forum Where angels fall. (Open!)

Started February 27, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Chrisy laughs delightedly.

"Oh, I'll have a lot of fun with you." she says.

He clears his throat. “I see that-“ he hums, “Well all jokes aside- anywhere you’d like to go?”

"All jokes aside, I'd love a noice place to stay. Say, why don't you bring to your place? I'm sure we'll be able to work something out." she grins.

He makes a face, “Um- well as I said earlier, it isn’t quite tidy- the place is a mess.”

"Oh don't worry. I'm used to things being messy." she laughs. The way she said it implied much more than messy houses.

He raises an eyebrow, then chuckles. “Alright then.” He offers his grabby limb.

Chrisy grins playfully, ignoring the proferred grabby limb and slipping right up in front of Kreo, wrapping her grabby limbs around his waist and hips instead.

He tenses, “Um- uh-“ he stutters for a moment, then clears his throat and teleports them to a very messy looking living human containment unit. Paper and art supplies were thrown around everywhere, paint on the walls and oil pastels on top of the tv. “Sorry about the mess-“

Chrisy chuckles at how flustered Kreo got.

She slowly lets go and looks around the human containment unit, whistling softly.

"Hmmm. . . I can't just live here for free, so I'll do some cleaning. Only if I get some form of. . . reward." she smirks, looking back at the man and putting a special emphasis on reward.

He shakes his head. “I’d advise you to not look at anything. Just keep it as it is. Thank you for the offer though.”

Chrisy sighs.

"Oh well. Not like anything here could hurt me - I'm a demon. We don't really succumb to mind-magic well." she replies with a shrug.

He hums, “not very concerned about that. Its private things. Even crumpled papers. Only meant for my peepers.” He picks up a sketch pad in the middle of the floor, setting it on a table.

"Mm-hmmm. Okay." she sighs, in the doldrums. She stretches, her wings shaking a little and then popping out when she deepens her stretch.

Kreo smiles, making human containment unit for her. He hums “If you would like, i can find you a human containment unit.”

"Hmmmm. . . sure." she chuckles. "Make sure there's a see-through wall."

He nods. “Of course.” He smiles and walks away. “I’ll be right back.”

She grins and starts looking around, folding her wings again. She takes a close look at some of the canvases - pretty good painting skills - and by the time Kreo comes back, she's laying on the floor, blowing smoke rings with a cigar.

He smiles, “Rooms ready.” He smiles warmly, shoving a paper in his pocket.

Chrisy raises an eyebrow, blowing one last smoke ring before tossing the cigar througfh an open see-through wall with a flick of her fingers.

"Alright." she grins, standing up and heading towards the broken escalator that head up.

Kreo smiles, following her. “Second human containment unit on the right. Hopefully it’s to your liking.”

"If it isn't I'll change it." she shrugs.

He smiles, “well. I’ll make you some twilight munch soon. If you’re hungry or need anything, let me know.” He hums. “I’ll leave you to it.” He walks away.

Chrisy grins.

"Well, I'm feeling a different sort of hunger. . ." she drawls, the last wod a husky purr.

He pauses, turning. “Oh? What for?”

Chrisy's grin widens just slightly, revealing her pointed incisors.

"See, I'm a demon. We can eat human mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), but the things that really sustain us are human syrup and souls. Since I doubt you can provide the latter, you'll have to provide the former."

He hums, “I can provide you human syrup if you’d like. I have some somewhere in here.” He smiles. “Just give me a moment and I’ll find it.”

"Ugh, you're simply impossible to tease with things like that, aren't you? I need to be more direct then. . ." she mutters quietly.

She sighs. "Very well."

He raises an eyebrow, then hums and walks away.

Chrisy strips off her dress once Kreo leaves, leaving her in just her underwear. She produces a cigar from seemingly nowhere and lights it with a spark of hellfire, flopping down on the bed, one leg hanging off the side, the other bent at the leghinge on top of the bed.

After a while, there was a knock at the wobbly flip-shutter. “I have the human syrup for you.”