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RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-23-2024
[say]"How luxurious for you,"[/say] Danta drawls, his tone dry as a bone as he peeps up at Asta. For what it's worth, whether or not he gets on the other man's nerves, the butcher will have a hard time peeling himself away from the Maverick or his bed if he has anything to say about it. And hey, so far so good, right? Danta is about to say as much before Asta speaks again, and before he knows it he's been drawn against the other man and out of their little space of warmth and comfort.
[say]"Wh-- hey!"[/say] Flailing a bit, the fire at his fingertips snuffs out so he can better hold onto the butcher, Danta more or less a bundle of blankets as he reaches to snag the cigarettes, flashing Asta a reproachful look. [say]"You might have given a little warning,"[/say] he grumbles affectionately, wriggling to get comfortable once they make it out to the balcony seat.
Left more or less curled in the other man's lap, Danta spends a moment adjusting the blankets and draping himself appropriately across Asta, before he's taking out two cigarettes and placing one between the butcher's lips. [say]"I'm sure you'll manage with these,"[/say] he mumbles, pinching the end of his smoke in gentle fingers ignited with flame for him to take a drag.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-23-2024
Huffing a deep laugh that vibrates against Danta as he holds him close to his chest, the grin is both seen and felt with how it stretches across his face. “[say]Too late.[/say]” He hums, flashing a glance that seems to say not guilty as he very much continues being a bit of a brat. But it’s worth it in the end with how they settle into the chair, letting Danta deal with the blanket to drape it over them as the sound of the sea nearby roars a calming sound, as does the breeze that passes by — smelling of salt and seaweed, melding awkwardly with his usual scent of honey smoke.
It’s drowned out soon, though, gladly accepting the cigarette pressed between his lips, the butcher waits patiently as his hands wind around Danta’s lower back, fingertips smoothing out along the soft skin. Dragging on it as the end is lit, he lets it hang from his lips as he smirks, smoke billowing slowly from the end. “[say]I am sure I will.[/say]” And honestly? It’s probably easier, too. Portability wise.
Slipping one hand around to the front of them he sparks fire from his fingertip, so that Danta can light the one he slips between his lips too, before the butcher’s taking another drag and slipping it out from between his lips to rest between his index and middle finger. “[say]Perhaps it may be worth carrying some of these around for when I do not wish to deal with the pipe.[/say]” He muses thoughtfully, dark eyes peering down at the cigarette between his fingers, the glow of the cherry a light source in the darkness of the night.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-23-2024
[say]"Clearly."[/say] Too late, Danta means, the Maverick sitting up just a fraction to light his own cigarette on the flame curling from Asta's fingertip. Mumbling his thanks and settling back to blow a slow smoke ring up into the air above them, he spends a few moments enjoying the breeze, the way the lights on the beach are more visible now than at any other time, the endless sprawl of stars overhead.
Relaxing into the hand stroking against his back, Danta takes another drag and resists the urge to nuzzle closer to the other man, just in case he ends up singeing the blanket. [say]"Your pipe makes you an antique these days,"[/say] he agrees with a cheeky smile across at the butcher, reaching out to flick the ash into the tray on the table. [say]"Welcome to the future, Asta."[/say]
Falling quiet again to peer out over the balcony and towards the people still gathered or walking, even at this time of night, he tilts his head. [say]"Perhaps we should have gone out after all, since we're awake."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-23-2024
Nose wrinkling despite the amusement very clearly on his face, the butcher shakes his head with a heavy sigh. “[say]Wasn’t I just lamenting over the fact I’m old?[/say]” He whines, a nasally sound before he promptly shuts himself up by taking another drag. His eyes find the remnants of the smoke circle Danta had blown, seeing as it departs and vanishes into the warm night air.
He leans forward to flick the ash into the ashtray, following Danta’s line of sight. “[say]Mm, well, we could still go out? Are you hungry at all?[/say]” He asks, focusing his attention back on the blonde as he settles back into the chair, fingertips drawing little designs into the Maverick’s back, up and down his spine.
It could be done, though, if Danta craved the distraction. He’d simply just request a shower before they dress and go anywhere, if that’s what the plan is.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-23-2024
[say]"The pipe would make you old no matter your actual age,"[/say] Danta fires back with a grin and a shrug of his shoulders, glancing to Asta before his gaze returns to the socialites still making the most of the night far below them. Arching into the touch of warm fingers, he gives the offer due consideration before ultimately shaking his head, relaxing further into Asta's arms. [say]"That's a lot of effort for something I'd probably regret once we got down there,"[/say] he says, laughing under his breath.
[say]"And I'm pretty good, actually, in all senses. Had some ramphire earlier,"[/say] he tells him around another drag from the cigarette, finally tipping his head back to rest it against Asta's shoulder, head turning into the crook of his neck where he can plant a soft kiss. [say]"I'll give it to Torchline, you know - it's a lot prettier than the Grounds at night."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-23-2024
“[say]Ah, so I would lose ten years simply by making the switch?[/say]” He muses with amusement in his tone, his accent taking on a touch of a conspiracy, watching the shrug of the blonde’s shoulders and the glance. But he settles to let his offer be considered, hand still smoothing out warmth against Danta’s lower back even as his gaze studies the other Ancient’s profile, following the way the moon and Torchline’s lights reflect against the curve of his nose, the way his cheekbone casts harsh shadows.
He drags from the cigarette again before flicking the ash off instead of leaning in and planting a kiss to the shadow, not wanting to distract. “[say]Well, if you are seeking low effort, I do still need a shower.[/say]” To wash off the fountain and their other activities of the day and night.
Nodding at the mention of the ramphire, though, and the whole reason for going to the fountain in the first place that had slipped his mind, he gladly lets him lean in, head pressed against his neck where the kiss presses in. “[say]It feels so.. free? Open?[/say]” He frowns a little before pressing his cheek to Danta’s crown as he searches his mind for the word, coming up empty he shrugs a fraction, trying not to jostle the blonde too much.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-23-2024
[say]"There you go,"[/say] Danta says, his laughter equal parts cheerful and amused, and he gives Asta a gentle nudge for his trouble as well. He's rewarded with a kiss, as it happens, the Maverick smiling and letting his eyes close for a few moments to enjoy the sensation of the open space, the breeze rolling in from the sea in the distance. [say]"Mm...? I suppose I could be tempted,"[/say] he murmurs of the shower, flicking the ash from his cigarette and sitting up once again to take a final drag from it.
[say]"Free, open... easy,"[/say] he agrees, tilting his head out at the view. [say]"Still, I wouldn't want to get used to it, so better we just see it on vacation, right?"[/say] He winks. Besides which, for all the things the Grounds isn't, Danta has worked harder to make it a better region than he's ever worked on anything in his life, and he's not about to abandon it now. [say]"Come on,"[/say] he says, [say]"maybe the hot water will make me sleepy."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-23-2024
Rolling his eyes affectionately, the dark of the night makes them nearly black as he focuses back on Danta after the kiss, letting his sharp toothed smile return at the temptation of the shower. “[say]We could run it as hot as it can go and just relax.[/say]” Which was mostly for Danta all things considered, but the butcher wouldn’t complain in the slightest. He loosens his hold as Danta sits back a little, taking another drag of his cigarette to try and drain it down as it seems like the Maverick’s mind is made up.
“[say]It may lose some of the charm to move here. And I imagine Flora would be less likely to commit to making a rage room.[/say]” He teases, lips quirking into an amused smile before he shrugs a little. But it seems like Danta is ready to go, though, so he finishes his smoke and stamps it out before he’s leaning toward the blonde to stand after him. “[say]Would you prefer me carrying you or do you think you can walk?[/say]” He asks, voice dropping playfully as he returns to being a brat.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-23-2024
[say]"Ugh, that sounds perfect,"[/say] Danta mumbles around the cigarette, leaning across Asta to stamp it out as well before he rolls to stand, letting the blanket fall away from him and caring nothing for whoever might look up and see him. [say]"I can walk just fine, thank you,"[/say] he drawls, leaning in on purpose to catch Asta's lips in a lingering kiss, as if to remind him that two can play at being a dick, and Danta is much more practiced at it.
Drawing back after a long few moments, he tips the other man a wink before he's sweeping back into the room. Clearly the nightmare he'd had is at the back of his mind now, because there's no hesitation, no shrinking from the darkness as he makes a beeline for the bathroom. A second later the sound of the shower can be heard, and clouds of heavy steam roll out from the open door, begging Asta to come and join him.
~FIN