-- next to him.
" Sweet?! You're gross. Deranged. You make me want to *puke*, Caleb. "
Sounding out words as he averts eyes from the violated garments. That same sweet scent that clung to the panties clings to his skin like a note of temptation - unbound even by the heat.
That fire of his, that evol, flares even hotter at the admittance - cringing away from Caleb's grip with an expression of disgust. Disgust, enough to cover up the curls of heat in him that had *nothing* to do with his evol, and everything to do with the pervert standing in --
โI *defiled* them.โ
Blunt admittance. Unashamed now โ what playful banter he had before becoming that of unashamed immoral acts.
โThey became my everything. My cumrag, my sweat rag โฆ my porn โ used for their sweet smell.โ A taunting tone carried upon his lips, digits gently โ
under Sylus's finger - his evol flushed just like his skin.
" .. The same. And like booze. Money. Too much of it, really. "
A frown, veering on a pout. He really did dislike this man, despite Sylus's rather obvious ( to everyone but Rafayel ) attempts at flirting.
He most definitely is a nuisance, and one that Rafayel will be glad to be rid of!
" That was what that weird smell was? It's way too strong, for the record. Eugh. I don't know what Miss Bodyguard sees in you people."
Shudder, at the finger on his chin. Skin is hot to the touch
What can he say? He likes being a bit of a nuisance . . . Specially to easily irritated people.
โ Huh . . . Thought I'd made sure to put my nicest cologne all those times. Tell me, fishie, what do I smell like now? โ
Tilting Rafayel's head upwards with a gentle finger on his โ
He really was the WORST. Saying one thing and then doing another? Terrible - Rafayel had half a mind to burn the arm off his back.
" . . You smell like blood. And sweat. I told you that already, crow. Neither things I enjoy smelling, thank you. "
A lie, for the latter. But ->
Raising an eyebrow. Well, he knows he didn't have an unpleasant smell, so. What exactly caused Rafayel to react like this? Strange.
โ Sure, I'll give you some space, but, โ
Sliding an arm behind his back, pulling him closer.
โ What exactly is it you dislike about my scent? โ
Stiffening. Finger pressed to nose. He wasn't lying - Sylus reeked. Badly. But it was the kind of reeking that made his stomach churn in a mixture of disgust and a heat he didn't want to name.
" I just told you to go away. Go. "
Cheeks flushed. Rage, or something else?
You make it seem like I'm stalking you, crow. That's a *you thing, not me.
Don't - . . . don't put words in my mouth. I never said anything of the sort. At all.
Crow. There's a difference. Surprised you didn't know that, since you seem to know so much about me.
. . . So why are you still engaging in this conversation? Is it that you actually enjoy my scent, hm?
Well, correct. It's a more sophisticated kind of shine, though, compared to that of a gemstone's.
I think your knowledge is telling on you. For what reason would you know that, dear Rafayel?
Purple pearl . . . noted. Thought you'd be more of a shiny stuff kind of guy.
What? You said it, I'm just agreeing with you.
Come on, I don't bite. Not too hard, at least.
I'm not acting. It simply doesn't bother me.
Huh . . . wouldn't have noticed if you didn't tell me. Reeked? Please, both you and I know that's nothing more than a false accusation. You can ask your friend.
-> fish.
"So, you *did take them, you *pervert!" He spits the words triumphantly, rather ignorant of the threat lingering in Caleb's words. "Spit it out already. And tell me where the rest are, too!"
A huff of air, far more than intended, as he's yanked back by the evol of the other. An irritating thing, not being able to trust the very force around him.
His skin feels like flame against Caleb - even with the mechanical touch, he can feel the heat coming off the irritated->
. . ๐ข
A firm pull of his mechanical arm, a motion as if pulling rope, just to use his Evol. A harsh increase and shift of gravity, enough to hold the other by his shoulder.
โRather rude to intrude infront of me, isnt it?โ
Leaning in, his voice a pissed whisper.
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