[Meanwhile Chuuya has passed from tipsy into pleasantly drunk, and three or four shots more will most likely get him fucking hammered. Which isn’t productive when it comes to sex, but Chuuya is stubborn as a mule, and he won’t back off until he’s damn sure he won’t win. At least he’s not slurring, and his vision is only slightly fuzzy.
That low whisper sends shivers up Chuuya’s spine, both from the heat and suggestiveness of it and also the meaning of those words. He knows Mephisto isn’t human, but who or what he is is still a complete mystery that Chuuya wouldn’t mind solving.]
You got yourself a deal.
[And Chuuya will just keep knocking back shots until he’s very, very close to being smashed. He sways a bit on Mephisto’s lap as he pokes him square in the chest. Yup, he’s drunk.]
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That low whisper sends shivers up Chuuya’s spine, both from the heat and suggestiveness of it and also the meaning of those words. He knows Mephisto isn’t human, but who or what he is is still a complete mystery that Chuuya wouldn’t mind solving.]
You got yourself a deal.
[And Chuuya will just keep knocking back shots until he’s very, very close to being smashed. He sways a bit on Mephisto’s lap as he pokes him square in the chest. Yup, he’s drunk.]
Well...give up yet??