At the beginning of February, Hythlodaeus will notice a billboard near his apartment. It features a glamorous shot of his own face, with a (photoshopped) hand holding up a perculiar perfume bottle.
"HYTHLODAEUS," reads the billboard. Then, in smaller letters: "Smell like a dear friend."
Shortly after, Hythlodaeus will receive a complimentary delivery of "his" perfume. For some reason, the bottle is shark-shaped. Hm! Anyway, the perfume makes one want to cuddle close to those around them, though Hythlodaeus may not realize this at once…
(let us know if this is acceptable! if it is, we'll make an ooc post informing the game, and also incorporate hythlodaeus' line of perfume into the upcoming tdm)
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Finishing up doesn’t take too long, but washing up and putting on something cute takes a little while, so it’s about 45 minutes before there’s a knock on Hythlodeaus’ door. They haven’t gone all out, at least from the outside, so there’s no pressure on him, but thanks to the Cat King they’re trying out a new style, that they’re hoping might suit Hythlodeaus’ tastes. It certainly sits closer to their slight figure than they usually wear during the day, showing off their slender waist and long legs.
“Watcha, love. Didn’t leave you hanging too long, did I?” They ask with a grin when he answers the door.
It is indeed a very cute outfit. Much cuter than his robes, though Rowan'd never say that to his face. They don't hide the fact that they're admiring him in it either, grey eyes briefly following the line of his body before they look back up to meet his gaze again.
"Can say the same for you. Looks like a pain to get in and out of though." They laugh easily, as warm and friendly as ever as they slip through the doorway. "Either's good, but I ain't so refined as you so I won't appreciate how fine the wine is, sorry. I like a glass now and then, but I ain't got the taste to tell the difference between a good one and a bad one." They usually go straight for spirits, but sometimes they'll have a glass with their mothers.
"Heh- it wasn't too terrible. Besides, magick will always save the day when it comes to getting them off if I'm in a particular hurry."
Leading Rowan to the couch, he lets them sit before heading to the cabinet to pour two glasses of wine. Bringing it back, he sits beside them and hands them one.
"As long as you enjoy it, that is what matters the most. I am hardly going to be a snob about it."
Giggling, he clinks his glass against Rowan's before taking a sip.
"Useful that." Following Hythlodaeus over to the sofa, Rowan makes themself at home, tucking their knees up and relaxing into it. They take the glass offered, clinking it gently against his glass.
"Cheers to enjoyment." They grin in response, enjoying his laughter, watching him with a hungry gaze. Holding it as they take a sip, they then lean in. "So what else can your magic do?"
Hythlodaeus thinks on that as Rowan leans in, humming. He can see the hunger in their gaze, and it thrills him.
"Well, there are the creation magicks. My people could create anything as long as they could imagine it clearly- be it a critter or an object, or even a building. Personally, I was gifted with fire and ice magicks, and most of us could also bind any living creature with aetherial chains, which came in useful when our creations ran amok. We could teleport, which it seems some here cannot do- and of course, I have healing magicks. Lastly, I can see souls."
None of it seems like such a big deal to him, personally. He knew many who were far more powerful than he could hope to be. Still, his magicks can come in useful in the bedroom, and that's what is important here.
Does he count as human, Rowan wonders. He doesn't seem to think of himself as one. He sounds more like a mage to their ears, and they've never really been around mages, which only makes them more curious. What makes them most curious is that last one, though. The Garou are half spirit by nature, or at least by descent, their powers granted to them by Luna in order to protect Gaia. Or so goes the stories. Can Hythlodaeus see that part of them?
"Can see why they snatched you up." They chuckle playfully. "You're really loaded for this place, ain't you? Going to be proper popular. Best I can offer is getting a bit stronger, long as people don't mind me being furrier." They're on the internet enough to know that won't bother everyone, but they're sure it's enough to put some people off.
He grins, sipping at his wine as Rowan chuckles. He's curious about what they say next, however.
"Stronger... furrier?" It's not something that would bother Hythlodaeus much once explained, but he is a little confused for the moment. "Is it perhaps a type of transformation?"
His own people could transform- some of them, anyway- so he's thinking more along the lines of that. Which excites him, admittedly.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm Garou. Like a werewolf, innit, if you got those in your world. But you know, bit of a one trick pony." They laugh easily, smiling at Hythlodaeus. "We got a form that's mostly human looking, but stronger and stuff, so if I want a turn tossing people around it's good for that. 'Cos I sure as hell ain't chucking anyone around normally." It's easy to laugh at themself, flexing the arm that isn't holding their wine glass. There's no hiding that they're not build for strength.
Hythlodaeus does laugh at their joke though- perhaps they're not built for strength, but at least they're good-humoured about it.
"How do you transform? My people can do something similar- not myself, but some others could- and it involved building aether around themselves to assume a new form."
It's actually a little refreshing to come across someone who doesn't have preconceived notions about what they are, and Rowan relaxes visibly when Hythlodaeus admits it. "Yeah, but not with aether or nothing. It's just another part of me. Just as real as this is." They put one hand on their own chest, indicating their homid form.
"I'd show you, but you know how it is. And like I said, there ain't nothing sexy about it, it's made for fighting mostly. And then lupus is just like a wolf."
"I see. That's quite fascinating- I would hope that no situation ever comes up in which we need to defend ourselves, but it would be interesting to see you in such a form."
He sips at his wine and grins at Rowan.
"I do love learning about the people here, don't you? So many different ways of life..."
He's obviously enjoying the talk with them. It makes him really think about all of the different people here.
Sipping from their wine, Rowan pushes away the thought about needing to defend themself or others. Being removed from their powers leaves them all but defenceless, and they're very well aware of it. Even sitting here with Hythlodaeus, a man who has shown them nothing but respect and kindness, and who isn't physically intimidating at all, they are aware of their height difference and how weak they are compared to, well, everyone.
But they don't want to think about such things when there's much more pleasurable ones to think about. Like the other things Hythlodaeus could do to them, and that they could do to him in turn. "Different ways of life, different abilities, and I'm sure different ways to fuck and all." They smirk a little at him from across the sofa. "Makes you have an inkling of understanding why they wanted to drag us all over here, except we're the lucky ones what get to live it."
"Some would perhaps look at it differently, but I do agree that it isn't so bad here. We have no privacy, 'tis true, but considering we are having our deepest wishes fulfilled for the price of being entertaining... it is a choice I would willingly make all over again. Especially since I have met some wonderful people here."
Smiling, he drains his glass.
"Would you like another? Or is there perhaps something else I can get for you?"
The hint is subtle, but there. He would gladly get a little more friendly with Rowan.
[Now that he's actually opened the door, Tsutomu is even more nervous than before!! Hythlodaeus is still handsome and intimidatingly pretty as always, and being tall doesn't help things either! Tsutomu feels so ugly and insignificant next to him but...he finds the courage to get his point across regardless.]
Uh, um...uh...
[He's blushing and sweating so hard, oh dear. Slowly he sets the bag down, and pulls out a fist sized heart wrapped in red foil.]
S-so apparently...today is "February 14th" and is a holiday they call "Valentine's Day". But it turns out, "February 14" is the same as the 15th Sun of the First Umbral Moon, so...
[Tsutomu holds the fooled chocolate heart out before Hythlodaeus, bowing deeply as he does so.]
[Tsutomu is caught off guard, not expecting something in return. He blinks in adorable confusion, and slowly reaches out to take the flowers. Normally he'd protest, but he truly wasn't expecting it.
He stares at them in his hands, feeling relaxed by the fragrance. Despite his distaste of flashy, colorful clothing, he feels the opposite when it comes to nature. He always appreciates a flashy plant.
Tsutomu utters words he rarely speaks, usually wont to deny instead.]
Thank you. These are lovely.
[And perhaps even rarer, a soft smile forms on his face as it becomes the same color as the flowers. Of course, it's short lived, as his cheeks instead opt for a more vibrant scarlet and Tsutomu looks up with a startled look on his face.]
["You are my friend." "I have respect and admiration for you." These are very very foreign words to the samurai, who stares at Hythlodaeus with wide eyes, very clearly confused by his words.]
I-I'm sorry, I don't know what to say...
No one has really said anything like that to me before.
[Giggling, Hythlodaeus shakes his head and reaches out with his free hand.]
Well, I must thank you properly for your gift...
[Without giving Tsutomu a chance to say no, he pulls him inside the room and shuts the door behind himself with a little display of magic. The chocolate gets set aside, and he smiles.]
Would you allow me to?
[Maybe he can prove that he really does think Tsutomu is a friend, too.]
[He just about sees the nod and smiles, taking Tsutomu by the hand and leading him to the bedroom.]
Not to worry, I will make sure you enjoy it. It is the least I can do for such a thoughtful gift.
[As they reach the bed he pauses to face the other man, drawing him close. Rather than immediately begin to take off his clothes, however, he leans in and kisses him, still holding his hand.]
[Tsutomu has to crane his neck up for the kiss, but he's used to it at this point. Hythlodaeus' warmth calms him, yet his lips make Tsutomu's heart race at light speed.
Tsutomu's cheeks flush ever redder, and his hand squeezes the other's. His free hand reaches upwards to clench onto the fabric of Hythlodaeus' robe on his chest.
Right, how did Cat go on about it? Tsutomu tries to remember the lesson, and goes for Hythlodaeus' upper lip, taking it in his lips each time he kisses.]
[He's quite content to kiss Tsutomu for the moment, especially as he seems to have improved since their last kiss. His free hand cups his cheek and he hums, stroking his thumb over his skin. When he does finally pull away, it's to murmur against his lips.]
You've been practicing. Good.
[He places his mask onto the bedside table before shrugging out of his upper robe, letting it fall and leaving him only in his podea. Then he leans back in for another kiss, slow and gentle.]
[Tsutomu looks back into Hythlodaeus' eyes with his own dazed ones when the other pulls away.
So Hythlodaeus is satisfied with his kissing now? That's...a relief. Tsutomu is...acceptable now. Useful.
He watches nervously as Hythlodaeus reveals his gorgeous body once more, flawless, beautiful, strong... Tsutomu feels his heart race, yet that twinge of envy lingers, showing in the way he hides his scarred hands.
He returns the kiss again, hands quickly reaching out to clench into the fabric...but now they find only soft skin. They snake their way up Hythlodaeus' chest, and finally wrap around his shoulders. Well, as much shoulder as Tsutomu can reach anyhow.]
ummm im at the store rn looking at ice cream flavours — can you believe they've even sullied the humble mint chocolate chip with a sex pun btw? nothing is sacred.
so i can come to you, if you like? or we can meet at mine. or you can come pick your flavour yourself if you're worried about trusting my flavour choices.
[ He attaches a picture of his clawed hand lifting up a tub of ice cream with an eye catching label - a crudely drawn picture of a woman mid orgasm, with the flashy title "Mint Chocolate Clit" and a tag line declaring the flavour "tingling mint". ]
don't worry about getting her out of the way, i wanna meet her.
..... does she eat ice cream??? should i get her some?
Let's not feed her ice cream. Though Morbols can eat and digest anything, I am not sure she'd like the sensation of the cold. I wouldn't wish for her to spew toxic fumes.
[Who knows what a Morbol brain-freeze tantrum looks like?]
oh, yeah. hate it when ice cream encourages toxic fumes. really annoying when that happens
[ There's a joke about cats and their low-key intolerance to lactose here but he's not making it. Just in case Hyth doesn't know what lactose is and then they'll have a repeat of the your mom joke thing. ]
meat.... got it. i can do that. be over in ten.
When he arrives at Hyth's apartment, it's at the doorway rather than poofing out of seemingly nowhere in a plume of purple flames. It's not that he had any qualms about surprising him (since he'd have every right to for the number of times Hyth has done it to him!!) and more for the fact that the flirt-to-activate thing is starting to get on his nerves. So he took a fancy flying car over to Hyth's instead. Like a normal person.
He bumps the door shut with his ass once he's inside, swinging a little paper bag in his claws.
"Hyth? I didn't know what kinda meat to get so I got a bunch. Or, rather, they just gave me a bunch. Something about cats and a varied appetite for maximum energy output, I wasn't listening."
Of course, Hythlodaeus sweeps over to Cat and kisses him on the cheek when he sees him, smiling wide.
"Oh, you will be popular with her today, then! Heh... 'tis good to see you again, my friend."
Behind Hythlodaeus comes Anthos, her vines undulating and her body jiggling as she makes her way over. She's a little bit like a shadow to Hythlodaeus when she isn't digesting food, which gets to be annoying so he feeds her often just to get her out from under his feet. She seems to love him all the more for it, too.
She looks up at Cat, tilted upwards, hands flexing as if ready to grab onto something. She clearly knows there's meat in there.
"Here she is. I will let you choose what to feed her first, but anything with bones inside will give us more time to ourselves."
The kiss is welcome, as all of Hyth's physicalities are, and the Cat is already halfway to purring just from that little brush of contact, so the fact he replies in kind shouldn't be a surprise.
"Good to see you too, looking handsome as ever. Or maybe more so." Though he can't resist a charm as it flutters its way out of his mouth even as he looks down toward the new friend inhabiting the apartment.
He... okay, he's not totally surprised, given that he's seen Anthos before over a video feed, but seeing her on a screen and seeing her in real life are two totally different things. The way she wriggles, her little hands reaching up, the many, many mouths on her gnashing as if reaching for what the Cat holds. He's a little mesmerised, honestly, not entirely sure if he's still weirded out by her or finds her oddly charming.
"Got it..." he murmurs, shifting the bag onto his hip to draw out a succulent-looking leg of some kind of red-meat animal, with a large bone through the centre with the marrow still intact. More fit for a jungle cat than a Cat King like him, but he hadn't been fussy. He blinks at Anthos, then at Hyth. "... Which mouth do I put it in, or do I just-"
He offers the thing out, wondering if those little pawing hands will do the feeding work for him.
The hands have taken the meat and placed it directly in her larger, main mouth before Hythlodaeus can so much as offer guidance. He giggles, and looks on fondly as Anthos oozes her way over to a pillow in the corner of the room- a hastily placed bed pillow, but she seems to like it for now.
"Isn't she precious? I must say, having a critter for a companion isn't something that has ever crossed my mind. 'Twas more the norm in Elpis, which was a facility for testing creations, than it was in Amaurot, the city in which I lived."
And he'd never really gotten easily attached to creations. Sure, he could admire them from a practical standpoint. Teeth and claws only endeared him to such creatures, but never had it gone past mild appreciation. Anthos' personality, however... had he truly missed out on seeing all these creatures had to offer by being so cold and professional?
He takes Cat's hand idly, leaning against him before chuckling.
[ Phainon had missed the whole 'Valentine's Day' thing thanks to all the texting and celebrations and everything around being busy and not focused on celebrating, so he is making up for lost time.
Hythlodaeus will find a gift left on his doorstep, in a small box decorated in purple paper and a golden ribbon.
Inside the box is a simple gift: some nice hairpins, some bath salts, and some chocolate.
It's left with a forget-me-not flower, and a note saying 'Happy Valentine's Day! - Phainon. ]
[Hythlodaeus still isn't entirely sure what Valentine's Day is- or Valentione's Day, as Tsutomu said. Either way, seeing a little gift left for him, he smiles to see what's inside. Of course, he texts Phainon his thanks- maybe he'll wear the pins next time he sees him.]
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"HYTHLODAEUS," reads the billboard. Then, in smaller letters: "Smell like a dear friend."
Shortly after, Hythlodaeus will receive a complimentary delivery of "his" perfume. For some reason, the bottle is shark-shaped. Hm! Anyway, the perfume makes one want to cuddle close to those around them, though Hythlodaeus may not realize this at once…
(let us know if this is acceptable! if it is, we'll make an ooc post informing the game, and also incorporate hythlodaeus' line of perfume into the upcoming tdm)
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Finishing up doesn’t take too long, but washing up and putting on something cute takes a little while, so it’s about 45 minutes before there’s a knock on Hythlodeaus’ door. They haven’t gone all out, at least from the outside, so there’s no pressure on him, but thanks to the Cat King they’re trying out a new style, that they’re hoping might suit Hythlodeaus’ tastes. It certainly sits closer to their slight figure than they usually wear during the day, showing off their slender waist and long legs.
“Watcha, love. Didn’t leave you hanging too long, did I?” They ask with a grin when he answers the door.
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"Oh, not to worry. I am patient enough to wait for less than an hour."
Taking in Rowan's outfit, he nods to them approvingly.
"I like your attire. It looks very nice on you. Come, sit... do you drink? I have some fine wine. If not, I can fetch some tea."
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"Can say the same for you. Looks like a pain to get in and out of though." They laugh easily, as warm and friendly as ever as they slip through the doorway. "Either's good, but I ain't so refined as you so I won't appreciate how fine the wine is, sorry. I like a glass now and then, but I ain't got the taste to tell the difference between a good one and a bad one." They usually go straight for spirits, but sometimes they'll have a glass with their mothers.
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Leading Rowan to the couch, he lets them sit before heading to the cabinet to pour two glasses of wine. Bringing it back, he sits beside them and hands them one.
"As long as you enjoy it, that is what matters the most. I am hardly going to be a snob about it."
Giggling, he clinks his glass against Rowan's before taking a sip.
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"Cheers to enjoyment." They grin in response, enjoying his laughter, watching him with a hungry gaze. Holding it as they take a sip, they then lean in. "So what else can your magic do?"
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"Well, there are the creation magicks. My people could create anything as long as they could imagine it clearly- be it a critter or an object, or even a building. Personally, I was gifted with fire and ice magicks, and most of us could also bind any living creature with aetherial chains, which came in useful when our creations ran amok. We could teleport, which it seems some here cannot do- and of course, I have healing magicks. Lastly, I can see souls."
None of it seems like such a big deal to him, personally. He knew many who were far more powerful than he could hope to be. Still, his magicks can come in useful in the bedroom, and that's what is important here.
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"Can see why they snatched you up." They chuckle playfully. "You're really loaded for this place, ain't you? Going to be proper popular. Best I can offer is getting a bit stronger, long as people don't mind me being furrier." They're on the internet enough to know that won't bother everyone, but they're sure it's enough to put some people off.
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"Stronger... furrier?" It's not something that would bother Hythlodaeus much once explained, but he is a little confused for the moment. "Is it perhaps a type of transformation?"
His own people could transform- some of them, anyway- so he's thinking more along the lines of that. Which excites him, admittedly.
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Hythlodaeus does laugh at their joke though- perhaps they're not built for strength, but at least they're good-humoured about it.
"How do you transform? My people can do something similar- not myself, but some others could- and it involved building aether around themselves to assume a new form."
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"I'd show you, but you know how it is. And like I said, there ain't nothing sexy about it, it's made for fighting mostly. And then lupus is just like a wolf."
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He sips at his wine and grins at Rowan.
"I do love learning about the people here, don't you? So many different ways of life..."
He's obviously enjoying the talk with them. It makes him really think about all of the different people here.
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But they don't want to think about such things when there's much more pleasurable ones to think about. Like the other things Hythlodaeus could do to them, and that they could do to him in turn. "Different ways of life, different abilities, and I'm sure different ways to fuck and all." They smirk a little at him from across the sofa. "Makes you have an inkling of understanding why they wanted to drag us all over here, except we're the lucky ones what get to live it."
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Smiling, he drains his glass.
"Would you like another? Or is there perhaps something else I can get for you?"
The hint is subtle, but there. He would gladly get a little more friendly with Rowan.
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[Nervous, Tsutomu knocks on Hythlodaeus' apartment door. In his other hand is a small gift bag.]
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Tsutomu! What brings you here, my friend?
[He notes the gift bag, but he hasn't got a clue what is inside it.]
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Uh, um...uh...
[He's blushing and sweating so hard, oh dear. Slowly he sets the bag down, and pulls out a fist sized heart wrapped in red foil.]
S-so apparently...today is "February 14th" and is a holiday they call "Valentine's Day". But it turns out, "February 14" is the same as the 15th Sun of the First Umbral Moon, so...
[Tsutomu holds the fooled chocolate heart out before Hythlodaeus, bowing deeply as he does so.]
P-please accept this St. Valentione's day gift!!
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St. Valentione's? We did not have such a day upon my star... it must be a new tradition.
[Still, he beams- he gets the idea, because the chocolate is heart-shaped.]
You shouldn't have, Tsutomu.
[Apparently moved by the gesture, he focuses. In his free hand a bunch of vibrant pink flowers appear, and he offers them to Tsutomu with a smile.]
Upon Etheirys, we offer flowers to those we admire.
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[Tsutomu is caught off guard, not expecting something in return. He blinks in adorable confusion, and slowly reaches out to take the flowers. Normally he'd protest, but he truly wasn't expecting it.
He stares at them in his hands, feeling relaxed by the fragrance. Despite his distaste of flashy, colorful clothing, he feels the opposite when it comes to nature. He always appreciates a flashy plant.
Tsutomu utters words he rarely speaks, usually wont to deny instead.]
Thank you. These are lovely.
[And perhaps even rarer, a soft smile forms on his face as it becomes the same color as the flowers. Of course, it's short lived, as his cheeks instead opt for a more vibrant scarlet and Tsutomu looks up with a startled look on his face.]
W-wait, admire??
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Yes, admire. You are my friend, are you not? Of course I have respect and admiration for you.
[He holds the chocolate heart to his chest, beaming.]
You need not act so shocked by the revelation, surely...
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["You are my friend." "I have respect and admiration for you." These are very very foreign words to the samurai, who stares at Hythlodaeus with wide eyes, very clearly confused by his words.]
I-I'm sorry, I don't know what to say...
No one has really said anything like that to me before.
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[His smile fades somewhat, replaced by a sympathetic frown and a tilt of his head.]
Well, it matters not. You will make many friends here, I am sure of it.
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I...haven't had friends before, either. I'm not exactly sure how to be and behave around them, or how to make them. It's a bit nerve-wracking...
Ah! Oh hells, I came here to give you a gift and I'm just going on about depressing things and souring the mood.
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Well, I must thank you properly for your gift...
[Without giving Tsutomu a chance to say no, he pulls him inside the room and shuts the door behind himself with a little display of magic. The chocolate gets set aside, and he smiles.]
Would you allow me to?
[Maybe he can prove that he really does think Tsutomu is a friend, too.]
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[Without getting a chance to brace himself, Tsutomu ends up stumbling forward as he's pulled, and lands against Hythlodaeus' chest.
With a groan, he pulls away and looks up to face the other.]
Thank me properly? How exactly?
...
Y-you don't mean—
[Tsutomu's starting to get it! He looks down and nervously swallows, face bright red as he nods. Hopefully Hythlodaeus can see it.]
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Not to worry, I will make sure you enjoy it. It is the least I can do for such a thoughtful gift.
[As they reach the bed he pauses to face the other man, drawing him close. Rather than immediately begin to take off his clothes, however, he leans in and kisses him, still holding his hand.]
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Tsutomu's cheeks flush ever redder, and his hand squeezes the other's. His free hand reaches upwards to clench onto the fabric of Hythlodaeus' robe on his chest.
Right, how did Cat go on about it? Tsutomu tries to remember the lesson, and goes for Hythlodaeus' upper lip, taking it in his lips each time he kisses.]
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You've been practicing. Good.
[He places his mask onto the bedside table before shrugging out of his upper robe, letting it fall and leaving him only in his podea. Then he leans back in for another kiss, slow and gentle.]
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So Hythlodaeus is satisfied with his kissing now? That's...a relief. Tsutomu is...acceptable now. Useful.
He watches nervously as Hythlodaeus reveals his gorgeous body once more, flawless, beautiful, strong... Tsutomu feels his heart race, yet that twinge of envy lingers, showing in the way he hides his scarred hands.
He returns the kiss again, hands quickly reaching out to clench into the fabric...but now they find only soft skin. They snake their way up Hythlodaeus' chest, and finally wrap around his shoulders. Well, as much shoulder as Tsutomu can reach anyhow.]
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two questions
do you like ice cream, and are you busy?
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so, what do you think about you, me, a pint of ice cream each, and a catch up? :3
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so i can come to you, if you like? or we can meet at mine. or you can come pick your flavour yourself if you're worried about trusting my flavour choices.
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I trust you. I'll meet you here- should I get Anthos out of the way, or would you like to meet her?
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[ He attaches a picture of his clawed hand lifting up a tub of ice cream with an eye catching label - a crudely drawn picture of a woman mid orgasm, with the flashy title "Mint Chocolate Clit" and a tag line declaring the flavour "tingling mint". ]
don't worry about getting her out of the way, i wanna meet her.
..... does she eat ice cream??? should i get her some?
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[Well, what else did he expect, honestly?]
Let's not feed her ice cream. Though Morbols can eat and digest anything, I am not sure she'd like the sensation of the cold. I wouldn't wish for her to spew toxic fumes.
[Who knows what a Morbol brain-freeze tantrum looks like?]
Get her a nice cut of meat. She will love it.
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[ There's a joke about cats and their low-key intolerance to lactose here but he's not making it. Just in case Hyth doesn't know what lactose is and then they'll have a repeat of the your mom joke thing. ]
meat.... got it. i can do that.
be over in ten.
When he arrives at Hyth's apartment, it's at the doorway rather than poofing out of seemingly nowhere in a plume of purple flames. It's not that he had any qualms about surprising him (since he'd have every right to for the number of times Hyth has done it to him!!) and more for the fact that the flirt-to-activate thing is starting to get on his nerves. So he took a fancy flying car over to Hyth's instead. Like a normal person.
He bumps the door shut with his ass once he's inside, swinging a little paper bag in his claws.
"Hyth? I didn't know what kinda meat to get so I got a bunch. Or, rather, they just gave me a bunch. Something about cats and a varied appetite for maximum energy output, I wasn't listening."
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"Oh, you will be popular with her today, then! Heh... 'tis good to see you again, my friend."
Behind Hythlodaeus comes Anthos, her vines undulating and her body jiggling as she makes her way over. She's a little bit like a shadow to Hythlodaeus when she isn't digesting food, which gets to be annoying so he feeds her often just to get her out from under his feet. She seems to love him all the more for it, too.
She looks up at Cat, tilted upwards, hands flexing as if ready to grab onto something. She clearly knows there's meat in there.
"Here she is. I will let you choose what to feed her first, but anything with bones inside will give us more time to ourselves."
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"Good to see you too, looking handsome as ever. Or maybe more so." Though he can't resist a charm as it flutters its way out of his mouth even as he looks down toward the new friend inhabiting the apartment.
He... okay, he's not totally surprised, given that he's seen Anthos before over a video feed, but seeing her on a screen and seeing her in real life are two totally different things. The way she wriggles, her little hands reaching up, the many, many mouths on her gnashing as if reaching for what the Cat holds. He's a little mesmerised, honestly, not entirely sure if he's still weirded out by her or finds her oddly charming.
"Got it..." he murmurs, shifting the bag onto his hip to draw out a succulent-looking leg of some kind of red-meat animal, with a large bone through the centre with the marrow still intact. More fit for a jungle cat than a Cat King like him, but he hadn't been fussy. He blinks at Anthos, then at Hyth. "... Which mouth do I put it in, or do I just-"
He offers the thing out, wondering if those little pawing hands will do the feeding work for him.
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"Isn't she precious? I must say, having a critter for a companion isn't something that has ever crossed my mind. 'Twas more the norm in Elpis, which was a facility for testing creations, than it was in Amaurot, the city in which I lived."
And he'd never really gotten easily attached to creations. Sure, he could admire them from a practical standpoint. Teeth and claws only endeared him to such creatures, but never had it gone past mild appreciation. Anthos' personality, however... had he truly missed out on seeing all these creatures had to offer by being so cold and professional?
He takes Cat's hand idly, leaning against him before chuckling.
"She likes you already, I am sure."
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Hythlodaeus will find a gift left on his doorstep, in a small box decorated in purple paper and a golden ribbon.
Inside the box is a simple gift: some nice hairpins, some bath salts, and some chocolate.
It's left with a forget-me-not flower, and a note saying 'Happy Valentine's Day! - Phainon. ]
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