❝General preference, I do enjoy at least knowing a dinner companion’s name. Do gray faced entities even eat? And if you’re all wearing masks how do I even know you’re the correct faceless entity?❞
❝I have no recollection of this?❞
❝Psst, Minion! Did I have plans? I don’t recall making plans.❞
Minion: *shrugs*
❝Uh… are you sure you have the right handsome blue genius?❞
❝What? I am nearly 85% sure I would have remembered dinner plans… is that you, Hell Cat? You stole my burger last so that cancels my IOU.❞
❝You know, if you asked I’d feed it to you. However. Theft will warrant… retaliation,❞ Syx purred, leaning over Harrison, eyes hooded and a dark grin on his lips. When he was close enough to kiss the other, he instead snatched Harrison’s food and dropped back into his chair with a smug grin holding the pilfered food.
Syx watched the fry disappear, brows quirked thoughtfully, ❝Doesn’t it get soggy? It’d be even worse than cereal. The whole point-❞ he waved a fry around as he spoke, leaving waaaaay too far back in his wheely chair in the Lair ❝-is that they are crispy.❞
Bell narrowed her eyes and took another bite of her burger, waiting for it to happen again. Seeing the blue hand that wasn’t her own take another fry, she sprung her plot.
Slamming her hand down she shouted, ❝Thief! I got you red handed!❞ as she hit the ketchup and sprayed it out in a messy jet over Lucy’s hand (and her own).
❝HEY!❞
Syx stretched out, holding his suddenly half empty box of fries as far as he could out of his villainous companion’s thieving grasp, ❝I know you have your own! I saw you take them from the Burger man of the King.❞
❝’S fine, really. You don’t have to come it!❞ Syx pressed his back against the door of the bathroom. He really didn’t want to come out. His hand pressed over his opposite wrist. A repeated mantra in his head. He didn’t need pain. He didn’t. It was purely psychological. There was no need for fresh scars. He was just… restless because he hadn’t had a battle in ages. That was it.
sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || you still only get one!
❝I have way too much time to just fantasies in prison.❞
❝So we start off fighting like we always do. I goad them into getting a bit rough,❞ he waggled his brow suggestively, ❝And while they’re choking me, I see they’re clearly getting aroused too. I start rubbing them off with my leg, watching their eyes go unfocused. They cum in their pants before pulling me into a rough and bloody kiss. Each touch a fight for domenance, pulling their hair as they groan and cry out. Biting each other and leaving marks. Just fucking rough and hard in an abandoned lot.❞
sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || accepting
❝So this one always starts at a party. One of those ones with the masks.❞
❝I’m wearing some elaborate costume with all the frills and a beautiful mask. I appear as the crowd parts around me and they are awestruck. We dance, me never saying a word. Finally, they beg for my name and I fling my mask off as I declare it. The brain bots swoop in to take care of the party as I take them into my arms and steal them away via a pull rope through the roof.❞
❝The cling to me all the way up, heart fluttering over the revelation of feelings and forbidden love.❞
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