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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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There are rats in the vents. If I decide I need protein, I can get them.

[Pointed hissssss.]

[he likes that the demon sometimes hisses around him. he doesn't know whether or not Crowley makes it a habit around other people, but he likes feeling privileged about it.]

...You're talking about rats, and you sneer at my meals. That's rather hypocritical of you, don't you think?

[but he's not really invested in the argument, for once. conversation isn't as appealing as it usually is, today. his mind is more focused on the devouring of energy, and the want to violently expend it. his head is hungry and full of motion.

so, he pushes his plate an apathetic few inches away, and gets up to his feet.]

[It's certainly not a habit, it's a privilege indeed. ]

I'm a hypocritical sort of person.

[He leans back, watching him with what could be called a bored expression, to anyone who didn't know Crowley. He's always watching, quietly, behind that curtain of apathy. ]

Oh, did I put you off your food? My bad.

[and Tek is still getting to know the demon, still feeling things out. just beginning to figure out what makes him tick, and what--if anything--is underneath what he shows to the rest of the world.

you can only share a bed with someone for so long before you start to get to know them, whether you want to or not.

so, he almost has a considering look on his face as he goes wandering up to him. his expression is so empty beyond that, however, that it's hard to place exactly what he's considering.]

No. My appetite is still unharmed.

[There is so much under the surface that Crowley doesn't show. Things easily dug up, if someone cares to dig deep enough. The empty look is a little disconcerting. He tilts his head.]

Well, I certainly hope you're not planning on eating me. I'm terrible for the digestion.

[very often, Tek is more than content to let things settle light and careless on the surface, and just stay that way. he's lazy, he enjoys being petty, and he likes comfortable things. he likes things easy.

...but he can't ever just let it stay that way. at some point, he gets the urge to stir something up. and with how he's been feeling lately, he's very much in the mood to compulsively shake something out of its usual, comfortable place.]

Mm. 'Hungry' is maybe a bad word for it.

[and yeah, he's got that... look about him, as he wanders up close to the demon. predatory and covetous. it's hopefully an expression that means something fun, and not something alarming.]

[He really hopes it means fun. He hasn't had to fight anyone for a while, and he really doesn't think fireballs are wise in space. Actual space, not pretend Paradisa space. He settles for a lopsided smirk, tilting his head.]

And what do you plan t do about that, then?

[instead of answering, he lets his actions speak for him. and really, as he reaches the demon, he gives off all the signs that mean fun. he isn't shy about letting his gaze wander over his bedmate; he settles up close against him. they're in the kitchen, but that fact is obviously the farthest thing from his mind, as he reaches up to let his fingers go playing along the demon's collar.

he spends a few considering moments hovering there, dwelling on whatever hungry things are itching under his skin.

and then the impulse hits him, and he suddenly leans in to bite unkindly at the side of the demon's neck. it's isn't meant to be nice.]

[Well, that's just rude.

Crowley lets out a low hiss, his hands grasping onto Tek's shoulder, but certainly not pulling away. Far from it, he gives a low chuckle.]

Ah, so it's that game we're playing, is it?

[oh, don't encourage him.

the demon neglects to push him away, and he hisses at him? it's too good of a combination. he gets pushy along his jawline, but a low growl of threat rumbles down in his throat while he does--baring his teeth against the demon's skin, right near his throat.

yeah, it's that kind of game, and he's in the mood to be aggressive about it. because something easy and nice just isn't going to cut it right now.]

[Crowley is nothing if he's not a pleaser. When he wants to be, anyway, and a part of his is morbidly curious as to what Tek is actually capable of. The demon gives a sharp-toothed smile of his own, giving a not entirely friendly nip on Tek's jawline. ]

You better not get blood on my nice suit, that's all I'm saying.

[whatever the reaction to being nipped at like that should have been, Tek responds with a sudden, throaty purr. it's a feral sound, rolling deep through his chest, and leaves no question as to what it means.

and he pushes the demon again, bullying him toward the nearest counter, or other available surface that their crew probably wouldn't want them to be heading towards.]

[Well, now that is a pleasant sound, and Crowley hisses in response, dragging his sharp snake-y teeth down the side of Tek's neck.

Their crew will just have to deal with the carnage later.]

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I REPLIED TO THIS uggggh dw why does this keep happening

DW THAT'S MEAN

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