[God damn it, even in his drunken state it’s easy for Chuuya to see that Mephisto is sobering up at an impressive rate. Looks like he’s the only one who’ll be waking up hungover. Though, surprisingly enough, Chuuya feels much more pleasantly warm that sick or dizzy now that he’s in a soft, comfy bed.
Chuuya eyes the brooch glittering in the low light of the room.]
It’s no fun if there’s not a little risk involved.
[Besides, in Chuuya’s mind, if Mephisto wanted him dead he would’ve killed him that first night.
He’s definitely curious now, and he reaches out to trace the brooch with a gloved finger.]
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Chuuya eyes the brooch glittering in the low light of the room.]
It’s no fun if there’s not a little risk involved.
[Besides, in Chuuya’s mind, if Mephisto wanted him dead he would’ve killed him that first night.
He’s definitely curious now, and he reaches out to trace the brooch with a gloved finger.]
What happened?