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MUSIC $ Drown me in my sins RP $ You're messing with a God VISAGE $ I'll murder you in treasures MUSING $ I got some issues you don't wanna know MEME $ I'll never give you what you're looking for KEEPSAKE $ Holding the match to the fire QUEUE $ I'll give you 5 seconds to grab for your gun ASKS $ Ready to meet your downfall? INTERESTS $ I don't call it greed it's just me CRACK $ Mine mine mine mine mine! NSFW $ Always wanna get right down to business IC CHATTER $ I win a lot gotta win one more DRABBLE $ The less you know the better IC STATUS $ Love me hate me you the one who chase me PROMO $ No I don't have a script for this SELF PROMO $ It's the first brush stroke of a self portrait RAMBLES $ Cause I'm restless I'm restless I'm restless DOODLES $ Haven't shown my heart since yesterday
"Of course you do..." The angel responds with a soft smile, kneeling down to gently pluck Kerosene in his arms, "Just by being yourself, you make me so proud."
@ofgain
"You make ME proud..." Charity
"Charity!" Kerosene cried out. She smiled wide and leaped towards the angel. "Really? I do?!"
They’re staring… BIG staring..
Mammon leans over, clawed finger playfully stroking Haven just under their chin, "Staring is rude you know." Clearly he's teasing as he didn't mind being stared at. Not by Haven at least.
$$ @sinren
"A pool party?" Mammon is intrigued. It was getting rather hot as of late as the Earth's seasons were shifting towards warmer temperatures and while Hell's climate wasn't exactly the same as Earth's, it tended to mimic the seasons in a sense.
A small chuckle escapes his lips as the tall Sin leans over to hover over Eve. "A pool party does sound rather fun," Perhaps he can make some sales whenever he's not otherwise occupied with Eve, "I think seeing you in a swimsuit would be the best part of all this."
Eve coughed for a moment as she tried to hide the redness creeping up her face currently. she wasn't expecting him to say something like that. but it honestly did make her chuckle , despite her flustered state
"Oh my look at you @ofgain , flirting with little old me. maybe we should have a pool party. it will give you a reason to be shirtless after all. and I could let you put sunscreen on my back---though I am not sure if you can really get burnt by the...sun??moon?? whatever they call it in Hell. "
Oh yaaaaaaay! One of his favorite people is finally giving him attention. As soon as his face is cupped, Ollie drops down on his knees so he can be closer to Neri's height and she'll have better access to touch him. He begins to purr as he presses his face against her hands, clearly happy to see her.
"I'm alright," He answers with a chirp, one optic glancing in her direction, "I've just missed you..."
ofgain asked: "Neeeeeri." Ollie whines at Neri for attention.
"Hey, you!"
Neri smiled brightly at seeing him, considering it had been some time. Reaching up, she cupped his face between her hands.
"How have you been??"
That causes Mammon's tail to twitch some. "Yeah, last week... And how many times do we have sex? Probably too many times to count. Most often than not though, I'm the one fucking you." His tail lifts up some enough to lightly smack Ozzie on his rear-end.
"You're such a fucking brat... You do know you're just proving my point with this little hissy fit of yours?" He moves to pluck the cigar from his teeth, brushing the end of it with his pinkie.
❝ Um, excuse me, didn't I rail you last week? And got you broke down begging for me to fuck you. That's hardly submissive on my part, let alone an easy feat. I'm likely more dominative with you than anyone else. ❞ He knew he should have asked Fizz this over Mammon. Fucking smug asshole...
❝ ...Okay then, name me one time I was ever full on submissive, Mam? Or several. I don't care. ❞
Was his Sin already rubbing off on her? If so, that was rather quick. Speaking of teeth, his are currently on full display as his mouth spreads into a grin. Usually he wouldn't just let anyone touch him, not without his permission anyways but she rather a rather interesting lady and he couldn't help being drawn to her; keen to find out all that he could about her.
Outstretching a black colored hand, clawed fingers gently grip Kiiva's hand and draws it up towards his lips to bestow a small kiss to it. His second pair of arm slithers out into view, one hand grabbing her forearm while the other takes her free hand.
"Luckily for you, I have quite a number of hands to spare and for you to hold."
"What can I say , a being like you is quiet eye catching in my opinion. you and I both have glowing eyes. impeccable teeth-- and we are both classy beings ... at least you look classy."
Kiiva is offering her hand to Mammon right now, she wants to hold his hands.. not just one now.. but both now... she wanted to be greedy.
"So you call me that... Because I jingle," Mammon seems to be disappointed by that answer, "Out of all the nicknames you could have came up with, you choose that one? It's not very... creative." Of course he's not overly fond of nicknames to begin with but it seems everyone at some point as given him one despite his distaste for them. There were many and quite a plethora of them yet this one was teeming at the bottom of the barrel.
Mammon barely budges as he poked, merely lifting an eyebrow at the gesture, "I thought you were more imaginative than that."
The urge to point at the jingly footsies and go what are thoooooose is almost worth a possible kick in the face.
“It’s cause ya jingle when you walk you silly goose~ a jingle head is someone who jingles~ if only I had a mirror, I’d show it to ya, and give ya the ‘that’s you’ treatment.”
A yellow finger pokes into belly. “ Jingle jingle, do you squeak if poked too hard?”
"And? So what if I do? It helps to keep a record of all the stupid shit that you do." He's almost tempted to pull out a few sheets of paper and pretend that he has a list, but just as he goes to laugh, he starts to cough. Mammon waves a hand in front of his face and clears his throat, "Also stop pretending you care about my health or sanity at that. If that was the case, you wouldn't annoy me as much as you do."
"Wait, do you seriously have a list of every little thing I do that annoys you, Mam? I mean, I guess I respect the commitment of keeping track of that but I fear for your sanity to have you read down all of it."
Mammon reaches up to grab those two annoying feathers sticking out of Ozzie's damn head and gives them a good yank. "I'll fucking show you whose babygirl you fucking stupid pigeon!"
"Babygirl's invited me to the gun show it seems."
"Well yes, when I rail someone it's going to hurt."
Mammon is regretting this. Somewhat. He can't help rolling his eyes though, "I'll think I'll be more than fine, thank you very much. Any other idiotic things you want to say or should I get down on my knees?" Crosses his arms.
$ @infxnatum
The outstretched hand is given a rather distasteful glare. Leave it to Ozzie to make this insufferable to the last second. If he wanted to he could simply not shake his hand and walk away from this, but Mammon isn't one to back away from a challenge nor a deal. Black-colored arm reaches out towards theirs and grasps their hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
Just as pink and blue smoke had began to form when Ozzie struck the deal, Mammon's own green and gold smoke joins in with the mixture of colors, sealing their deal.
"For your information... I rarely spit to begin with." He utters with a sharp-tooth smirk.
"Not yet, because it's not an official deal, right?" Ozzie holds out his large hand, pink and blue smoke curling around it. "An exchange of giving each other some delightful head....with swallowing~" He wanted the most out of this deal, both ways.
As soon as he's referred to 'babygirl' once more, Mammon retracts his hand and growls, "I didn't agree to being called that." He didn't exactly disagree with being called that either but why is Ozzie so hellbent on calling him that stupid nickname?
The Sin pulls away from Ozzie's touch, teeth barely missing as they snap at him in a threatening display. "If you're going to keep calling me that then you're going to have to force me to suck you off. You know how to be rough don't you?"
A small huff, "Put me down on my knees like a proper babygirl."
As soon as their hands made contact, and their smoke intermixed. Ozzie knew the deal was done. Beak curled into a smarmy grin as he looked down at the slightly shorter sin. Breaking the grip, he raised the same hand to rest on Mammon's cheek.
"Good to know...now's the part where you get on your knees, babygirl." The sin of Greed should have added some extra conditions to their deal. Now he couldn't back out.
"Don't you have someone else to annoy then if that's the case? You got like 5 other sins to fucking bother than just me." Mammon takes a step to the side, creating some space between the two of them; his tail beginning to lightly twitch behind him.
"What's your fucking fascination with me anyways? I'm used to you bothering me now and then, but you've been doing it more frequently as of late..."
"That's because my ring is very efficient and runs itself for the most part. Leaving me to do what pleases me... which is annoying you right now."
"That's because they're too busy kissing your ass." The Sin sticks his tongue out some in a childish display before allowing the rather long black forked appendage slide back into his mouth.
"So we were never close before and now all of a sudden you... want to be?" He lets out a chuckle as he crosses his arms, "Oh that's not suspicious at all. Nope."
"What's the real reason you're bothering me, Ozzie?"
"Because I don't get these wonderful reactions from any of the others. They don't really get annoyed like you do." There was also a bit of spite in regards to Fizz involved.
"Perhaps it's because we were never really close, and I'm interested in being around you. I just can't help being a pest in your presence."
Mammon's features soften some if only by a fraction. Ozzie... enjoys his company? He finds that hard to believe. The others usually avoid him and for good reason. The fact someone can actually tolerate being around him is something his mind can't seem to fathom.
"You're not just saying all this just to get something from me, are you? Whatever it is, I'm not giving it to you. Not for free anyways..." The tension in his shoulders lessens, demeanor a little more relaxed than prior. He still seems to be on guard somewhat, just in case.
"Or sleeping...or just ignoring me." Only Bee and Lucifer had positive relationships with him, the rest were pretty neutral. Satan had a positive lean of sorts.
The desire to grab that tongue and just yank it was high. "We come from the same place. We've been around for the same amount of time...and yet we barely know each other."
"I enjoy your company, in some way~"
Unable to think of a clever distraction, would jump up to slip the tongue into his mouth and secure his lips around the large tongue!
Striker you are so lucky Mammon is used to your silly antics by now. He barely lets out a chuckle before the imp is springing upon him, greedily taking his tongue into that hungry little mouth of his. Black forked tongue slithers about with glee between their teeth, slipping down his throat with ease. Drool trails down his chin as his fingers curl around the cowboy's form, pulling him away and giving him a slight squeeze.
"Why are you like this?" Questions the Sin, his free hand moving to wipe at his mouth.
$ @strikers-saloon
