."

[mullion-ghoul]

"Damn right. I love 'em, too. They're real cozy." Mullion snickered, melting into a dopey little pile at the thought of several ghoul kits huddled under a warm weighted blanket. "I've made little blankets for all my babies. They knock right out as soon as they're under 'em—it's precious. Ugh, damnit, now I want more babies." He pouted and draped himself dramatically over the arm of the seat.

Mull listened along, nodding excitedly like she was explaining the plot of some romantic drama that was planned for seven seasons and a movie. A little bittersweet grin cracked on his face. He missed when they needed him for tours, when he got to be the de facto guy for decorating the stages and making sure the backdrops were laying right. More than that, he missed his own canoodling on the buses, but he was happy other ghouls still got the experience. "Maybe I am trying to make a statement! Maybe I'm trying to be bold! I need something that's going to... really capture Phantom's attention and get him making out under the bleachers with that pretty ghoulette or Papa himself!" Mullion snickered, twiddling his thumbs as he hatched his master plan.

He flinched and quickly covered his face when she pushed him to keep talking. Everything he could think to say was so inappropriate that he wasn't sure he could even edit it into something workable. "My dear, I'm going to fluster myself. Instead of a ghoul, you'll have just a big old pile of mush on the couch beside you. Is that what you want?!" He huffed playfully, unable to hide a smile. "... Primo was just a very good lover. He was good for me, at least. He was quiet. I'm quiet. We liked it low and slow anywhere we could reach. It was... not romantic, but sensual. You understand."

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

"Well, luckily for you, I'm not scary at all. Just look like a big idiot, like I said. And I'm pitiful! One time, Primo had to sneak up on me and wrap me in one of them heavy weighted blankets just so I'd go to sleep instead of bumbling around all night." Mullion laughed, reaching for his empty glass. He didn't refill it, but "sipped" from it like it was still full of the finest drink he'd ever had. He grabbed his tail, snickering, and held it up like a massive eel he'd fished up from the lake. "I got the perfect tail for it, too! Lil monkey tail. I mean, it's not as grabby as I'd like, but..."

He nodded along as he ate the bread, taking a big chunk for himself to chew on. It wasn't as neat as the slices he made her, but he couldn't be bothered. "Oh? Him and the new Papa, I bet they'd be real precious. Still, can't help but hope it happens naturally and no feelings are hurt." He trailed off, head lolling drowsily to the side. But then he got a rotten idea. "Say... if he starts making any goo-goo eyes at that lil ghoulette or the Papa and you really think it could work? I'll leave some flowers out, say it's from them, get that ball rolling. Maybe a couple condoms, too." He laughed, still curled up against her with his mouth wide open like a death trap. For bread.

As soon as she piped up with the more scandalous talk, he leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand, constantly wiggling his eyebrows at her and making little whoops as she explained. He could almost feel how tipsy she was, and it made him feel even more intoxicated and playful than he should've. "Ha! I don't blame you for that, honey. I bet he's a real good one, huh? A proper bull—I mean, ya gotta be to get that many sweethearts chasin' your chasuble like that!" Mullion turned where he sat, looking her straight in the eye as he teased. "Lemme tell ya. Just trust me. It's gotta run in the family. Because Primo? Well, I don't need to subject you to all that..."

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

His reaction was delayed when Rain finally bit his finger, and he stared in awe for a few seconds before it really hit him. He gently took his hand back from their mouth and rubbed the small cut with a tender reverence, but his main puffed up and the hairs all over his body stood on-end at the bite of sharp pain. Still, the pros outweighed the cons. "... I suppose it would be too dangerous for you to go for my neck or my hips, but a ghoul can dream."

Mull had to fan himself and look away, head conjuring up thousands of images of Rain complimenting him from sundown to sunrise and him constantly swatting them away. "Oh, but my love, wouldn't that get so frustrating? I couldn't put you through that..." He laughed, but his ears went pin straight at the word gag. "... I don't mind that idea one bit. I don't speak much during the act, anyway."

Almost acting on instinct, Mullion pulled their arms up and intertwined his fingers with theirs, holding gently like they were glass. It was fitting. They were stunning, and he loved working with glass. He purred openly at the kiss on his chin. "That sounds perfect. But I do promise, I'd try my hardest to obey! If you told me not to do something, I wouldn't." He pouted playfully down at them.

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Rain gave a small noise at that, trying so very hard not to bite down. They swallowed thickly as Mullion rubbed their fangs, keeping their gaze locked on his. He was certainly tastey, they'd give him that.

"I like your ears," They whispered, as if it was more a thought accidentally spoken aloud rather than something they wanted to say. "Maybe I'll compliment you, praise every part of you. That'd have you whining for me, I'm sure."

A smile came back to their face when Mullion's nose returned to theirs. "But the outcome feels so much better! Waiting so long, being denied by your lover until you're begging.. You should hear how pretty Alpha begs when you tie him up." No ghoul was immune to Rain's charm, apparently, not even the massive, hulking beasts that lurk in the shadows.

@princess-flamingo-legs

For a brief moment, Mullion felt like he was staring down an angler fish's bulb, willingly swimming into its mouth. Something about Rain's eyes was so captivating, and the feeling of their teeth was luxurious and soft. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand up any longer if he did, but he wanted them to really bite him. Was that concerning? Vaguely masochistic? Maybe. But he had needs.

Their short compliment about his ears immediately had him laughing, eyes lighting up and crinkling under his goggles, and he rubbed his nose more firmly against theirs. It was the closest he was going to get to a kiss for now. "Oh, I'm just awful at taking compliments, sweetheart. You'd probably get so annoyed dealing with me—'no, I'm not! I'm not cute, I'm not handsome, I'm not that good,' all night long—you'd be the one whining to get away from me." As he droned on, his voice settled into a low purr, trying not to scare off such a sweet ghoul.

But when they continued on talking about edging, Mullion's ears shot back flat against his head. His tail constricted and tangled more tightly around theirs, and he fought to swallow the loudest of his purring. He was like a geiger counter. "You tie Alpha up? Alpha? Oh, honey, that sounds delightful, but... oh, I get so sore within just minutes of being in restraints, and besides, I'm a much better lover when I'm not in ropes, anyway. I need to be able to touch, especially when I can't see." He laughed quietly, cupping Rain's cheek in his hand to give them a small, tentative kiss right beside their nose. "But if you'd like to edge me, I'm willing to try it out. Eventually."

[mullion-ghoul]

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Rain gave a small noise at that, trying so very hard not to bite down. They swallowed thickly as Mullion rubbed their fangs, keeping their gaze locked on his. He was certainly tastey, they'd give him that.

"I like your ears," They whispered, as if it was more a thought accidentally spoken aloud rather than something they wanted to say. "Maybe I'll compliment you, praise every part of you. That'd have you whining for me, I'm sure."

A smile came back to their face when Mullion's nose returned to theirs. "But the outcome feels so much better! Waiting so long, being denied by your lover until you're begging.. You should hear how pretty Alpha begs when you tie him up." No ghoul was immune to Rain's charm, apparently, not even the massive, hulking beasts that lurk in the shadows.

@princess-flamingo-legs

For a brief moment, Mullion felt like he was staring down an angler fish's bulb, willingly swimming into its mouth. Something about Rain's eyes was so captivating, and the feeling of their teeth was luxurious and soft. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand up any longer if he did, but he wanted them to really bite him. Was that concerning? Vaguely masochistic? Maybe. But he had needs.

Their short compliment about his ears immediately had him laughing, eyes lighting up and crinkling under his goggles, and he rubbed his nose more firmly against theirs. It was the closest he was going to get to a kiss for now. "Oh, I'm just awful at taking compliments, sweetheart. You'd probably get so annoyed dealing with me—'no, I'm not! I'm not cute, I'm not handsome, I'm not that good,' all night long—you'd be the one whining to get away from me." As he droned on, his voice settled into a low purr, trying not to scare off such a sweet ghoul.

But when they continued on talking about edging, Mullion's ears shot back flat against his head. His tail constricted and tangled more tightly around theirs, and he fought to swallow the loudest of his purring. He was like a geiger counter. "You tie Alpha up? Alpha? Oh, honey, that sounds delightful, but... oh, I get so sore within just minutes of being in restraints, and besides, I'm a much better lover when I'm not in ropes, anyway. I need to be able to touch, especially when I can't see." He laughed quietly, cupping Rain's cheek in his hand to give them a small, tentative kiss right beside their nose. "But if you'd like to edge me, I'm willing to try it out. Eventually."

[mullion-ghoul]

Mullion leaned in as she described her ghoul, trying to piece together an image in his mind, but it was fuzzy and inconsistent. Maybe that was accurate, though. She did say he was basically a shadow. "Humans have a thing for the unknown, don't they? It must be exciting, being on that side of a relationship with a ghoul." He snickered, thinking back to the handful of times Primo and his various other ghoul partners had seen him in a more ghoulish form. They'd never described him very clearly, but he remembered an old manuscript drawing he kept of himself to study. "Mine isn't super cool, really. Oh, I look like a big idiot. You know the monkeys with the long fingers? That's the only thing I got goin' for me in that form. Well, that, and I get big." He scoffed and hid his face behind a hand, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

Despite his best efforts to keep a poker face, the way she talked about the ghouls she played with compared to Phantom gave him pause. He shouldn't judge, but he couldn't help being a little worried that it would end in someone getting hurt. Clearly, she had some similar reservations. "Well, my dear, are you going to pursue anything with him? Or are you just going to hope that he grows more attached to that other pretty little ghoulette you mentioned, and crisis averted?" He shrugged and pulled his tail close to wrap around his wrists and fidget with, but the rest of it kept writhing and coiling around on the ground. When she asked about the kalacs, though, he immediately sprung up from his seat—too quickly and just about fell face-first into the mess on his workroom floor—and ran into his small kitchen. He came back with a little braided loaf of bread and cut a few slices for her. "It's sweet! But it's good. Here, here..."

He laughed along with her, using the shortest second's worth of a functional brain he could muster to move the glasses away on the coffee table and pull the food closer. "Oh, I know you're bold. So what is it? You think I'm just such a grandpa, I can't handle a bit of scandalous conversation every now and then?" He huffed, puffing his cheeks out in a teasing little pout. But his dramatics distracted him, and when she asked what the question was, just as he predicted, he completely forgot what he'd said earlier. "... Question? Did I ask you a question, or did I ask a—did you ask me a question? Oh no." Mull swallowed a hiccup, and the most pathetically uncomfortable grimace coated his face in an instant. He hated hiccups.

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

As soon as Mullion saw those eyes, he crumpled like a wet tissue. He cooed quietly at them and started rubbing the cut thumb back against the smooth edge of their tooth, just for a moment. "Sorry. Your teeth are just so... lovely. They're soft. And even the sharp side, it's so sharp that it doesn't even hurt. It's exciting." He shrugged, pulling his thumb just back enough to check the damage. It wasn't that deep, but he could feel the thrill charging throughout his body. Why was he reacting like this? He'd never had a thing for pain before.

He laughed at their promises, unable to hide how his ears shot up and fluttered like hummingbirds' wings at the mental image. He pushed his back against the pillar behind him and tried to experimentally arch his back off of it, curious where his flexibility stood after so many years of dormancy. It was noticeable, but not dramatic. He had a feeling they'd be just fine with that. "I can't wait to see what you'll do to get a whine out of this old ghoul."

Mull leaned back down to press his nose against theirs again. The contact helped him settle and not be a complete jittery mess. He hummed softly before continuing. "Edging? I don't think it's... that, I just—it's stubborn." He motioned subtly down at his stomach, looking away at the ground. "I don't mind if you get needy, though. I actually think it sounds... attractive. But edging sounds terrifying. I'd get needy, too, I bet!" He laughed quietly, looking as deeply into their eyes as he could muster through his goggles. He couldn't wait to take them off later that night and see Rain without the heavy shade.

Rain didn't often wander around the ministry, but every now and then, they'd find themself stood staring at the stained glass masterpieces dotted around. They found them intriguing - every last little detail carefully crafted and placed exactly where it felt right.

That's where they were when they first spotted Mullion. They knew who he was, knew what he did around the ministry, but they didn't know how to approach him. So, instead, they decided to just lurk nearby and observe him from a decent distance.

@princess-flamingo-legs

Mullion was trudging around the old wing of the Ministry with heavy, lazy steps. He'd been running around his workshop all day between a thousand assignments and pet projects and finally found a minute to have some coffee and a smoke—he was really just looking for an excuse to sit down for a moment.

He sat himself down on a chaise lounge in the hall, huddled next to one of the only windows around that could swing open. His long tail coiled on the seat beside him and snaked around the hall behind him, but the smallest shift in the air had the thin hairs standing on end to alert him. Mullion's ears twitched quickly as he whipped his head around. "... Hello?" He flinched when he spotted the smallest glint of a ghoul's eye down the hall. "Eh, hello, my dear! Did you need something?"

[mullion-ghoul]

Mullion glanced back at her, ears twitching and folding back, when he heard her voice shift and felt the slight blush spreading on her cheeks. Oh, he knew what she meant. But he was in no place to judge, so he just took a sip from his glass, licked the rim clean, and cuddled up in his corner of the loveseat. "I bet he was scary then, too, huh? Even if it wasn't technically a lethal encounter, it had to have been rather aggressive," he teased, fluttering his fingers at her with a playful snort. "Be glad his true form is attractive, though. Primo saw mine for the first time and laughed so hard the Ministry thought he was doing something horrid. The man didn't laugh often." He pouted and gripped his cassock. Every little tug on his fascia helped him stay present and focused. The rum was definitely getting to him.

"I don't blame you for keeping him around. I don't think I'd know what to do either. But then again, there was a moment where I was juggling 5 or so ghouls and... more feelings got hurt than I'd like to admit." Mull huffed, playfully pressing his fingers together on both hands and shoving them together like two hand-puppets kissing. He laughed at the little display and raised his hands up to show Obedience. "Too drunk? You want bread? I have fresh. And I have sweet. It's very tasty. I have kalacs." He mumbled, lips pursed.

Her little comments about Secondo made a thin, cheshire cat grin spread wide across his face, and he nodded along the whole while. Maybe he was just inebriated and stupid, but it was like he could see the film reels of all her experiences rolling in her mind, and it made her "joke" with the Papa all the more understandable. "Hey! No embarrassment. Own it. I thought you were bold, baby!" He huffed, squishing his cheek against her shoulder so his words came out round and drawling. "Hell, I'm so bold, you could ask me anything and I'd answer in less than a second, no shame! I mean... if I remember the question. And I'm talking more than just hands and knees."

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

"Ok, ok, fine, I'm cute!" Mullion groaned, throwing his head back against the back of the loveseat. He looked up at her and puffed out his cheeks in a little pout. He wasn't supposed to be cute. For the longest time, he'd thought himself one of the more serious and imposing members of the Ministry, but clearly, he'd lost his touch somewhere along the line. "Baby, now you're just making me want to see him go after someone. I mean, that'd be hilarious, would it not?" He snickered to himself, grinning widely at her. "They may not take ghouls, but what if I'm just so damn handsome, they see me and all immediately come here to dote on me all day? That would be the life."

Mullion cooed and nudged her back. He'd never had that great of luck before, so what had he done? If anything, he was just such an awkward mess that she wanted to stick around for some slapstick. And he didn't mind that one bit. "Well, darling, anyone who doesn't want to be friends with you," he mumbled, taking a deep breath before continuing. It sounded like he was going to say something old and wise, but—"is a dumbass bitch. And if they're rude about it to your face, you should release locusts in their room." He nodded gravely, looking out to the garden where the faint humming of a small family of locusts was singing out between the bushes. The mention of Phantom made him pout. There was something in her tone that he couldn't name, but it bugged him like a needle prick to the shoulder. "I get it. That happened to me... many times back in the day. I don't mean it was exactly the same, but I was always too stupid to just tell people I wasn't interested, and then I got in fights with Primo even during our break. It was a mess." Mull deflated a little, one of his bottom tusks sticking out as he pouted.

Her little smile when she spoke about Secondo instantly lifted his mood, though. He fought back a laugh as she spoke. "Really? And here I thought you were a rebel, baby!" He purred loudly and squished against her arm—it was unintentional, but the warmth was nice. "Then again, I can't say anything, because any handsome, powerful man that's able to just say exactly what he wants would have me on my knees in an instant, too. Well, not anymore, but that's just because my knees would give out. So... hands and knees?" He joked, wiggling his eyebrows at her playfully.

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Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"

[mullion-ghoul]

The little whine immediately tipped Mullion off, and he pulled his hand back down to cup their cheek and rub right beside their lips. Something in him desperately wanted to touch their fangs again, maybe even get a little cut again, just to hear them whine. "What? Did you not like that? I'm sorry, I didn't ask." He feigned innocence in the hopes he'd get some excuse to do it again. Maybe he was more of a coward than he thought.

But for as bold as he tried to be, Rain always seemed to go tenfold further, leaving him gasping and trying not to run straight to the bed. Well, his bedroom was still a wreck from that morning, so even if he didn't have to worry about the wooden mattress, everything was keeping him from having company. He was practically panting as they spoke, and desperately gnawed on his lip to keep anything unseemly from escaping him. "I would—like that. Very much. I mean, I think I'd like you between my legs, regardless of what I could see. Or if I could see." He snickered, tail tangling tighter together with Rain's. "I am open to most things. And... damnit, I hope you're planning on making good on that, because now I'm expecting it. You can play with my piercings all you want."

The chirp made him melt, and he bent over a little so his nose could gently bump against theirs. The closeness had him aching for something he couldn't put a word to, but it felt warm in his chest and right in his head. "Honestly? A little. It takes me a while, but it feels even better... when it happens." He laughed, whispering his sentences like a personal prayer to the ghoul on their knees in front of him. It had to be a dream. "I don't think you'll have any trouble, my dear."

Rain didn't often wander around the ministry, but every now and then, they'd find themself stood staring at the stained glass masterpieces dotted around. They found them intriguing - every last little detail carefully crafted and placed exactly where it felt right.

That's where they were when they first spotted Mullion. They knew who he was, knew what he did around the ministry, but they didn't know how to approach him. So, instead, they decided to just lurk nearby and observe him from a decent distance.

@princess-flamingo-legs

Mullion was trudging around the old wing of the Ministry with heavy, lazy steps. He'd been running around his workshop all day between a thousand assignments and pet projects and finally found a minute to have some coffee and a smoke—he was really just looking for an excuse to sit down for a moment.

He sat himself down on a chaise lounge in the hall, huddled next to one of the only windows around that could swing open. His long tail coiled on the seat beside him and snaked around the hall behind him, but the smallest shift in the air had the thin hairs standing on end to alert him. Mullion's ears twitched quickly as he whipped his head around. "... Hello?" He flinched when he spotted the smallest glint of a ghoul's eye down the hall. "Eh, hello, my dear! Did you need something?"

[mullion-ghoul]

Oh, I'm curious what he was asking of your coworkers, haha! The things I did for him always seemed normal to me, but I tried telling my kids and they looked at me like I had a third arm.

But honey, trust me when I say he served his faith more fully than any Papa I've seen. He was the most hedonistic man, inside the Ministry and out. I mean, even before he became Papa, we were barhopping, checking out clubs, throwing parties in the woods, going on midnight rides with our headlights off... I mean, he made me crash my bike twice because he wanted a cheeky little kiss while I was driving and still wanted one even though I had scratches all over my face!

Oh, and there's more, but I won't get into that in case you're squeamish...

What do you mean, though? About your department only being busy when big things are coming? Is the whole new Papa and tour not big enough for ya, haha!

Um...hi.

I don't think we've talked before, I'm not really...around others much. But it's been...quiet around my department lately, so I thought, hey, why not?

My name's Hyacitho. You can call me Citho. I work in the- Well. I shouldn't talk about my work first thing, right?

Although...y-you're one of Primo's, right? I wasn't around back then, but a lot of my colleagues have fond memories of him. If you don't mind, could you...tell me a bit more about him?

- @clergy-appointed-executioner

Oh, well, it's lovely to meet you, my dear! You're pretty lucky to have a slow department this time of year—I've been working nonstop for weeks. I hope you've been getting plenty of rest.

I suppose I am Primo's. Well, I was summoned by his old pig of a father, but I spent the most wonderful part of my life on the surface with him. I'm not sure if you want me telling you, though. You'd never get me to stop talking, in full honesty!

He was a perfect man. He was certainly wicked and... evil, whatever people say about him, but he was kind with me and his ghouls, and the Brothers and Sisters we worked closely with. And he was an incredible Papa, but... wanna hear about some of his ventures outside the Ministry? 🥰

[mullion-ghoul]

"I'm not cute, baby! I'm a killer." He huffed, checking his nails dramatically. He put an arm around her shoulders and leaned into her a little, but instead of looking like a dashing little heartbreaker, he looked like a pitiful shelter cat. The idea of siccing her ghoul on fans was very entertaining, though. He let out a bark of a laugh, snorting loudly. "Hey, that might just work! But hey, what if my kids decide it's time for me to go to a home? Ya can't just send your multi to maul 'em..." He pouted, ears darting back.

Mullion sighed as she explained her little coping mechanism. He didn't really... get it, but he was always more avoidant. He'd just stay far enough away that people couldn't hurt him if they tried, and it worked for the longest time. He grabbed his glass and kissed the edge, trying to leave a mark just like she had. "Well, that's one way to do it. Does that work for you?" He snickered and tapped on the glass with his nails to hear the quiet rings. "Because if you're supposed to be some almighty bitch, I musta pulled a very, very lucky draw. Either that, or you're planning on getting in my bed to measure me and use my skin for a leather jacket." He spoke dryly, staring at her for a good minute without offering another word, an explanation, or a laugh to break the slight tension. It was probably a joke, though.

He finally relaxed, nodding along as he tried to puzzle out in his mind what he would've done if Nihil hadn't taken the chance to name him. "Your name is a joke? That's... kind of a power move, though. Like, that's hot. What would my joke name be? I mean, other than anything that makes me sound grossly straight." He scoffed and propped his chin up on his palm. "Just call me Wall, I guess. Get it? 'Cause my whole job is... putting holes in walls. Yeah, not as good as yours, huh?"

- continuation of rp -

Fuck, that was flattering. Was she tearing up? Fuck. Clearing her throat, Obedience said, "Thanks." She tried to cover it up, though, sniping, "I'd do a better job than my parents did, anyway."

The pager Mullion showed her wasn't even half the size of her cellphone, and she cocked her head, staring at it for a long minute. She hadn't seen one since… Well, she'd been aware of them when she was a kid, but her parents weren't the type to own such things. Eureka was a fairly small town, so if they needed to say something to someone, they'd just walk there. "I, uh…" She glanced from the pager to Mullion's face. "I can give you my cell phone number, if that helps?"

She nodded along when the topic of dating came up again. "Just hanging out is honestly pretty good practice," she said. "Gets you used to being around each other so a proper date isn't so awkward." She leaned back to toss one arm over the back of the loveseat. "And y'know, making Mount a nice dinner where you can eat by yourselves would definitely count as a date." She smiled. "Yeah, I very much doubt he wouldn't. A lot of the younger ghouls wanna cling onto him, and he definitely doesn't mind the contact."

(@sister-obedience)

Mullion flinched at her tone and quickly leaned in against her shoulder. It was just lightly at first, but he took a chance and leaned his cheek against her so she could feel a bit of his low purring. He could only pray that it was comforting. "Yeah. You would. And you'd do a better job than mine, I'm sure of it." He chuckled, his ears happily flapping against her. "You'd probably do a better job than I did, too."

He reluctantly sat up as he grappled with her confusion at his little beeper. He'd thought it was normal. At least, there was a time he could remember when most of the Ministry just had pagers clipped to their robes or stoles or sashes, especially as it was expanding and it was growing more difficult to just walk into the hall and find someone. He pouted down at his pager, flipping it open with his thumb and really focusing on the screen. He couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely beeped him. "I'm not really sure. My cell phone is only able to contact my children, and it only does audio—oh, but sometimes I'll get small portraits of my grandkits on it." He shrugged, pulling out an old smartphone from between books on his coffee table. He didn't have a password, the wallpapers were still default, and the screen was cracked in a few places, but he liked it that way.

Mullion nodded and sat up straight as he listened to Obedience. It was the closest thing to dating advice he was going to get. Slowly, he pulled his journal over to him and clutched a small red pen in his left hand, trying to be subtle as he wrote down her points to review later. "You're right, I could cook him a meal! Is four courses too much? He'd probably like that... Like, a pasta salad, a soup, maybe some bruschetta. Oh! I could try and make a Wellington!" He chuckled nervously to himself. The last time he'd tried that, it was his fifth or sixth anniversary with Primo the first time they were together, and he'd almost caused a fire in the convent. But he was sure he could do it correctly, now. It was one simple mistake he could fix on a dime. "Maybe I could be brave and make a joke about how I'm on the dessert menu!"