#(( “huhu hookah :D ;3 ” ))

[cryopathiic-a]

❝ — Moshi mosh, hi, yes, I would like to order your, uh- ❞ Leaning closer to the menu, squinting over the words pinned down by a lavender claw; ❝ — it says here it's called the 'Soul Search Journey Blaster' ? ❞ Prismatic hues slip to the creaking door and Dōma shifts to lean back on the whimsically large bed, a palm supporting his weight, the other taut on the receiver. ❝ Mhm! Oh no, skip the snacks, please, I've got my- ❞ A thick brow quirks when looking to the shadow that towers from back there - where his master admires their 'tan'.

❝ - I've got my girlfriend here with me and she's dieting. You know how girls are with these things! ❞ A chuckle, mirrored on the other end of the line. ❝ Could be the most beautiful woman in the whole entire world, she'll still find something that needs fixing, right? Hah hah! ❞ The joke hit a little too close to home, though. And the ancient overlord would have found him casually chatting up the hookah rental service employee, one leg crossed over the other, head canting with a smile.

❝ Sure sure, mhm, it's for 205... put it on the tab, okay? Thank you for everything, have a great night, my friend! ❞And just like that the phone and turned around; a waft of shower gel crinkling their nostril. Well at least the hotel had a good taste in flavors. The bed sunk in under her weight and Dōma quickly hopped atop the mattress and shuffled closer on all fours.

❝ Well in that case, you're in luck. Because I— ❞ A hand presses to his chest, exposed as the shirt he has been donning at some point was buttoned down further. ❝ - am an expert in shiatsu; for oni, too. ❞ Because naturally, he had evolved the art. Anything that tasted good, sounded good, felt good; Dōma was always quick to take interest in. But hey, that hedonistic nature had its perks.

Long legs came to straddle his master's lying frame, sitting on their lower back with a devious smirk- his fingers had tickled the air for a moment, before rolling his sleeves up and diving right into the work. First, a press of cool thumbs around the spine, feeling up and outwards to draw the focus there, in the middle of the back and expand it, like lotus leaves part when the flower truly blossoms.

Though he is quick to note the change in color. And, with it... a thin speckle of skin protruding from the rest. Up close, that does not look like a 'tan' at all. That looks... moreso like a sunburn. But who's going to tell her that. Poor Master Muzan had been so excited to sunbathe... Dōma's lips purse; and he is glad that she is not facing him at that moment to see that expression.

❝ Hm. Let's see... if I do this- ❞ He mumbles, softly, but moreso to himself. A cold palm presses flat against the middle of her back and the skin almost sizzles under his frigid touch. ❝ And then like that... Oh, your back holds so much tension. It's like you've been carrying a lot of weight... ❞ He rolls the thicker part of his palm around, looking for knots to smooth over, then pressure points to stimulate as well; those often differ for the oni, whose bodies are pliable like clay. Especially Master's. He ought to admit, it was a little more complicated than most.

❝ How does that feel? ❞ He asks, whilst testing a circular motion around the base of her neck. His free palm comes to carefully push raven locks out of his way, before daring to pull the towel a little lower for more purchase. ❝ Would you prefer it harder, or more gently? ❞