slothfuldemon

[slothfuldemon]

"I mind my own business, that's hardly acting like one," Cresil quipped back. But it wasn't big enough of a problem to dig further into it, so he simply eyeballed a particular demon that was also sizing him up. Welp, there we go. Time to make an opportunity. "Yeah, sure, papers, whatever," he drawled before he headed off.

"Then don't act like one." He set his drink down, unfinished and pushed away from the counter. "Remember the reports." He added with disinterest. Creating some sort of separation between himself and this conversation and the implications he was reading off it. Off he was fucking.

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"For you to stop treating me like something that needs saving." Cresil eventually sat up, if only because there was a drink that needed to be finished so he might as well return to the counter. "You look down on me enough. If you're going to look at me like I'm some hapless victim, you should be looking to the whole of hell along with me." He downed the rest of his drink and slicked his hair back, humming.

Wrath used to be a lot closer to him. Right under his skin. The wing tucked back up behind him and he was cheek in hand rather than just leaned on the counter. He should be pissed; Being compared to Lust and Sloth like that and found worse. Lease he should do is puff up. He should be worse. He used to be the worst thing down here second to Stanley Pitch alone.

Should be. Used to be.

Made too much like a human to keep on Changing when he was half-certain he wasn't supposed to. Couldn't be natural for a being like him to do that so often.

Or he was the same and all this difference meant very little when he could always feel a faint rattle in his lungs from the gunk-rot that hibernated in there waiting for a moment of weakness to drown him. Just like the moment Cresil was talking about so flippantly.

"What do you want from antagonizing me, Cresil?"

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Whoa -! Cresil easily lost balance with a feline hiss as he landed. Fine, he was going to stay down here. If people had a problem, they could deal. "You're the twat." Could be a lot meaner with that.

Did lift his hand to swirl a finger around. "Considering you thought you needed to rescue me. Like you weren't the one who attempted to kill me last. They're the least of my worries, hun."

Took a drink and abruptly manifested wings exclusively to knock Cresil right over in a feather-y sideways wap. "Don't be a twat. Much as I appreciate the Wrath sparkle."

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"You want me to get a megaphone out and announce it? Will it make you stop bitching?" Side eye. Oops, little bit of that wrath peaking out.

"Fine. I'll use and industrial stapler gun." He added. Slouching onto his elbow.

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"Kinky." Cresil, ever so helpful in his commentary. He chewed on the olive this time. toothpick left between teeth.

"If you think the rumor mill of our Hell doesn't hang on every little fucking tidbit of the Royalties and Sins then I'm going to have to stick a muzzle on you, post haste." He retorted more sharply than he intended due to the bitter truth of that statement itself.

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"Relaaaax." Drawled as he took a smug sippy sip. "You worry too much. No one listens to what I say anyway." Might as well not exist, even! Hmmm.

"You say that any louder and I'm going to have to make you brush 1k-mouth's teeth." He said finally before getting himself a whiskey.

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Snicker snicker. He licked over his lips and shrugged, blinking innocently at him. Cresil eventually ordered another martini from the bar, considering this a win.

Pushed at Cresil's face before removing his hand. Blue and calming down. Eugh. He also didn't have a good comeback for that.

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Cresil's going to fake moan behind that hand over his mouth. Couldn't resist. But don't worry, no more baby talk~.

SLAPPED A HAND OVER CRESIL'S MOUTH. DO NOT. tHE FUCK. SHUT.

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"And that time you were really horny for a baby too, huh?" He's not convinced.

Took him a beat of staring back at that stare before he lifted his hand to point. "Boy, that was to get you away from Sloth and Lust being nasty fuck gremlins. Sir."

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He's going to level Lucifer with the laziest, half lidded stare. Uh huh. UH HUH. Who asked for a private showing once????

He's going to three mouth at you, Lucifer. In real time. He Knows.

"Excuse me, I'm not the horny bastard around here." Never mind, he was back to bristling up.

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"You're just upset you made me soft. No dick for you. Sorry~." Cresil stuck his tongue out. Little blep for your troubles.

He had the reflexes to catch it and snap teeth shut to eat it. Chewing before he swallowed to speak again. "Sore loser." Like he was any better when they bickered.

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He's going to get an olive flicked at his face.

"Well I've lost my boner." Cresil sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. God really had abandoned him.

[slothfuldemon]

"Well I've lost my boner." Cresil sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling. God really had abandoned him.

"Says someone that's never spent more then ten consecutive minutes scribbling dicks in the margins for a nice, neat, beautiful form." He ignored the tail to keep his angle of giving Cresil a hard time. "All those amazing, crisp, straight lines just waaaaaiting to be filled in..."

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"You're a freak. No one likes paperwork." Cresil was going to smack him with his tail. Shoo, go awaaaay, you're ruining his buzz with talk of paper work uuugh.

Being...somewhat relaxed--he made a V of his fingers and stuck blue tinted tongue in the space between in a return rude gesture. Then shrugged. "I didn't get here for playing patsy. Paperwork, Cresil, it feeeeeeds me."

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"Nooo, not more work!" Cresil thunked the back of his head against the counter with a whine. "You really are the king of hell." Flipping him off. Arse.

"I better get a report when you're done..." Some how managing to say that down his nose despite being the shorter one at the moment. Imperious as ever. "Not your fault for lacking ambition, I suppose."

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The bristling only had the demon keeping his smirk in place. At least he still got it! Needling Lucifer had always been such a fun pass time when he bothered.

The question, though, earned a languid roll of his eyes as he rolled his neck, groaning. "Oh, you know - duties. Who knew dukedom was so serious." He barely suppressed a yawn. "But now that it's all done for now I just thought I'd pop up topside and have a little fun. Tempt a few pathetic souls before I hibernate once more."

Got a dull expression back for that one. "I shouldn't anymore. You missed it."

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two cresil themed songs in my head rent free tonight

gibson girl - ethel cain

unpunishable - ethel cain