forum PRIVATE RP WITH SLY GUY CAUSE THEY ARE NEET!

Started November 10, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Hm. I do more fantasy and such." He shrugs. "So boring. Bourban and books,okay Boomer. Like c'mon. You've gotta be deeper than that. Your a demon after all." He took another bite."Your a foodie,why do you enjoy it so much?"

"Hmmm. I think it has something to do with the fact that I don't actually have to. That and it's astounding that there's so many different flavors: sweet, sour, savory, spicy. Plus you can combine them!"

"Do you cook?" He asks, his free hand reaching over and slipping into yours,smiling softly. A gentle smile.

"I can. George, that stupid old man, had me cook some chicken piccata for someone that I killed; I had to poison it because I couldn't out right beat the person to death," William responds, taking Evan's hand in his own. He raises an eyebrow, amused by the human's action.

His gentle smile seemed to downturn a bit. "Ever cooked just for fun? I like baking myself…" He said as he ate, making it seem natural. "Your hands are warm but rough. A workers hands. I admire that." His were smaller than yours and soft and delicate.

"I have baked brownies for myself. I like incorporating mint oreos when I do that!" William answers. "They're rough from holding and using knives and things."

The waitress walks back over, and asks them if they'd like dessert.

"Chocolate souffle?"

"A piece of 4 berry pie please,heavy whipped cream." He smiled politely as she walked away. "See. That was being polite." She had taken their empty plates with her,and so his other hand folded into your hands. "So big to…knives and things. Sounds kinky but we'll get into that…some other time."

"I mostly use said knives for stabbing, slicing and killing," he responds, a dark look coming to his eyes. William turns to the man playing the piano, casting a dark look in his direction. "That's the third time he's played this song since I've been here. I just might have to cut his fingers off!"

Evan stood up and without a word walked over, whispering into the man's ear. When given a confused look Evan sat down next to the man and played a little bit of it,looking at him. The other guy perked up and began to play it enthusiastically,as Evan told him a few other similar tunes to play. He then sat back down. "No cutting off fingers." He demanded in a teasing tone while wiggling his finger at you.

“Wave your fucking finger in my face like that again, and you’ll lose it," William threatens, glaring darkly at Evan.

He rolled his eyes and waved it even closer. "I have no fear,keep this in mind." He smiled as their desserts were set down. "Thank you miss." He then dove into the pie with a happy satisfied look on his face.

William swiftly latches onto Evan's wrist, and lays his hand on the table. He places the blade of a knife at the base of the second to last knuckle, and glares coldly at his date.

He gasped and looked at you. "Breath. Uptight much? Don't make me get a waiter over here, don't want to cause a scene. Now let me eat." He said evenly,calmly, and smoothly.

"I warned you," William states, eventually letting go, and digs into his souffle with zeal.

He shrugs. "Just a way to get under your skin. Good to know. So, tell me about yourself a little bit if you don't mind."

William grins wickedly as an idea comes to mind.
"Let's make things interesting. You ask me whatever you want, I have to answer as honestly as possible, and in turn you do the same with me. Deal?"

"Fine. You ask first though." He shot back hottily, with a smirk on his face.

"Wanna make the deal official?"

"What with a handsome devil such as yourself? Well of course." He put one hand on the table and held his hand out. "No crossed fingers or loop holes."

William quickly eyes Evan's out stretched hand before looking up at him.
"That isn't how Faustian deals are sealed, Evan," William starts, standing up to lean across the table, something glowing in his eyes. "They're sealed with a kiss!"

"O-Ohhhh….Uhhhhhhhhhh…." His cool calm and collected, but also bubbly and sassy nature withered away in an instant, as he looked down at the table, blushing all the way up to his ears as his blue eyes got big and wide as they meekishly looked up at him, unsure now how to respond. He had actually gotten so worked up he had gone mute, and now couldn't respond out of fear of voice cracks.

William notices and senses the change in demeanor, backs off a bit, and settles back down into his seat.
"Well, seems I've made you uncomfortable," he says while straightening his tie. "Ok, no selling of the soul then." For now at least.

"Can't we just trust eachothers words?" He asked meekishly as slowly the color in his cheeks began to soften, and he took another bite of food. "Wait- so you're an actual demon? God damn it Evelyn…" He sighed and shook his head. "At leas you're a hot demon." He shrugs. "Anyways, I still would like to get to know you….and could you not take my soul…please? I like it. I need it or else I'd probably lose a lot of my personality…"

"What gave that away? Was it the eyes? It was the eyes, wasn't it…. I know I am!" William devours the souffle, enjoying the warm, rich chocolate taste. "Ok, I guess…. How old are you?"