[Yeah okay so maybe Rook should be a little more careful about where and when he steps through space like that, but he figures everyone is probably already drunk so it really doesn't matter right about now. What matters is that he has managed to be mostly on time for once in his life and he has the promised burgers.
Humming a little as he leans against Jiwoo, Rook takes a moment to look at the interesting assortment of beings before focusing on the almost grim with a bright smile.]
Not really, pretty sure this is like a heartattack waiting to happen, along with the cigarette there. Are you tempting fate or spiting your position in life?
[ Why yes, this is perfectly acceptable conversation to have, why do you ask?
Taking the offered alcohol with a pleased noise, the demon tosses it back with ease (and a small grimace) before leaning his chin on Jiwoo's shoulder, reaching around him to steal a fry from the bag.]
Huh, you know I expected worse. Also, d'you wanna eat this inside? You feel kinda cold.
[Jiwoo is all too aware of his habits and how they might kill him before he ever becomes a grim, but there's so much he won't experience anymore once he becomes a full grim. To start, alcohol won't affect him anymore. Cigarettes won't make him short of breath. He won't need to eat to live. The fundamental human experience will die when he takes on the seal of a grim. His parents would be furious, but Jiwoo needs to be selfish before he signs away his eternity.
Ignoring the first question, Jiwoo extinguishes his cigarette in the ground so he can dedicate both hands to the burgers and fries. He rolls his eyes as Rook downs the vodka with ease and goes back to chowing down. Fuck, these really hit the spot. Much better than the jacket burger tainted with traces of the There.
The second question, though, he can answer.]
's just 'cause you're so fucking warm. I'll be done in, like, five minutes. [Jiwoo won't hand over the bag to give Rook better access to the fries and instead shifts so it's more drawn into his lap than before. Ha take that.]
[ Wow, fine, don't answer his amazingly interesting question that probably hits way too many sore spots. Be like that. Rook will just file the information away and try again later, even though he is pretty sure he is supposed to be able to charm that kind of information out of the other. At least up until he becomes a Grim. But, again, Rook is also pretty sure that requires an awful lot of energy and focus that he just doesn't feel like expending right about now.
Smiling brightly the demon leans in closer, nimble fingers seeking out the bag for more fry thievery. It being more in your lap really isn't about to dissuade him there, Jiwoo. Not even a little bit.]
Mmm, am I? Feel pretty normal but eh. Sure why not. [ There is a moment of fingers grabbing the edge of the bag before Rook sighs and shifts until he has basically pulled the Grim in training into his lap while still eating. Look, he likes these fries okay? And you have two burger in there, t w o, spare him some fries.]
[Definitely hits way too many sore spots. Part of Jiwoo doesn't even want to become a Grim. All of them seem so emotionless and bland. That and they don't seem to wear anything but turtlenecks, which is weird. He's not about to talk about either issue with Rook any time soon.
Also wow okay Jiwoo wasn't expecting to be scooped into Rook's lap but here he is. Honestly, he is a little chilly and Rook is pretty warm. Fine have some fries. Jiwoo will be busy enjoying his t w o burgers.]
You're a demon. You're supposed to be hot. [Wait no.] Run hot. [No that still isn't right.] You know what I mean.
[ Do you see this smirk on his face as he murders some more fries? DO YOU? Because it is pretty fucking smug right about now, what with your inability to stay what you mean. However, Rook will take it as that is what you mean, he is hot thank you very much, even with his laziness. You keep telling yourself that isn't what you meant here, mini Grim. You keep telling yourself that.]
Is that why I'm hot? Awwww, I didn't know you thought that. I guess I should have assumed with the terrible sexting but-- [ There is a bright, sharp grin, as he tightens his grip (and steals more fries), giving a pointed look to one of the few drunks paying attention to their conversation. ] I can teach you that still. I mean, if you ask nice enough I am sure I can teach you a lot of things...
[ For a demon he can go from smug to innocent really damn fast. Be impressed.]
[That smirk is so rude that Jiwoo kicks his legs off Rook's lap and tries to angle himself away from the demon. His face turns bright red, but he does his best to hide it behind his burger. Unfortunately, he polishes off the first burger in a matter of moments, meaning he needs to reach into the bag and risk making contact with Rook.
Maybe this is why Grims aren't supposed to have attachments: certain demons can be so fucking distracting.]
Uh huh, I am sure that it wasn't. It's okay, I am supposed to be attractive to people, that's the point. I just never thought I would hear you admit it so easily.
[ Yeah, trying to turn away from isn't gonna work, sorry darling. Rook just moves his head to the other shoulder, grin still crescent moon sharp as he foregoes more fries in favour of staring at Jiwoo with amusement in his eyes.
At least he gives you a little break from the look when he stops to take another sip of the carbonated sugar. Well, an almost break? He is still smirking around the straw as he hums and drinks.]
I will also point out that you didn't say no, so.... [ INSERT CHEESY EYEBROW WAGGLE HERE. ]
[F u c k i n g r u d e. Stupid demon of lust and his stupid attractive face. Of course Jiwoo didn't say no, because he doesn't want to say no; he wants to experience every physical pleasure possible before all of that gets taken away from him. Just maybe not tonight and maybe not with a fucking demon of all people.
Jiwoo doesn't need to turn his head to feel the weight of Rook's gaze, so he instead rifles around in the bag for his second burger. Oh no, look, he can't reply because his mouth is full of a heart attack on a bun.]
[ Stupid, right, that's totally the right word to use for him. So stupid. The longer Rook stays wrapped around Jiwoo, the more smug he seems to look. Almost like he can tell what the other is thinking. No, not almost. He totally can. Being a demon of lust means that he is slightly more attune to attraction, even if he is usually too lazy to actually do anything about it. Right now though? Well, the Grim was one of those people that he actually liked, even if the other seemed to want to murder him more often than not.
Rook watches with growing amusement as Jiwoo stuffs his face to avoid having to talk, that's fine. Rook can talk for the both of them. Setting the cream soda down, the demon wraps his arm around the Grim, sliding his warm hand beneath the jacket and pressing against his hip through the fabric of his shirt and presses his nose behind the curve of his ear so that Jiwoo can feel the smile on his face and Rook can speak soft and low, as to not be overheard.]
You know that you don't have to be so shy about it, doll. I know it might be a shock, but I'm actually pretty selfless, I promise you'd enjoy it.
[Jiwoo's halfway through another bite when Rook sets down his soda and that's never a good sign. He forces himself to swallow as soon as he feels those fingers slide under his jacket. Any other being's hands would be cold, but Rook's are almost too warm against his bare skin. Fuck. The edges of Rook's smile press against his neck and the chilliness of before dissipates in an instant.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuck.
Jiwoo is all too aware how much he would enjoy a night or two with Rook and is also confident just how addicting Rook could become. With an involuntary shudder, he tightens his grip on his burger.]
[ The smirk on Rook's face only grows as he feels the tangle of emotions coming to life in the Grim. It is a little cruel of him to be teasing him like this, while they are out in the open with more than one pair eyes on them, but he is a demon and he sure as hell never claimed to be nice. That and maybe he enjoys this a little bit, knowing that he is getting under his skin like this, that he is the reason Jiwoo is flushing and trying to strangle his burger.
Yup. This is totally worth the energy that he is putting into it.]
Mmm, I think you'd be rather stunning coming apart because of me, can't say that I haven't thought about it before. You look fucking delectable with just a blush, can only imagine what ecstasy looks like on you...
[ As he speaks, Rook lets his hands travel along the curve of Jiwoo's hips, the other curling comfortably around his thigh teasingly. He damn well knows what he is doing, letting nails barely graze skin, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear; this is what he was made for.
With a huff of a laugh, Rook curls his fingers against the line of his hips, pulling the Grim closer, flush against him.]
[Fuck fuck oh fuck. Jiwoo's mind clouds and for a moment, he forgets all about the burger getting cold in his hands. He squirms under Rook's touch, both trying to get some friction and avoid it. ]
Thought you wanted to go to the party.
[His words slide out through bitten lips, more strangled than his burger. The bag of fries slides out of his lap and onto the lawn, spilling some of the fries, but, more importantly, attracting more attention. Rook pulls him closer and Jiwoo digs the heels of his boots into the grass. He's already tenting out his pants at the teasing touches and if he wants to return to the party anytime soon, he can't be dealing with a hard-on.]
Mmm, while I am sure the party would be interesting and all, it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as getting you to shake apart beneath me with my name on your lips. [ The Grim probably feels the words more than hears them right now with the way that Rook as pressed himself against him, teasing the line of skin just beneath the waist band of the Grim's jeans.
Rook is well aware of the eyes on them, and the hard on that Jiwoo is sporting, and he fucking loves it. Embarrassment is something that happens to other people, not to him. If anything the attention makes him more daring, even as the other squirms thanks to the looks and his touch.
Don't mind the demon nuzzling affectionately at the juncture of your throat and jaw there, Jiwoo. He is enjoying this okay.]
C'mon where though, back to the party so I can tease you more right infront of these people, or somewhere else where I can take care of you.
[Every one of Rook's words vibrates down Jiwoo's spine, leaving him shuddering and squirming even more. He's pretty sure he's dug up some of the grass, but that doesn't really matter right now. The only thing that matters is the hand teasing at the waist of his jeans.]
Party. [He mumbles, low and heavy. Going to the party will allow him to put some space between him and the demon's energy. That and help him remember the Grim rules because he needs something to take the edge off the raging boner cramping his jeans.]
[ The laugh that spills from Rook's mouth at that is low, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes as he continues to tease the soft skin of Jiwoo's abdomen. With another brief nuzzle, the demon pulls back enough to rest his chin against the Grim's shoulder, giving him a little more space.
He doesn't remove his hands though, keeps rubbing his thumb in small circles.]
Well, don't want to go ruining your party time, now do I. [ Is he laughing at you? Maybe he is a little bit. But only because you're so fucking stubborn, he is actually impressed. Rook can taste the fucking want rolling off Jiwoo but--
With a gracefulness that is not born of being human at all, Rook finally untangles himself from the Grim, smirking as he offers a hand to help him up.]
[Fuck, goddammit, fuck. Okay time to start thinking of the rules because otherwise he's going to fall headfirst into something he's not sure he's ready for. Grims aren't supposed to form attachments because... oh fuck, Rook's fingers are still teasing him and Jiwoo can hardly breathe. He needs release, but he can't have it. Grim's aren't allowed to have attachments because--
Jiwoo groans, though it's more like a moan than he's willing to admit as he jerks his hips back toward Rook.
The instant Rook untangles, though, Jiwoo's head clears and it's a whole lot like taking the first breath of fresh air after a deep dive under water. Fucking hell. Rook's still in proximity enough to make his body burn and Jiwoo refuses the offered hand, choosing to instead attempt to cover himself.]
[ Oh-- oh that is a nice noise, Rook rather enjoys that noise, humming approval as the Grim twitches beneath his touch. Fuck, he wants, can taste how much Jiwoo wants as well, but-- he also likes him enough to not suffocate him all at once. So he gets up, offers his hand, and smirks.
That wasn't fair.
Rook laughs at that, bright and honest, before leaning forward to haul the Grim up with ease, making sure to stand well within his personal space as he winds his arms around Jiwoo's shoulders. What, you thought he was going to make this easy for you? Ha. Right.]
Mmmm, demon, remember? What even is fair?
[ It really isn't a question at all, but Rook needs a reason to lean close and tease a little more, lips brushing against his cheekbone, before he leans back, eyes shining.
He knows he is an ass and you fucking bet he is enjoying it.]
[Fucking asshole demon using his fucking influence to get under Jiwoo's skin and--- whoop he's standing now. Jiwoo barely has time to orient himself before Rook is sliding his arms around him again. Fuck. Shit. No, he hasn't gotten rid of his boner yet. Remember the Grim rules. Or fuck, remember the mnemonic for the bones in the hand.
Except all of that goes out the window when Rook's lips contact his cheek and send a fresh burst of warmth dancing down his spine.
Jiwoo continues to cover his nethers with his hands, one still holding the burger, and forces himself to not touch, to not engage in further arousing himself. That's not necessary. That's not fucking necessary.]
For a second I fucking forgot you're a shithead.
i dont---- know where the last line of that tag went, wtf dw
[ Rook winks, yeah that's right the fucker winks, before letting his eyes trail along the Grim's frame, settling where he was trying (and failing) to hide his erection. The demon shifts, partially to stay close and partially to help cover Jiwoo from anyone that might happen to glance their way, arms drapes loosely around him.]
Want me to take care of that for you? It would actually shut me up for a while...
[ Just to make things worse, Rook bites at his bottom lip as he teases, knowing exactly how to inspire the right images in someone's imagination. It isn't often that he feels like putting the energy into doing his actual job but-- well, this didn't feel like he was doing his job. Which is probably why he offered so honestly. ]
[The heated veil of Rook's influence settles more heavily the longer he's in contact, Jiwoo can feel every second he's waited too long. When Rook bites his lip, Jiwoo forces himself to look away, his body begging to indulge. Fuck fuck fuck.]
Grims aren't supposed to form attachments.
[Maybe saying the rules out loud will help him remember them, help clear his head of the delectable haze hanging over him.]
Grims aren't allowed to overindulge.
[And that includes overindulging on pleasure with, say, demons of lust.]
[ At first, Rook just looks confused because-- what? It takes a moment, and Jiwoo reciting more than one weird as fuck rule, before he understands what is going on.
The smile that is on his face flickers, the sharp edge fading as he really looks at the Grim. Well, almost Grim. Bringing his hands up to curl around his face, warm and there, the demon lets his energy and influence fade. At least, as much as he can. There is always a pull to him, especially with physical contact, but he can kind of control it. A little bit.
When he speaks his voice is soft, soothing more than seductive and rough. ]Hey, look--- you don't- Fuck, Ji, I'm sorry. Just tell me no, okay? I promise I will stop.
[Oh fuck, this is getting to be too much, Jiwoo realizes only as he forgets the rest of the rules. Rook stares at him and Jiwoo can hardly focus on his own name. There's a shift, he thinks, as he blinks and breathing becomes easier. Fuck. Oh fuck. He notices he must have dropped his burger at some point because his fingers are tangled in Rook's shirt, trying to hike it up, but he doesn't remember doing so.
Fuck. This is the primary reason why he probably shouldn't hang out with Rook as much as he does.]
Not fucking fair.
[His voice is subdued as he draws his hands away. The answer is not a no. Hell, there's a huge part of him that wants Rook, a part entirely unaffected by the demon's influence, but the larger portion of him isn't ready to break ten Grim rules at once.]
[ OH SHIT WHAT. FUCK. THIS IS... VERY LAST MINUTE. but like he is stupid enough to say no wow.
still there might be a small delay in the next text because he needs to reboot there. and, you know, get up off the floor from where he flailed and fell. so smooth.]
Okay. Yeah. That-- sounds great. Uh... 8 work for you?
1. Look, I can't even remember what dignity looks like okay, why would you ask me that.
2. I am sorry for ruining your booty call last night by throwing you over my shoulder while hissing ‘my precious’ at the guy you were trying to pick up. In my defence, you could totally do better than him.
3. There are flour footprints all over the house. Either you guys are trying to pull that Paranormal Activity shit on me again, or you got drunk and tried to make pancakes.
4. I feel like you are trying to get me to commit a felony.
5. Does needing stitches count for good sex or bad sex?
6. YOU WILL GIVE ME THAT ICE CREAM OR I WILL RIP YOUR SOUL INTO 7 PIECES AND TURN YOU INTO LORD VOLDERMORT.
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[Yeah okay so maybe Rook should be a little more careful about where and when he steps through space like that, but he figures everyone is probably already drunk so it really doesn't matter right about now. What matters is that he has managed to be mostly on time for once in his life and he has the promised burgers.
Humming a little as he leans against Jiwoo, Rook takes a moment to look at the interesting assortment of beings before focusing on the almost grim with a bright smile.]
Not really, pretty sure this is like a heartattack waiting to happen, along with the cigarette there. Are you tempting fate or spiting your position in life?
[ Why yes, this is perfectly acceptable conversation to have, why do you ask?
Taking the offered alcohol with a pleased noise, the demon tosses it back with ease (and a small grimace) before leaning his chin on Jiwoo's shoulder, reaching around him to steal a fry from the bag.]
Huh, you know I expected worse. Also, d'you wanna eat this inside? You feel kinda cold.
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Ignoring the first question, Jiwoo extinguishes his cigarette in the ground so he can dedicate both hands to the burgers and fries. He rolls his eyes as Rook downs the vodka with ease and goes back to chowing down. Fuck, these really hit the spot. Much better than the jacket burger tainted with traces of the There.
The second question, though, he can answer.]
's just 'cause you're so fucking warm. I'll be done in, like, five minutes. [Jiwoo won't hand over the bag to give Rook better access to the fries and instead shifts so it's more drawn into his lap than before. Ha take that.]
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Smiling brightly the demon leans in closer, nimble fingers seeking out the bag for more fry thievery. It being more in your lap really isn't about to dissuade him there, Jiwoo. Not even a little bit.]
Mmm, am I? Feel pretty normal but eh. Sure why not. [ There is a moment of fingers grabbing the edge of the bag before Rook sighs and shifts until he has basically pulled the Grim in training into his lap while still eating. Look, he likes these fries okay? And you have two burger in there, t w o, spare him some fries.]
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Also wow okay Jiwoo wasn't expecting to be scooped into Rook's lap but here he is. Honestly, he is a little chilly and Rook is pretty warm. Fine have some fries. Jiwoo will be busy enjoying his t w o burgers.]
You're a demon. You're supposed to be hot. [Wait no.] Run hot. [No that still isn't right.] You know what I mean.
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Is that why I'm hot? Awwww, I didn't know you thought that. I guess I should have assumed with the terrible sexting but-- [ There is a bright, sharp grin, as he tightens his grip (and steals more fries), giving a pointed look to one of the few drunks paying attention to their conversation. ] I can teach you that still. I mean, if you ask nice enough I am sure I can teach you a lot of things...
[ For a demon he can go from smug to innocent really damn fast. Be impressed.]
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Maybe this is why Grims aren't supposed to have attachments: certain demons can be so fucking distracting.]
That's not what I meant!
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[ Yeah, trying to turn away from isn't gonna work, sorry darling. Rook just moves his head to the other shoulder, grin still crescent moon sharp as he foregoes more fries in favour of staring at Jiwoo with amusement in his eyes.
At least he gives you a little break from the look when he stops to take another sip of the carbonated sugar. Well, an almost break? He is still smirking around the straw as he hums and drinks.]
I will also point out that you didn't say no, so.... [ INSERT CHEESY EYEBROW WAGGLE HERE. ]
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Jiwoo doesn't need to turn his head to feel the weight of Rook's gaze, so he instead rifles around in the bag for his second burger. Oh no, look, he can't reply because his mouth is full of a heart attack on a bun.]
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Rook watches with growing amusement as Jiwoo stuffs his face to avoid having to talk, that's fine. Rook can talk for the both of them. Setting the cream soda down, the demon wraps his arm around the Grim, sliding his warm hand beneath the jacket and pressing against his hip through the fabric of his shirt and presses his nose behind the curve of his ear so that Jiwoo can feel the smile on his face and Rook can speak soft and low, as to not be overheard.]
You know that you don't have to be so shy about it, doll. I know it might be a shock, but I'm actually pretty selfless, I promise you'd enjoy it.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuck.
Jiwoo is all too aware how much he would enjoy a night or two with Rook and is also confident just how addicting Rook could become. With an involuntary shudder, he tightens his grip on his burger.]
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Yup. This is totally worth the energy that he is putting into it.]
Mmm, I think you'd be rather stunning coming apart because of me, can't say that I haven't thought about it before. You look fucking delectable with just a blush, can only imagine what ecstasy looks like on you...
[ As he speaks, Rook lets his hands travel along the curve of Jiwoo's hips, the other curling comfortably around his thigh teasingly. He damn well knows what he is doing, letting nails barely graze skin, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear; this is what he was made for.
With a huff of a laugh, Rook curls his fingers against the line of his hips, pulling the Grim closer, flush against him.]
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Thought you wanted to go to the party.
[His words slide out through bitten lips, more strangled than his burger. The bag of fries slides out of his lap and onto the lawn, spilling some of the fries, but, more importantly, attracting more attention. Rook pulls him closer and Jiwoo digs the heels of his boots into the grass. He's already tenting out his pants at the teasing touches and if he wants to return to the party anytime soon, he can't be dealing with a hard-on.]
C'mon.
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Rook is well aware of the eyes on them, and the hard on that Jiwoo is sporting, and he fucking loves it. Embarrassment is something that happens to other people, not to him. If anything the attention makes him more daring, even as the other squirms thanks to the looks and his touch.
Don't mind the demon nuzzling affectionately at the juncture of your throat and jaw there, Jiwoo. He is enjoying this okay.]
C'mon where though, back to the party so I can tease you more right infront of these people, or somewhere else where I can take care of you.
[ There is no wrong answer here. ]
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Party. [He mumbles, low and heavy. Going to the party will allow him to put some space between him and the demon's energy. That and help him remember the Grim rules because he needs something to take the edge off the raging boner cramping his jeans.]
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He doesn't remove his hands though, keeps rubbing his thumb in small circles.]
Well, don't want to go ruining your party time, now do I. [ Is he laughing at you? Maybe he is a little bit. But only because you're so fucking stubborn, he is actually impressed. Rook can taste the fucking want rolling off Jiwoo but--
With a gracefulness that is not born of being human at all, Rook finally untangles himself from the Grim, smirking as he offers a hand to help him up.]
How are you at dancing, mmm?
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Jiwoo groans, though it's more like a moan than he's willing to admit as he jerks his hips back toward Rook.
The instant Rook untangles, though, Jiwoo's head clears and it's a whole lot like taking the first breath of fresh air after a deep dive under water. Fucking hell. Rook's still in proximity enough to make his body burn and Jiwoo refuses the offered hand, choosing to instead attempt to cover himself.]
That wasn't fair, asshole.
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That wasn't fair.
Rook laughs at that, bright and honest, before leaning forward to haul the Grim up with ease, making sure to stand well within his personal space as he winds his arms around Jiwoo's shoulders. What, you thought he was going to make this easy for you? Ha. Right.]
Mmmm, demon, remember? What even is fair?
[ It really isn't a question at all, but Rook needs a reason to lean close and tease a little more, lips brushing against his cheekbone, before he leans back, eyes shining.
He knows he is an ass and you fucking bet he is enjoying it.]
Now
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Except all of that goes out the window when Rook's lips contact his cheek and send a fresh burst of warmth dancing down his spine.
Jiwoo continues to cover his nethers with his hands, one still holding the burger, and forces himself to not touch, to not engage in further arousing himself. That's not necessary. That's not fucking necessary.]
For a second I fucking forgot you're a shithead.
i dont---- know where the last line of that tag went, wtf dw
[ Rook winks, yeah that's right the fucker winks, before letting his eyes trail along the Grim's frame, settling where he was trying (and failing) to hide his erection. The demon shifts, partially to stay close and partially to help cover Jiwoo from anyone that might happen to glance their way, arms drapes loosely around him.]
Want me to take care of that for you? It would actually shut me up for a while...
[ Just to make things worse, Rook bites at his bottom lip as he teases, knowing exactly how to inspire the right images in someone's imagination. It isn't often that he feels like putting the energy into doing his actual job but-- well, this didn't feel like he was doing his job. Which is probably why he offered so honestly. ]
lmao i was wondering what happened
Grims aren't supposed to form attachments.
[Maybe saying the rules out loud will help him remember them, help clear his head of the delectable haze hanging over him.]
Grims aren't allowed to overindulge.
[And that includes overindulging on pleasure with, say, demons of lust.]
it offended the dw eldritch gods obvs
The smile that is on his face flickers, the sharp edge fading as he really looks at the Grim. Well, almost Grim. Bringing his hands up to curl around his face, warm and there, the demon lets his energy and influence fade. At least, as much as he can. There is always a pull to him, especially with physical contact, but he can kind of control it. A little bit.
When he speaks his voice is soft, soothing more than seductive and rough. ]Hey, look--- you don't- Fuck, Ji, I'm sorry. Just tell me no, okay? I promise I will stop.
oc kaisoo is 3 much 5 dw
Fuck. This is the primary reason why he probably shouldn't hang out with Rook as much as he does.]
Not fucking fair.
[His voice is subdued as he draws his hands away. The answer is not a no. Hell, there's a huge part of him that wants Rook, a part entirely unaffected by the demon's influence, but the larger portion of him isn't ready to break ten Grim rules at once.]
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tumbles back after holiday bs
it's ok!!!
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still there might be a small delay in the next text because he needs to reboot there. and, you know, get up off the floor from where he flailed and fell. so smooth.]
Okay. Yeah. That-- sounds great. Uh... 8 work for you?
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8 works. You know where to pick me up?
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