#ask-dancing-fox

[micsmasmuses]

@ask-dancing-fox liked for a starter.

His head tilts at the stranger, a friend of Giyu’s? At least that’s what he’s heard. Shinobu made a joke of Giyu not having friends- but that can’t be right since he himself is Giyu’s friend! And he will deny if giyu says otherwise.

“So you are Tomioka’s friend correct?”

[viciousbite]

Blood flowed into his mouth when his fangs tore through the hashira's fabric and flesh without problem. The taste made his wings flutter with excitement as his talons adjusted and pressed along the man's back. Why not have a snack while 'hugging' the slayer. It was a great joyful time!

It was, until the body within his grasps went slack. Did he die? Urogi's fangs pulled away from the hashira's flesh to get a look upon the half covered face laid against his shoulder. "Oi! Don't tell me, you passed away already?!" Urogi cackled, the thought both amused and annoyed him. Humans were so fragile!... Wait, certainly that was the sound of his heart still beating? Still alive, barely?

His hold loosened gradually as his legs pulled away from around his form and hands shifted to grip at the hashira's forearms to shake him, a little ... violently. "It's not time to sleep yet, go on, entertain me more! My hugs aren't meant to kill!" Or were they? He might have done it before, by accident or at least broken someone's spine.

"Nngh-!"

Sabito groaned when those long fangs broke into the tender flesh of his shoulder though it was nowhere near as deep nor harsh as it could have been.

He cursed the demon for playing with him like this, his own teeth bearing down harder in spite. His heart was drumming faster against the bird's chest, an evident sign of his growing desperation to get away- to breathe. He arched away from the talons on his back but that only resulted in pressing further into the strangling embrace.

Eventually Sabito released the spot he so viciously chomped, blood spilling from his mouth in a useless gasp for air. In a second the wound he inflicted closed up, leaving nothing but a bloody stain- Sabito wasn't so lucky as ruby seeped through his white haori.

Fighting would do him no good, that much was made obvious. His lungs were empty, his ribs were on the cusp of breaking- He couldn't let this go any further so he did the one thing he could do. His eyes shut and his whole body fell limp, his head dropping against the demon. He could only hope this would cause the bird to lose intrest and drop him.

[floridazcrazy]

Last night I had this this big brained thought of the 2019 rookies as sorority girls lol. Like do y'all think George would be one of the basement girls during rush

[bigfootsmom]

Slow dancing for the soft prompts?

“C’mon, up you get.”

Eddie’s voice cuts through the gentle hiss of rain against the windows and the soft staticky music leaking from the small radio perched next to the fridge. 

Buck lifts his head from where it had been resting on his folded arms, blearily searching the now dark kitchen for his husband. He can feel the beginnings of a headache pounding in his temples and his mouth feels like he swallowed sand. 

“Wha– what time is it?” Buck asks, throat clicking as he tries to rewet his mouth. 

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Buck twists in his kitchen chair to look at the clock hanging on the wall. It takes him a moment to read the small numbers, but when he does finally manage it he’s surprised to see how late it is. He had planned to already have dinner ready, but the remnants of half completed prep is strewn around the countertops. Halfway through preparing the food, Buck had to sit down at the kitchen table — the ache in his leg becoming too persistent to ignore.  

“It’s time for you to go to bed,” Eddie hums, smoothing a warm palm across Buck's shoulders. Buck leans into the contact, shifting toward Eddie’s warmth like a sunflower seeking the sun. 

“Mm— not tired,” Buck mumbles, tilting his head up for a kiss. 

Eddie complies with the request, easily planting one against Buck’s lips before asking, “oh really? Why were you sleeping on the table then?” 

Buck sags, knee and hip twinging as if to remind him why. “I was just resting.” 

Calloused fingers card through his probably wildly unkempt curls, and Buck finds him sinking more and more against the solid warmth of Eddie pressed against him. Just when he thinks he could actually nod off like this, Eddie breaks the silence. 

“Is your leg bothering you?” 

Biting his lip, Buck sighs as he spins his wedding band around his finger. The warm metal glints in the lowlight of the hall light filtering into the kitchen. There are more days than not that his leg ends up bothering him. But that’s to be expected when he had fallen through the floor of a burning warehouse and landed on his previously crushed leg. Today is just particularly bad. 

Buck had known it was coming, had woken up with the telltale stiffness in his joints. But he had ignored it, not bothering to do any of the stretches his PT had taught him, hoping to muscle through like he used to be able to do. He knows that was stupid of him. There’s a small curl of embarrassment settling in his belly, and he debates not telling Eddie. He doesn’t even have a good reason he can provide for why he didn’t do anything. Not one he can articulate at least. 

In the end, he decides he doesn’t like lying to Eddie, even by omission. “Yeah, it is.” 

“Did you do your stretches?” 

Buck’s silence is answer enough and Eddie nods to himself. “Okay, c’mere.” 

Eddie gets a big hand wrapped around Buck’s bicep and helps him stand from the kitchen chair. Buck goes willingly, letting Eddie pull him up and into his arms. 

At first, he thinks they’re just embracing, and he’s not complaining about it, soaking up all the heat radiating off of his husband. Then Eddie starts rearranging Buck’s arms, getting them loosely looped around his neck before Eddie’s palms slide to Buck’s waist, holding him gently. 

The music coming from the radio is low, too low for Buck to identify the song that’s playing. But he can hear enough to realize that Eddie is moving them in a slow shuffling rhythm around the kitchen that matches the staticky rhythm humming through tinny speakers. 

“Babe, what are you doing?” 

“Dancing— we’re dancing,” Eddie replies, swaying their bodies together as they rock side to side. 

Buck shoots Eddie an incredulous look, but he just leans forward and kisses it off Buck’s face. “We can do your stretches instead, if you would like?” 

With a laugh, Buck shakes his head fondly. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but continues to follow Eddie’s lead, letting himself be slowly spun around the kitchen. 

It helps. The ache doesn’t leave him entirely, but the stiffness slowly bleeds from his joints — the slow gentle movements of their “dancing” and the warmth of Eddie helping to ease the persistent discomfort. 

Gradually, Buck finds himself relaxing, allowing more of his weight to settle on his husband. Eddie accepts it gracefully, a pillar of strength against Buck. 

“There you go, baby,” Eddie murmurs, pressing a kiss to Buck’s temple. 

Tucking his head into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, Buck sighs out, “thank you.” 

“Always,” Eddie says as if it’s just that easy. 

Maybe it is. 

send me a soft prompt and I'll write a little something!

[jeanmoreaue]

Thanks for all the rankings❣️

Now rank the foxes by how close they are to Kevin😈

tyty for sending them in i feel like i should start doing the youtube S tier chart bc it might be more visually appealing lmaoo but okay i hope the Andrew placement isn’t controversial here, ik they’ve known each other for longer and trust each other a lot. howeverr Neil and Kevin are just two peas in a pod. cut from the same cloth. (but there’s also parts to Kevin that Neil doesn’t fully understand obviously) anyway:

1. Wymack (i’m including him bc it’s true)

2. Neil

3. Andrew

4. Abby

5. Aaron

6. Nicky

7. Matt

8. Dan

9. Allison

10. Renee

[gainercrimsonartblog]

Which of your OCs wants pampering?

Off the top of my head, the OCs that would want to be pampered are Nekuma, Myriam, Frederick, Richie, Kaida, Gloria, and Marx.

[palmetto-state-foxies]

And another thing. The foxes go line dancing. Send that tweet too.

[thehighlordofspring]

May I request 22 for Tamcien?

In a Rush of Adrenaline (Send me a 💋 prompt) (ft. Tamcien)

Tamlin didn’t mean to do it, but sometimes his day long exploits into the wild became week long excursions. He found solace in the woods and being separated from the rest of the population for a while relieved some of the burden which he carried from being their High Lord. Often, he left on these journeys on a whim.

He took with him nothing but the clothes on his back and the knives in his belt. He could hunt for food, find a cave for shelter, and trade with other travelers for anything else he needed. If the worst came to the worst, he could use his conjuration magic to create small things. Amarantha hadn’t taken this power from him. She didn’t know it existed.

Tamlin rarely left a note at the manor, or even word of mouth. Why should he? He nearly always planned to be back by the following morning.

His latest retreat into solitude led him far into the wilderness of Spring on paths that only he knew. Seven days passed before he sat up lazily in a cave by a creek, transforming himself from a house cat and back to a High Fae. A nap in the sun had been lovely. The pack of wild felines around were nonchalant over his presence.

Suddenly, he wondered what day it was — time passed by slowly to fae unless they kept careful track.

Three days — at most. He grumbled under his breath. It was going to take the rest of this one to get back to the manor. Lucien was going to be pissed off. The last time he’d disappeared for forty-eight hours without telling the fox, Lucien hadn’t spoken to him for an entire nine days afterwards. Sulking was Tamlin’s thing. What was with that? Tamlin shrugged and continued following his own footsteps home.

It was dusk by the time he reached the manicured grounds of spring court. He snapped his fingers, using his magic to run a brush through his hair and change into clean clothes. He may hate the formality, but it wasn’t right to return to court looking like a wild man.

He spied Lucien pacing the checkered tile from the corner of his eye. He did not look happy. Tamlin rolled his eyes. It appeared someone else had taken up the job of relentlessly pacing while he was gone. Although he could have easily walked up, the High Lord found some mischief in winnowing to Lucien’s back. When the redhead turned around — he stopped short.

Anger flitted through his familiar eyes. His lips were forced into a stubborn line. His pointy ears pointed backwards.

Tamlin sighed. I’m either about to get punched or hugged. I’d rather take the punch.

“You. Bastard.” Lucien jabbed his finger into Tamlin’s chest. “Six days? Are you insane?”

Six days? Tamlin swallowed. Oof —

He was about to mumble an apology when Lucien’s long arms swallowed him in the tightest hug that he’d ever gotten.

Tamlin froze, but the realization came over him slowly. He thought I was dead. He cares that I’m not.

He slowly lifted his arms and returned the hug. He would never be fond of them; but he owed one this time. If Lucien had disappeared for six days straight, Tamlin had no idea what he’d do, but he wouldn’t have stayed calm.

“Sorry…” Tamlin muttered. He wasn’t good at words, but the way he looked at the ground when Lucien released him was proof enough that he understood what he’d done.

Lucien placed his hand on Tamlin’s shoulder and looked firmly into his eyes. “If you ever do that again, I am going to use that time to paint this entire manor in foxes and the words ‘Lucien rules, Tamlin sucks.’ You got it?”

Tamlin’s eyes brightened and genuine laughter peeled from his lungs. He bent over, genuinely tickled. Lucien was one of the only ones who could make him truly laugh. “You’ll be scrubbing it off when I get back!”

“Your manor, your scrubbing!” Lucien shot back.

Tamlin growled and punched the redhead in his shoulder sort-of gently.

Lucien rubbed his shoulder and wrapped his arm around Tamlin’s neck, giving him a tighter-than-necessary squeeze.

They sat on the giant steps watching the sunrise, until Lucien finally spoke again. “Hey, Tam?”

Tamlin looked up.

“I’m really glad you’re home.” Lucien pressed a kiss to his temple and rested his head on his muscular shoulder.

Tamlin sighed quietly. “Me too.”

[seancamerons]

Big Wolf On Campus was such a great show! :D

Oh my Gosh, you watched it? People i know look at me like i have 5 heads when i bring up things i used to watch.

I think I used to watch a lot of the shows airing on that channel back in the day.

The kind of annoying show Angela Anaconda I believe was on that one, and like strange days at blake holesey high? which i think was canadian (rumored to have daniel clarks brother in it) and I saw a familiar face from one of those RFR or degrassi era crossover kinda kids on (or from lifetime movies), also a music driven talent kind of show with fergie's band wild orchid (? for clarity) which was pre-black eyed peas on most saturday mornings. i recall that show being ultra corny tbh, cringier than star search from the 90s, and lastly i remember some show about s club (a band at the time) where they'd sing and have random adventures in miami, florida for some reason and they're like European with thick euro accents but high energy singing and such, i loved them and was obsessed naturally, and still bop to them if they come on spotify.

At night like on my dinky vhs tapes, i would tune in or record movies like Casper meets Wendy (with a young Hilary Duff) or whatever they had on, during their October blocks of Halloweenish shows and films which they still do when they changed over to ABC family & now more recently Freeform.

Aw so nostalgic right now, such good times in the late 90's and early 2000's. Thanks for messaging me, I don't feel so alone in remembering that show.💌😊

[scoups4lyfe]

Keiwa's actor and Michinaga's actor are such good dancers I hope their character songs have dance mvs

I’m waiting to listen to the character songs but

S A M E

[foxedthecards]

If someone were to invite you to a party, would you enjoy it?What would you do during?

" Mmm, I probably would, " Jonas says thoughtfully. " Who wouldn't? I mean I enjoy dressing up nice, mingling and getting free drinks. Also it would depend on what's going on with the party, to be honest. I'm pretty low key when it comes to these things so I tend to just go with the flow. Maybe put out a few feelers for possible job opportunities, chat people up, show a few dumb card tricks if anybody asked me and hang out at the bar. Don't ask me to dance though. " He looks a little embarrassed. " I don't know shit from dancing. Although...although I've had people swear to me that they've danced with me at parties and I did great. I sure as hell don't remember. Maybe I have to be really drunk to dance. "

[s0dium]

THAT'S A RED FLAG BABY

JJK MEN AND RED FLAGS

A/n: Yessirrrr MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis: Jujutsu men and their red flag in a relationship or generally and how it shows through when they fuck

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Yuuta Okkatsu, Sukuna Ryomen, Choso

Warnings: Emotional abuse, narcissism, controlling behavior, dub-con, semi-public sex, spitting, fingering, rough sex, male masturbation, degrading, praise, teasing

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Gojo Satoru- Narcissist  

Since he was a kid, Gojo has been praised and called many things

The honored one, the strongest, gifted and so on

But what people don't see is behind those beautiful sapphire eyes, is a goddamn narcissist through and through

He thinks, no he knows that he is the best, best at everything

This includes what goes on in bed.

And its not only that, the white-haired fox only cares about himself too in the sheets, abusing his unnatural stamina and using you like a cock sleeve for his own taste

At least he can be nice about it sometimes

Gojo is relentless. Its almost like your his personal cock sleeve, his dick shaping your insides and abusing your cervix despite your choked sobs and whines for him to stop, to simply slow down. He holds the back of your head with his hand, allowing you to look down at the way you two are connected; how he retracts his hips until his tip barely pokes out, admiring the slick coating his shaft before slamming back into you again.

"Ahhh~ P-please Satoru please...."

Gojo rolls his eyes and scoffs. Why were the people that surrounded him always so weak? Even you. It's a good thing you feel like heaven he could almost forgive you.

Tears stream down your face. Every time the tip of his dick rams against your cervix a powerful feeling mixed with pain and pleasure that surges through your body making you tremble and shake. You're losing your mind. Everything is so good, and, God, you can't ignore how handsome Gojo looks right now. His white hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the muscles of his toned abdomen are flexing and unflexing. He is gorgeous, and, boy, he knows it. Even the way your pussy squeezes and spasms around his dick sends more bolts of electric pleasure to dance through your skim.

"Shhhh, just take it 'kay? You're doing so good for me baby." Gojo coos.

Geto Suguru -Controlling

It starts off small, a comment here and there on your choice of friends, a small criticism on where you were going to spend the evening because wouldn't you have much more fun spending it with him?

Then he's starting to pick out outfits for you. Modest but pretty ones for outside but short skimpy clothes for when you're only with him. It even gets to the point where he is controlling your finances, making you only use his credit card, and its not about the money, you can use as much as you want for all he cares. It's about the control, you being helplessly reliant on him.

And Geto has such an easy time getting away with his controlling tendencies, showering you in praises and sweet nothings about how he just wants to protect you. And the way his violet eyes gleam at you, you almost always believe him.

Don't for a second think that he's insecure because it's far from it. The raven-haired man just wants to have you all to himself, he just wants to protect you from the cruel cruel world out there.

"Didn't I tell you to ask me first if you are going to wear an outfit like that?" Geto whispers in your ear but you can barely focus on his words. The curl of his fingers inside you is just too numbing; the way it hits, prods, and massages a spot deep inside your walls that you can only dream about reaching on your own. Geto's fingers are so thick too, almost filling you up as deliciously as his dick does. Almost. "Mmm- I- I, I didn't-" You gasp for air and try to bury your face into your hands. He currently has you against a wall of some bathroom stall but that fact seemed all but lost to you right now. The pleasure was building in your core and fast. Your legs were starting to shake and a numbing electric feeling had taken course throughout your body. You didn't have to open your eyes to know that Geto was smirking.

Suddenly, Goto curls his fingers in a way that deeply presses your g-spot and the dam of pleasure that had built inside you breaks. Your jaw goes slack and your whole body trembles with electricity.

"Didn't expect for you to crack so easily" he chuckles against your ear, and you collapse into his chest. Yuta Okkatsu- Too obsessed

You would think this is a good thing right? You could never love someone too much, but it was different with Yuuta

Sure you had a crush on him, sure you touched yourself to him plenty of times (which Yuuta knew of very well) so the feelings weren't all that unreciprocated

But theres a line, there's a line that Yuta always seems to cross

From taking pictures of you to texting you constantly, christ you even found your panties in his drawer, yuta love was overwhelming.

Yuuta knows that he should wake you up, but he cant bring himself too right now. You just look so beautiful, so perfect under the soft glow of the night sky. Also, he just feels so good right now, Yuuta can barely think so much as speak. "Mmmm-mmm" he whimpers against the pillow, slowly grinding his clothed erection against your bare leg. How would you react if you knew your boyfriend was humping you while you sleep? Would you push him away? No no you're too kind for that, you would probably help him, probably pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings until he finished. Yes, if he knew for a fact that you'd help him when you wake up, what's stopping you from helping you now? Careful not to wake you up, he picks up your hand. It's so small compared to his but wraps so well around his throbbing member. He glides your thumb across his red tip to collect the precum before slowly sliding your hand up and down. The pleasure is immediate. It makes him bury his face into your neck to to press sloppy, wet, hot, and bitten kisses along your skin.

Sukuna Ryomen- Sadist

Where to start with Sukuna. Sukuna is the red flag.

Actually, even that is a complete understatement. Sukuna is straight-up cruel, rather he is a sadist through and through.

Manipulation, degrading, humiliation....although he wouldn't physically abuse you, with emotional abuse he won't hesitate.

You expect compassion, sympathy, and kindness from him? Fat chance. It is hard to see Sukuna being in any relationship at all.

Sukuna certainly doesn't love you, but he sure does love the sex though

Like any good sadist, his sexual pleasure derives from your physical or emotional suffering.

"Aw look at you, fucked you dumb did I?" Sukuna chuckles. A tattooed hand snakes between to your cunt, lightly rubbing your clit before delivering a sharp slap to the nerve.

Your eyes widen and your hips instantly buck up, unintentionally sending his dick deeper into you. The position he has you in is brutal. Both of your legs are thrown over Sukuna's shoulders and pressed against your chest, effectively folding you in half. "Open ya mouth" He orders, but you are too lost in the pleasure that is blooming in your stomach, the pleasure that is making your cunt flutter and squeeze desperately around his fat cock. "I said open." Sukuna delivers a particularly harsh thrust before stilling inside you; keeping the tip of his dick smushed against your cervix. The sudden movement snaps you out of your haze and you obediently widen your mouth letting your tongue hang out. Sukuna lets a glob of spit fall from his lips onto your awaiting tongue. You don't need to be told to swallow, you do so on habit, giving him a soft smile as you do so.

"Fuck, ya so perfect, such a good girl."

Choso- Jealous 

Choso is the type of man who keeps to himself. The type of man to blend in a group or fade into the background.

But that doesn't mean he notices things. In fact, he notices things a bit too well.

Was that your coworker who touched your shoulder? You say that he is just a friend but who should a friend be able to touch you so easily?

He won't hesitate to bring up what he notices either, he says he's not accusing you of anything, that he trusts you, but he totally is.

He hates it when people get to close to his brothers so it posits that he loathes it when it comes to his lover.

How did you get here? How did an argument turn into this?

You want to scream, you want to thrash and tell Choso that he's got it all wrong, that you didn't mean to see your guy friend when you went out to have lunch. It was just a harmless bump-in that turned into a long conversation. Thats it. But the feeling of Choso's dick filling you up, his harsh thrusts and the fucking delicious friction of the drag, Jesus, it's just- it's just so good your mind that your mind is a white sheet.

You are on all fours but you don't know how much longer you can keep the position up. Not with the way he's ramming your pussy from behind.

“You are mine," he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal is brutal. "Mine," he swears, and he pulls you up so your back is pressed against him and you are upright. Choso doesn’t slow his movement though, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing up and down from the harshness of it all.

“You wanna cum? Good, cum."

[withinstarrynightskies]

Tsugoku?

The statement causes Genya to pause.

His Tsugoku broke their arm?

Was he the guy from final selection-

OH!

At the memory, the demon slayer’s face twists into a snarl, veins starting to pop along their neck.

“Why the hell are you sounding so proud about that?!” They start to yell, “Your Tsugoku-!”

And, as if the entire conversation didn’t matter, the ‘Pillar’ maneuvers out of Genya’s hold, leaving them bewildered and puzzled- but soon, the usual anger takes hold of them, the disrespect unbelievable.

“Hey-!” They bark, catching up to the masked guy. “Don’t just walk away-!”

[interaction from @givemeyourbonesandorgans ]

With a quick blink, Genya suddenly turns around to look at Sabito, a scowl(unsurprisingly) adorning the gun wielder’s face.

“Fuck are you?” They ask, glaring at the mask-adorned person.

This person, came barreling out of the shrubbery and across his path yet threw questions at him as if he were the one out of place?

Well, Sabito often forgot how terrifying he looked, so used to wearing his mask he felt it were his own face. Those piercing eyes that could snatch souls turned up to the towering figure before him, his voice stark and smooth with sarcasm.

"Do you not recognize a fellow demon slayer when you see one?"

Apparently not.

His eyes- his real ones, looked Genya over. Tall, bad temper, a big scar and intense expression- he must be-

"Shinazugawa's sibling, right?"

There was no mistaking it.

"Your brother and I don't get along. I hope you're more rational than he is."

His words had edge to them now, warning the lesser slayer not to cross him.

"I'm the other water Hashira. That's all you need to know. Now get out of my way, I have a job to do."

He stepped past the hulking figure, shoulder brushing Genya's arm.

[cryptidapprentice]

i really do wonder what babymetal's workout routine looks like 🤔

[sandeewithtwoe]

Error’s tier list

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

Ink belongs to comyet/myebi

(Rest of the credit below the cut +transcript)

Classic - Toby Fox

Fell - Underfell

Outer - 2mi27

Killer - rahafwabas

Bird - Greyscales (ao3)

Abyss - metakazkzk

Alter - friisans

Bill - hwamyong

Color - superyoumna

Cross - jakei95

Dream - Jokublog

Dance - dancetale

Dust - ask-dusttale

Insanity - u-t-f

Epic - yugogeer012

404 - vibeless15

Fatal - xedramon

Fresh - loverofpiggies

Geno - loverofpiggies

Hard - CedDrawsNear (YouTube)

Horror - sour-apple-studios (deviantart)

Lust - NSFWShameCave

Mafia - mafiatalevn

Nightmare -Jokublog

Passive - Jokublog

Reaper - renrink

Saness - Sr Pelo (YouTube)

Sanstrocity - help-tale

Trainer - friisans

Crossbones - tsunderswapofficial

Tone - shirokappa

Delta - animated Zorox (YouTube)

Wiki - Paintedhen

Transcript:

Ink: Heyyyy, Error! Whatchu doing?

Error: Making a tier list of every Sans I know

Ink: Oh! Can I see?

Ink: Woah…

Ink: Wait a sec…

Ink: Why is Killer in F tier?

Error: The Classic Sans that doesn’t even act like a Classic Sans? Do you take me for a joke?

Ink: But… He’s like a sad wet cat! I thought you like characters like that

Error: … I think you’re mistaking me for Nightmare

[ofglories]

" how on earth did you get pasta sauce on the ceiling? " (from Kijin to one of your XIV muses, whoever you think it fits more! Surprise me!!)

|| cooking prompts ; accepting!

"You know I'm not quite sure myself."

Melian hummed thoughtfully, ears twitching as he looked up at said splash of sauce. It wasn't as if the Miqo'te was a bad cook but...maybe he had simply been overeager in his stirring? That was possible since he'd been distracted thinking of how funny Medraut was being lately. Was it his fault if it was hilarious to watch his leader constantly get caught off guard by Bedivere's oh-so-accepting personality? Or how Medraut somehow missed the very obvious flirtations said Elezen kept directing towards him?

No. No it was not his fault at all.

Of course that led to incidents like stirring the sauce for a new recipe he had...purchased from a Lominsan cook a little too hard. And making it somehow splash upwards high enough to reach the ceiling. Unfortunate, really.

Ah well.

Shaking his head the mercenary turned a grin up towards X'kijin with a swish of his tail.

"Volunteering to clean it for me? Or will I have to go find a ladder? Either way, you're now my taste-tester so no escaping!"