thank goodness, i needed a safe space for my pizza kink
aww poor delphine might be the room was belongs to sully? belonged? i don't know i should probably let him know can you take her into your room? she's well behaved
[ behold, cellar in uniform, carrying three bags of hot cheetos, checking her phone before knocking on his door. Delphine mewls at her, and cellar turns around to crouch and baby-talk Death's cat. by the time devon opens that door she'll be in cellar's arms, purring, meowing, trying to tell her something. the bags of cheetos are on the floor. ]
It's okay, Delphine, I'm here. Was Devon mean to you?
[Speaking about Delphine, who definitely purrs warmly for Cellar despite her anxiety earlier in the attempted grip of Devon. He gestures for Cellar to join him in the room, where he's started to make it his own with clothes strewn around and Lizzy up on a shelf.]
She's my friend! She just hasn't gotten to know you yet.
[ she places delphine on the bed with a scritch between her ears, going back for the cheeto bags, which go on the table. She drops on the bed next to the cat, phone in hand(s) to text sullivan. she takes a picture as evidence and sends it to him too. ]
Her owner's Death. He goes by Sullivan, but he's death. I wonder which job he's stuck with.
[But Devon crawls onto the bed too, on the side of Cellar opposing the cat, and slings his arm over her lazily. He curls to her very quickly, finding his nook against her hip and chest.]
[ She grins, turns her phone back to herself to unlock and find the selfie in the gallery. The selfie is at a downward angle, deliberately emphasizing the cleavage that's holding on for deal life. The right pull on the black string would let the whole outfit fall apart. ]
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delphine?
she's never lost, thank you very much
also switching over here because i'm not sure i want the others to see me talk about getting pizza and making out for views
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but yeah, the cat's like pacing???
idk. i saw it near one of the old rooms
but the door's locked so i couldn't let it go back in or anything
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aww poor delphine
might be the room was belongs to sully? belonged? i don't know
i should probably let him know
can you take her into your room? she's well behaved
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if she bites me tho
idk
ur fault
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oh she bit me alright
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what did you do?
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she doesn't wanna leave the door
you go get her
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but okay
make a request for me to bring you something so i have an excuse to leave this stupid attic
how many attics can one house have
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I need you to bring me some hot cheetos and I request your time this evening for ~ personal company ~.
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[ behold, cellar in uniform, carrying three bags of hot cheetos, checking her phone before knocking on his door. Delphine mewls at her, and cellar turns around to crouch and baby-talk Death's cat. by the time devon opens that door she'll be in cellar's arms, purring, meowing, trying to tell her something. the bags of cheetos are on the floor. ]
It's okay, Delphine, I'm here. Was Devon mean to you?
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[Speaking about Delphine, who definitely purrs warmly for Cellar despite her anxiety earlier in the attempted grip of Devon. He gestures for Cellar to join him in the room, where he's started to make it his own with clothes strewn around and Lizzy up on a shelf.]
Why's she so nice to you? That's rigged.
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[ she places delphine on the bed with a scritch between her ears, going back for the cheeto bags, which go on the table. She drops on the bed next to the cat, phone in hand(s) to text sullivan. she takes a picture as evidence and sends it to him too. ]
Her owner's Death. He goes by Sullivan, but he's death. I wonder which job he's stuck with.
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[But Devon crawls onto the bed too, on the side of Cellar opposing the cat, and slings his arm over her lazily. He curls to her very quickly, finding his nook against her hip and chest.]
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[ Perfect queen Delphine. But once she stops doting on her, Cellar's hand is in Devon's hair, scritching like he's the second cat in the room. ]
How's the gold life?
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It's fine, I guess. I kind of wonder why I got put here, y'know? But... not much else to dwell on. How bad is bronze?
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It sucks. A lot. Be glad you're in gold, that's all I'm saying.
[ grumble grumble. ]
Apparently someone requested I wear a skimpy maid outfit. It barely covered anything.
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[Sry not sry, horny boy here.]
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[ Well. ]
Maybe I took a selfie. But there's going to be footage of it anyway.
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[ She takes her phone out, wiggling it. ]
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[Hitting that whine voice.]
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It was cold as hell.
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[This boy is happy, though he does reach for her phone as if pulling it closer to his face will allow him to see it in any more detail.]
You should be a hot maid more often.
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Maybe you can send them a request too. Your personal maid to clean the attic you secretly have in your room.
fuck my html
[wink wink wink - though he laughs, actually very hesitant to want to put Cellar in any position she's not keen on.]
... you okay though? Your people too?
[Boyfriend? Husband? He's tsun, not wanting to refer to Theo as such.]
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