(Kenoma.) after the 6th of Firaseri. (cw: beheadings)

[vapour]

[ in the communion space, the Kenoma will feel Childe's presence along with a really obnoxious slurping sound, the exact kind you get when sipping out of a straw and the drink has reached near empty. A momentary flash of Hayame-chan's Beautiful Achamite Head Trio display is flashed as a memory along with a heavy sense of puzzlement over the effort keeping these heads clean and tidy. ]

Wow. Can any of you tell me more about this Pleroma called 'Hayame?' [ he sounds curious more than anything. In fact he finds this all amusing because it's just so... pointlessly grotesque and yet... there's some strange sense of dedication and care to the display.

He laughs now, deciding he finds it actually really funny and entertaining as the wide scope of their enemies starts to show itself.

He wonders if the other Pleroma tried to persuade Hayame not to do this but weren't successful? Or did they not care ... the latter doesn't sound quite right for a good chunk of the Pleroma at least, especially of the first wave arrivals.

It's be interesting to look into. ]

I'm very interested to hear from you if you can.

Comments

[tohell]

[ Time to be the odd man out, since the demon's response is a poorly restrained bit of snickering. It's rather amusing how prudish everyone is being over the Jinba woman's dedication to presenting her trophies. What a shame no one else in this little mental zoom call appreciates Hayame's creative endeavors, simply because her arrangements aren't flowers or gift baskets, but something that leans slightly towards the eclectic. To think she'd get such a cold reception after being thoughtful enough to share her masterpiece with the populace and their Kenoma-kind to enjoy.

Well, this demon does. And it's not only because they just so happen to share certain hobbies concerning turning bodies and heads into star-crossed lovers; separated and never to meet again. ]

She's delightfully entertaining to play with, if you ask me. [ He might not swing that way, but there's always a special place in his heart for a miserable, spiteful little creature that enthusiastically tries their damnedest to sink their teeth into him. ]

And while I'm not the sort to kiss and tell about the finer points of our encounters- [ Makoto doesn't need to know about J's revenge plot, and how he demanded a pound of flesh (only her heart, in the most metaphorical sense) from Hayame in return for the Jinba's attempt at taking his ward's life. ]

Should you two meet, you'll find our artistic friend has plenty of other surprising talents at her disposal, besides giving head. [ Get it? Come on, he had to. ]

[affal]

( there is the mental inflection of a groan.

he makes a solemn and personal oath to kill J twice for the crime of such a joke. or, at least, kill him twice as horribly. )

[tohell]

[ Surprise, surprise. Looks like J wasn't wrong about Makoto pinging to his quip in this open line of chatter. The only good fortune here is that his ward isn't currently trying to dissect the strange implications of their meeting with a scalpel's precision. If a crude joke is where his attention is aimed, J couldn't have planned it better. In response, what seeps in through communion like a faint coil of smoke is a clear sense of his master's satisfaction, which he's free to interpret however he likes.

Oh, and by the way — Come and get him, you absolute tease. ]

[affal]

( as long as whatever tussle J might have had with her ends in J returning alive to achamoth, makoto would like to claim he couldn't care less. after all, it's not like he has much to be wary or jealous of with regards to losing the demon's attention to a woman who is half horse...

or, well. he's fairly certain he doesn't.

if he learned about the true context of J's and hayame's altercation, well, it's not the first time J has deigned to fight makoto's battles for him. would his annoyance or a twisted sense of affection win out? who can say.

as it is, he just replies with a vague and seething sense of vexation. and maybe I will...! )

[vapour]

[ It's appreciated. That snickering is promising.

and oh, does childe ever get it. ]

Oh ho... what's someone giving head worth to you, anyway? Into anything else? Everyone has a price for their words.

[ don't start things you won't continue, j. childe's hoping you aren't that type of individual at all. ]

[tohell]

Plenty. Find the right person and the experience is priceless. [ He may not be thinking of Hayame at all anymore, but an experience shared with a young man J had waited seven hundred years to find. Including an additional number of peaceful months filled with their oddly domestic cohabitation, before he could greedily steal his head away in order to forge him by the flames of Hell into something truly incredible. A demon of his own creation, that had come so frighteningly close to fulfilling all that he'd ever hoped for, and may yet still.

Makoto's head was worth everything. ]

That eager to know more about our little filly that you'll proposition me for information?

[ This isn't a first by a long shot, or even surprising after hundreds of years spent in trades peddling himself to others in one form or another. But the ease by which he absorbs the offer doesn't reflect how likely he is to agree. ]

[vapour]

[ he was expecting the first part of J's response, but not the second. So while he certainly appreciates confirmation, the question has Childe silent initially. He made it sound suggestive because J started it, but when he said 'other things' he absolutely meant things other than sexual. ...Not that Childe wouldn't do it for for the right information if that was the price.

J directly asking, however, means Childe can't really double back and insist on clarification. You just can't do that in Childe's line of work or you'll be seen as a negotiator that is easily intimidated and won't follow through on anything they claim. Ultimately, he was hoping the other wouldn't shy away from the offer, but he also wasn't expecting the other to so openly just spit out a counter question.

...No, he thinks for a second in the back of his mind locked away from the communion space. Info on the centaur is definitely not worth sucking someone's dick, especially since he hates doing anything he sees as submissive like that. But again, that's a bad way to end an offer you technically started. ]

—I would, but something tells me I'm not your type; so it really doesn't matter, correct?

Any other options I might be able to actually take advantage of?

sometimes when you're a miserable evil demon you gotta bully people into gay chicken to vent.

[tohell]

[ Going in that hard to make a pretty direct invitation only to suddenly retract it? If Childe thinks J doesn't notice that jarringly abrupt mood shift, he'd be wrong about that. No amount of deflection can sweep under the rug someone dialing down their interest from 60 to 0 that fast.

Due to his very nature as a creature that has spent hundreds of years profiting from the suffering of mortals, J's focus is immediately drawn to whatever Childe's deal is. For J, teasing him about this is much more entertaining than gossiping about Ms. Ornamental Head Arranger. And while he's not particularly looking to backslide into old professions, Childe doesn't need to know that. Or anything else beyond the vague sense of J's delight that seeps in through communion. It's a fact that doesn't prohibit him from weaponizing the notion, either. If only to pester someone for a little sport. ]

Now, now. Don't jump to conclusions. [ Bored and with time to kill, J could do this all day. And he's downright chipper about it, too. ] As if I'd be so rude as to turn down such a generous offer, after you've confirmed your willingness to oblige!

And seeing as how we haven't had the scintillating experience of meeting one-on-one, there's no way of telling if sparks will fly or not until that happens. [ Sweating yet, Childe? Now who's the one who shouldn't start things they aren't willing to follow through on? ]

Shall I name a time and place, so that we can find out?

1/2

[vapour]

[ Hm.





Super Red Flags swinging in the air right now. ]

can't be helped! 2/2

[vapour]

—Yeah, your move.


[ well that sure got blurted out. either childe's

a) calling bluff
b) doesn't care
c) can't stand to lose at gay chicken
d) ????
e) all of the above

or:

f) [ REDACTED ]

Now that he thinks about it though, he's not even sure who this guy is? Considering he doesn't know anything about him, it wasn't the best idea to go head to head, but the other's in the same boat, anyway, right?

eh... it can wait once they get face to face. ]

[tohell]

I can already tell your enthusiasm over this quaint little meet-up of ours is absolutely off the charts.

[ Childe, is that any way to respond to someone suffering through this Gay Chicken Fake Date with you??? The demon could quite nearly find it in himself to feel offended if his fellow Kenoma wasn't so perplexingly tense about an arrangement he essentially initiated. (Which J has no compunctions about ditching once he's tormented this man enough.) ]

Well, since you're clearly not having any sudden second thoughts- [ Don't mind him, J's just going to subtly insinuate the reverse and subtly needle you about that, Childe. ] Why don't we make it this evening?

Unless you have any pressing issues that need your immediate and undivided attention? [ He's giving you an out, buddy. If you want to tuck tail and run, now's the time! ]

good sorry don't feel like you have to reply after I took this long orz

[vapour]

[ oh man, now he really has to go because it's a total challenge— and if he doesn't he won't even be a coward, he'll just be a little chicken shit.

Shit shit. gay chicken is only fun when you're on the side like J is, okay, noted! ]

—No plans here, no way. It's definitely a date, then. You like flowers, chocolate, what? First impressions count.

[ damn his mouth can sure say things he sometimes wishes it didn't. He's gonna wind up a little broke chickenshit. ]

It's okay! This is such a fun thread and led to some really great things, so thank you for it!

[tohell]

[ Through Communion, the demon gives Childe the vague mental impression of J harassing Makoto with some less than stellar feedback. Since it's a memory clipped and arranged to J's specifications, Childe won't get any specifics at all. There's only the general notion of who is talking and the sense of an emotionally charged conversation (Your confession is safe with him, Mako). Overall, it does explain why J suddenly backtracks. ]

Whoops! Sorry, Hubby said "No" to me getting any sexual favors in return for information.

[ Why is he saying it like that? Well, whatever he and Makoto categorically are to each other is a bit difficult to narrow down. And the easier to swallow options simply don't have the same comedic effect as this. So, that's what he's going with. ]

Wouldn't you know it? You make some beautiful plans after being solicited by a total stranger, and the ol' ball and chain has to put their foot down. [ His amusement is practically a neon sign at this point, so it's pretty clear to anyone tuning into this conversation that he never really took this arrangement seriously in the first place. ]

Since I'm sure you're an upstanding gentleman and not about to break up a happy home, I have a feeling this won't pose any problems. [ How many times will J suggest he's married, just to harass (appease? humiliate?) Makoto? Until he manages one or the other, that's when! ]

He can't ban me from hanging out with coworkers though~! So, as long as we keep our hands to ourselves while we talk about Our Little Pony, you probably won't receive any death threats or dead animals on your doorstep with ominous letters attached.

But I'm not responsible if you do, just so we're clear.