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[brushoff]

"Hello. This is Dorian Gray's cellphone. I can't talk right now. Don't forget to leave me a message. If you're interesting, I'll get back to you."

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[ certain threads in this post contain nsfw content (sex, blood, violence, etc.) so, you know, don't read them where Gramma can look over your shoulder. just kind of a blanket trigger warning for gore & body horror as well ]

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[abduxel]

[He carefully feels that wound at his neck, frowning.] Good to know, for next time you're considering slitting my throat for fun. That was really unpleasant for me, by the way. Brought back some bad memories.

But these cookies are good so maybe, just maybe I'll forgive you. And you didn't throw me in a dumpster, which I suppose from you must be a big deal!

[His voice is a little stronger than earlier, but still grittier and raspier than usual. He stops in his little rant to eat another cookie. He means his admonishments but seems to be oscillating between being actually annoyed and half-teasing.]

I'm staying here tonight, by the way, no way am I getting home like this.

[brushoff]

One of the perks of the 21st century: processed sugar. [ along with booze, legalized weed in some places, and clubbing.

But yeah. He was pretty sure Abduxel would be staying to begin with, the fact that he confirmed it came to no surprise. ] I figured you'd be staying, [ said with a siiiiigh. ] You get the bed. I'll clean up the couch enough so I can actually sleep on it tonight.

[abduxel]

I might consider allowing you to sleep here as well if I can trust you. Or maybe I should hide everything sharp in this apartment first, hm? I'm sure your couch is a lost cause, by the way, good luck.

[He sits up all the way and tries to grab Dorian in a head-lock to wrestle him onto the bed.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian lets himself get grabbed by the headlock, wrestled onto the bed in the process, smiling at Abduxel all the while. He's eyeing that glass of juice, trying not to knock it over. ] I'm going to try and salvage that couch, by the way.

[abduxel]

I'd offer to help, but I just don't feel bad enough.

[He seems to still have his strength, or some of it. He wrestles himself on top of Dorian.]

[brushoff]

I wouldn't let you help in the first place! [ said with a laugh, as Abduxel wrestles himself on top of Dorian. ] Lord knows I'm not callous enough to ask a man to help clean up the couch he bled out to death on.

[abduxel]

Only callous enough to kill him in the first place! I should give you an award for that selflessness!

[brushoff]

I'd display it proudly.

[abduxel]

You're awful.

[Straddling him, but slumped against him rather than sitting up, he leans in to kiss him.]

[brushoff]

Tell me something I don't know, [ Dorian murmured, letting Abduxel kiss him as he lay against the bed. ]

[abduxel]

[After the kiss, he droops his head against Dorian's neck.]

If you heal so quickly, how is it that someone managed to murder you, anyway?

[brushoff]

My portrait, [ Dorian remarked, looking up at Abduxel. ] If you destroy my portrait, it destroys me.

[abduxel]

Hm, that's a shame.

I can't really be killed.

[He's full of shit.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian calls bullshit ]

I slit your neck and you practically died. You've got a weak spot somewhere in that attractive demon physiology.

[abduxel]

[He props himself up on his arms over Dorian, smirking in part because of that ' attractive ' comment.]

But I'm here, aren't I? I just needed a little nap.

[brushoff]

Keep telling yourself that, [ said with a little smirk. ] God knows what'll happen once you meet someone smart or callous enough to actually use holy water on you.

[abduxel]

[He makes a little scoff noise. Tries to pretend that's a silly idea.]

Holy water? Please. I'd be more worried about ruining my suit.

[brushoff]

[ Dorian...does not buy into that at all. because Abduxel's got to have a weakness, and if it isn't holy water, then it's gotta be something else. ]

All I'm saying is that you lucked out picking someone who's not religious.

[abduxel]

It's not a coincidence that I chose someone with a one-way ticket pre-booked to Hell, Dorian. I can't stand religious people. Can you?

[He sits up on him now, casually running his hands along his torso as they talk.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian made a face, scrunching up his nose as Abduxel talked. ]

I can't either. They're entirely too sanctimonious.

[abduxel]

And so self-righteous, so smugly repentant. I like the way you are entirely unapologetic for your selfishness and vanity.

[He runs his nails down Dorian's chest to punctuate what he's saying.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian can't help but grin as Abduxel runs the nail down his chest. There's still traces of blood there, spots that Dorian simply didn't clean or said that he'd clean later after taking care of the bloody mess on the floor. ]

Why should I apologize? I am what I am, and if you don't like it then tough.