forum To Gay or Not to Gay; That is the Question (one on one//closed)

Started July 21, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Vin looked over, feeling a sense of fear for him. "Who is it? Are they…" Vin didn't want to sound ridiculous. "Nice, I guess, to you?"

"No, he's a complete asshole-erk!" Vien was cut off as his tattoo glowed a white-hot blueish color, appearing to shock Vien. His hand flew to the back of his neck, rubbing at his tattoo while he grimaced

"Then, why did you do it?? What is the exact reason you did it?" He felt irrationally mad, so mad, hs hands were shaking.

"If I tell you, the next jolt this damn spell gives me won't be a warning shock," Vien said, scowling as he pointed to his tattoo before taking another bite of chocolate

Vin sighed through his nostrils and tried to calm himself as he almost swerved into another driver.

"Look, I was fourteen and on the run from the people who massacred my family and nearly killed me. How well do you think my decision making skills were doing?" Vien scoffed

"Now look where's it's gotten you! And where it might get you in the future!"

"Well I'm currently doing just fine. I was young, but not stupid when I made the contract," Vien protested. "Besides, when I die I get to see my family again, which was-" he was going to say more, but his tattoo began glowing brightly again and he stopped himself before it could shock him

"Oh, yeaah you're doing just fine with that asshole limiting your speech."

"It's not like I can't talk at all. I just can't discuss the specifics of my contract," Vien said

"So what else is he making you do, huh?"

"It's not like he's making me sleep with him or something. He's got his weird boyfriend for that," Vien said, thinking that was why Vin was getting so upset

Vin tightened his grip on the wheel, which made a satisfying noise. He decided to drop the concept in case whoever was tormenting him stopped.

"Look, it's okay. I can handle what I got myself into," Vien tried to assure him. "Nothing bad is going to happen to me because of my contract."

"Yet." Vin growled as he drove to Vien's home.

"Love, please. I can take care of myself," Vien insisted gently. "Besides, my employer wouldn't kill off his best hitman."

"A hitman?" Vin didn't feel surprised, somehow. "Hm."

"More or less. I kill creatures, creatures don't kill me," Vien hummed

"Alright, then. Fine." Vin sighed.

Vien frowned as he looked out the window. He spotted his house coming into view, and he was suddenly grateful that he would be able to get out for a few minutes. He hated arguing with Vin, so he was grateful to get out of the car for a few minutes

Vin put the car into park and crossed his arms. Who knew.

Vien got out of the car, accidentally slamming the door behind him as he walked quickly towards the house. He let out a sharp sigh, unlocking the door quickly before stepping inside

Vin glanced after him. Does he think I'm mad at him?

Vien returned a few minutes later with the items for the lava cakes in a small tote bag. He had also stashed a bottle of vodka inside, just for the fact that he would probably need a drink

Vin looked at him as he entered. "I'm not mad at you, y'know. I'm sorry I brought it up. It was really tactless of me."