texts from last night

[preternaturalist]

y'all know what to do

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[uncleanspirit]

Well, color me envious. You clearly had the better night.

[downfalling]

Oh? And what happened to you, then?

[uncleanspirit]

Absolutely nothing. No luck at the club, the bar was far too sedate, I wound up coming home.

[downfalling]

Pity. You could've come by before we got kicked out.

[uncleanspirit]

If I'd known there was going to be such a good show, I would have.

[downfalling]

Judging by the reaction to it, it was a decent enough show at the very least.

[uncleanspirit]

Well, damn, I missed out on everything tonight. Sucks to be me.

[downfalling]

I mean there's still opportunity to make up for it if you wanted to

[uncleanspirit]

Is there? Do tell.

[downfalling]

Sure, I might be able to put on a show if you wanted.

[ At least he's enthusiastic? ]

[uncleanspirit]

Well color me every kind of intrigued by that statement.

What did you have in mind?

[downfalling]

That was the point.

Anyway, like I said, it could be a show, at least more of one than earlier. The better question is how do you want me?

[uncleanspirit]

Damn, son.

I have always preferred a live performance over watching a broadcast on my phone.

[downfalling]

You're surprised?

I think I can arrange that. Give me a few minutes before you pop by.

[uncleanspirit]

Impressed.

Will do.

[ When he does appear, after waiting a respectable amount of time, Cheonil has the good grace to do so at the front door, not inside Jin's place, and he knocks to announce his arrival. ]

[downfalling]

[ And thank fuck he doesn't because it was annoying enough to shoo his roommate out for the night, not because this isn't the norm - as Rune would constantly point out - but because he's pretty sure that the homunculus would probably try shanking Cheonil if he suddenly appeared in the middle of the apartment.

Jin's not even sure what his life is anymore either.

Anyway-

Jin answers the door shortly after the other makes his presence known, grinning as he opens the door. ]

Someone's eager. Good.

[uncleanspirit]

[ Probably for the best. His usual behavior may not give any clue of it but he does really try to avoid being shanked as much as possible.

He strolls in, smiling. ]

Like I said: intrigued. Far be it from me to turn down such a suggestion.

[downfalling]

[ He shrugs, shutting the door behind them once Cheonil comes inside, his grin gaining a bit of a sharp edge to it once the door's shut. ]

Fair point. Should I get the show started or did you want anything first?

[ Hey, he'll be a gracious host - for once. Never mind that despite his prowess as a hunter, he could probably only get so far in fighting this one if it somehow got to that point. ]

[uncleanspirit]

[ Choenil shakes his head, his smile going a bit wry. ]

You're kind to offer but I'm fine. And it's probably rude to hold up a performance, yeah?

[downfalling]

Figured I'd at least extend the offer before I got started.

[ And with that it's almost like there's a switch that's flipped before he slips through the apartment until he reaches the bedroom - not that there was much to really look at anyway - giving Cheonil a coy look to encourage him to follow. Might as well set the stage, as it were. ]

[uncleanspirit]

[ Cheonil follows, all but overcome by curiosity. He steps into the bedroom but pauses just inside the door. ]

And where is the audience meant to be?

[downfalling]

The bed, of course. No point dragging a chair in here when it would just be kicked out in less than five minutes.

[ They've at least spend enough time together like this that he knows how it would generally go down. Or at the very least what he would do, given the chance.

As it stands, Jin waits until Cheonil is seated on the mattress before starting to strip, adding a few flourishes and punctuating it with a body roll or two while he does so. ]

[uncleanspirit]

[ Cheonil stretches out on the bed, legs out in front of him, half-reclined. But damn does he love himself some good body rolls; those have him pulling himself upright, his gaze more than appreciative. ]

Okay, yeah, this is going a long way toward making up for my previously shitty night.

[downfalling]

[ Jin laughs - though it doesn't take him out of his rhythm as he saunters up to the bed and almost condescendingly pats Cheonil on the cheek before he leans in. ]

You really did have a bad night, huh. [ He keeps his mouth hovering over the demon's for a moment before his hand drops and he pulls away, running a hand through his hair. ]

Good thing I'm feeling in a gracious mood. [ Is anyone really surprised at how he's being a shit? Probably not. Jin stays in place this time, hands reaching toward his belt buckle and rolling his hips as he's teasing the other. ]

[uncleanspirit]

The worst.

[ His eyes drop down to Jin's lips as he hovers close, and he breaks into a grin when he pulls away. Little shit. ]

So are we operating under strip club rules here? Or can I touch?