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"I'll have you know I've been practicing!" This is no guarantee of improvement. Nevertheless the King of Time drops down, not laid back and comfortable, but poised and focused to show off whatever skills he may or may not have.

"If they're going to pull their weight then it would be silly not to use them, though." As he scrolls through the characters already available, he very clearly avoids one in particular. It is, of course, because he thinks Mitch will do best with his favourite character, and not as an act of kindness. No sir.

"Several. I've had to keep a supply of spares courtesy of Amaimon. I've discouraged him from gnawing the things to destruction but I've yet to cure his permanently sticky fingers. I mean that in a very literal sense unfortunately."

Luckily, the Mephisto Pinkᵀᴹ controller he's handing Mitch is free from any substances of questionable origin. "I certainly don't mind lending a hand! Don't expect me to go easy on you though, heh heh."

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Don't mind him tilting Shiro's head and dragging his tongue up his Paladin's neck.

"Well, you rarely ever have the right shapes and parts for me to use it on, so that's your fault; not mine."

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"Mm, is that what's holding you back? I'm sure we can work around it. Deary me, if I must put my imagination to use then I'd prefer it be a practical lesson. Shall I demonstrate on you?"

"Really?" The sarcasm is thick enough to choke on. "I hadn't noticed."

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"Ngh-"

It was his idea, he has no one to blame but himself. And how could he say no to that look?

"Yea, 'course I will! Make it good and strong...eheh..."

"Oooohh...thats actually a fun idea! What do you want to try?? I think I have some dry herbs in my house mmm maybe hazelnut but thats already a popular flavor hmm hmm "

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"I have a particular fondness for your tongue, my dear. It's talented at so much more than simply preaching the good word~ A shame you don't put it to use more often."

"You know, I've always been a fan of your work."

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"You know, I've always been a fan of your work."

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~~*sticking my leggy up* I leave for Europe tomorrow and I'll be gone for about a week. I'll still pop in but it'll be spotty and icons will be limited/nonexistent XD I'm excited!~~

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The hand making itself known between Shiro's thighs felt the extra shift in his position. It's almost automatic how Mephisto's palm slides over that lifted thigh, appreciating every bit of muscle it has to offer. Fingertips prod the flesh, nails threatening to break skin but never making good on it.

"Now, now, there's no need to hide," what sort of demon would he be if he didn't tease his lover at least a little. "However will I hear you with all that fluff and fabric in the way?"

With Shiro inviting him in with such a warm welcome, it would be rude not to accept. The leverage he's been given is used in full as Mephisto slips himself all the way in. The pause to follow is as much for Shiro's benefit as his own. A moment to savour this feeling, rare as it is. "My, you're a perfect fit all the way around I would say~ Easy does it now," said as he rocks them carefully apart then back together.

"Please." Such poetics were wasted on an old bastard like him, but Mephisto never failed on delivering them anyway, which stirred something strange in Shiro's heart. He didn't know what to call it; didn't care enough to identify the feeling either. Not right now, at least. For now, he just wanted to chase the build up and the high of an orgasm, which was steadily coming despite - or because of? - the intrusions in his body.

Cursing softly as he was spread open, Shiro starts pumping at his shaft again and cranes his neck out to seek refuge from the hot air being breathed against him. If this invited another bite from Mephisto then he wouldn't mind. He'd welcome it even, if the little moan he had let out at the first nip was anything to go by. "Let's hope so," he says breathily, either ignoring or blissfully unaware of the implications behind his own words, "Otherwise, I'm gonna need that card back so I can get a refund on it."

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Redraw of that one official keychain

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"Humane? Shiro, my dear, if I knew you were going to insult me so outright, I never would have asked." The words alone could have been scathing, but are spoken with no malice whatsoever. They're tinged only with amusement.

Behind that humour used so much like a shield, there is a flicker of something in his eyes. Time and again it became more obvious that being in Assiah affected demons, whether they knew it or not. Whether they wanted it or not. It was easy for Mephisto to mask anything remotely human in himself as adoration for this world, but Shiro had been too close to him for too long. How terrifying the prospect of being known could be.

"Funny how the last two Paladins have doggedly pursued and head hunted you, and not for any good reasons either..." Shiro smirked, coyly hiding the upturned corners of his mouth behind his hand and cigarette. Nothing could conceal the bemused crinkles in the corners of his eyes though, and he certainly made no efforts to hide them either. Much like Arthur, he saw little point in hiding disdain for the demon who manipulated and controlled every aspect of his life, from bitter beginnings to bewildering, bloody ends.

Their relationship was much more complicated and confusing compared to the likes of Arthur and Mephisto's dynamics, however, to the point Shiro had frequently asked himself the very same thing. Each time he did too, he came up with a different answer and never felt satisfied with a single one.

Perhaps there was no simple way to explain it either. Some things just couldn't be boiled down to a few words.

"I don't know," he starts off with complete honesty that gets spoken through another heavily sighed out breath of smoke, "Apart from throwing me out to you and banishing me here... I suppose it's how he - and you - actually embrace a sense of humanity around me, and only me." Crimson eyes locked with their emerald counterpoints, watching closely for even the slightest hint of change. "You're demons, and you remind everyone of your nature at every opportunity, but I've seen you do things that are more humane than demonic in nature."

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"Several. I've had to keep a supply of spares courtesy of Amaimon. I've discouraged him from gnawing the things to destruction but I've yet to cure his permanently sticky fingers. I mean that in a very literal sense unfortunately."

Luckily, the Mephisto Pinkᵀᴹ controller he's handing Mitch is free from any substances of questionable origin. "I certainly don't mind lending a hand! Don't expect me to go easy on you though, heh heh."

It's not until Mephisto calmly says to essentially stand down does Mitch's gaze awkwardly move down at the table. It's a good point that was made, and he has nothing to fire back with to 'win' - leaving him quiet until Mephisto suddenly speaks up again, a brief puzzled stare snapping at him. Upon hearing the task of utmost importance, a smile forms - this was more of what he expected.

"Shouldn't have anything else. Day off." Never mind he took one as soon as possible just for this. He plucks one of the sesame balls from the plate. "How many controllers you got?"

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"YES! Let the wheel of fate land where it may and sing at the top of your lungs! Ooo, I wonder if this machine has the dance moves for idol songs. I know most of them by heart, I could teach you!"

"Honestly, I was just planning on putting the playlist on shuffle and just singing whatever song it chooses."

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"No, no, you're onto somethin'."

"We test it with a flavour we know works as, like...a base to see if the whole process doesn't ruin it. If it can't even turn out the plain kind, there's no hope for the other stuff."

"Oooohh...thats actually a fun idea! What do you want to try?? I think I have some dry herbs in my house mmm maybe hazelnut but thats already a popular flavor hmm hmm "

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"Yet one more inconvenience to contend with. Ah, but it can't be helped. Your information is, as always, impeccable! May I also add that your nephew has proven to be quite the skilled student in his own way."

Jaden quietly hums, taking his agreement on the observation no further than that. There wasn't much to say from his end anyway because Mephisto had summarized Silas quite nicely. The man was cagey, restless, and overly ambitious - especially with his false sense of independence. The Order would be stupid to trust him so readily, and foolish to turn their backs on him this early in the endgame.

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"Low. He's had the engineers polishing that stupid bomb up so it'll be ready for presentation and detonation when he feels like showing it off to the Grigori and using it on our adversaries."

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You know you can just ...ask your dad or even GRANDFATHER to help you with finances Draluc!

"NEVER! It was humiliating enough when my whole family learned I'd lost my home to some bumbling human though they took it surprisingly well. It's a matter of pride that Castle Draluc be rebuilt at my own behest. Besides, John likes having someone else around."

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"Who, me?"

"I just think it's good for him to get out more instead of being stuck in front of his games all night."

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"Wait, is the sun even down yet?"

"You.....are having a bit too much fun with this arent you mister? " she nudges his arm with his elbow giving a bit of a deadpan look.

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"Uh-" oh, he forgot how disorienting children could be to talk to. "You don't say. Mine was a fair deal grander than the living room I currently inhabit, I wonder how it would have compared to your uncle's. Er. Could you perhaps maybe let go of me so I can walk upright, little one?"

Hayase doesn't understand enough about that to put together that Draluc won't be able to pay. He just hears a lot of negatives, which surely do not pertain to him.

"Uncle Yiyi has a castle, it's waaaay big! He lets me play there!"