imeeji_frontstage | Mingle time!

[ pentium brushes his claw against fandaniel's hand inside their fan's gut, giving him a smile from across before removing his claw and giving it a suggestive lick. look, it's fine, dear friend sounds about right for a couple of murder buddies. ] Ah, sure, just give me a... [ shoves his claw back in, making a new hole, and lifting the fan up juuuust a liiiittle bit. ]

Marvelous.

[ he murmurs, briefly returning that touch before he takes a hid hand out of the way to let Pentium rip further into the fan.

And with the new freedom he's been afforded he jams his hand up in there, elbow-deep into their chest cavity, messily tearing past the lungs to take a hold of their heart and rip.

the suit is definitely, definitely very messy at this point. ]

[ something is wrong with the idols in this game

Honestly it seems like Pentium isn't getting much out of this—in fact, he might even be feeling weaker? . . . Maybe it's because he's not eating the fan. There are nuances to what fans enjoy with their murder!

Or maybe it's just because the new idol is like, sooooo hot that he's just stealing the spotlight from Pentium, because Fandaniel will feel as though he's on cloud 9—like all the power in the world could be his if he could just keep. . . doing whatever it is he's doing. At the very least, the heart he's holding in his hands feels like it could be the key to power.

The fans are all enamored with Fandaniel's performance. is this bitch stealing pentium's fans ]

[ something is wrong with the fans! in this game!! ]

[ ...this is unusual. this has never made him feel poorly. as soon as fandaniel has the heart he throws the fan down and gets down on all fours, crushing them underfoot. ] Feed me ~~Seymour~~ Fandaniel. [ opens his maw, his alien like tongue wriggling at him enticingly. ] Feed me.

[ or something is very very right with them. did you ever think about that

and as if Fandaniel needed more encouragement. he was already high enough on having a ~~~new friend~~ to play with, but there's a feedback loop from that mood boost, and it only further encourages him with his other hand to dig his fingertips in, to tear and spill guts further over that nice new suit of his, heart still in hand, with a sharp, unhinged laugh -- ]

[ buuut Pentium rips that away. he at least keeps the heart in his hand, still pulsing lightly in his grip, as some of that high fades. his face falls for a moment before he seems to remember why he came here.

well ... part of why he came here. ]

Ah, yes! Your meal.

[ some might hesitate at sticking their hand forward for a being like Pentium after what Fandaniel just witnessed but there's absolutely no hesitation on his part. he's not just holding the heart forward for Pentium to lick up, he's absolutely trying to stick his hand with the heart in it into his mouth wholesale. ]

[ the sweet smell of blood has his nostrils flaring as he breathes it in, reveling in how it makes him feel just a little bit better. he needs to eat though. that's sure to fix this. ] Fe~eee~ed me. [ don't make him sing. ]

[ pentium's delighted to see fandaniel halving the distance between them to offer him the heart. he smiles, meeting him in the middle as his tongue snares his wrist and tugs it straight past all of those razor sharp teeth and into his mouth. he doesn't care to stop him from shoving his hand down his throat... but he doesn't briefly have to tell himself to slow his roll and that fandaniel, himself, is a friend and not a food. he noms the heart, immediately rearing up and setting a claw on his shoulder to walk him back. ]

Look at you... filthy. [ smirks, shoving his snout into his chest to clear away some of the gore he's splattered in. ] Let me clean you up.

[ it's electrifying having his hand down his throat for that brief moment, and part of Fandaniel is tempted to shove even further to see if Pentium would bite ... but he resists the urge. he can behave!

he laughs, keeping still as Pentium nudges up against him, trying to stroke his head now with a very blood- and saliva-slick hand. ]

I'm assuming you don't mean by bathing me?

[ he's still riding off that mood high. ]

[ look! it's fine!! pentium had considered ( for, like, half a second ) eating him... and having him shove more of himself down his throat wouldn't have helped that. he doesn't mind the pets, but gives fandaniel another opportunity to shove his hand in his mouth when he starts lavishing it with his tongue, cleaning any and all blood away. ] Mm~ even tastier with a subtle hint of... you. [ pentium laughs. ] Not by conventional means.

Well. I can hardly go out there looking like this.

[ he makes a broad gesture with his free hand to his bloodied suit and skin, and with his free hand he's venturing to press his hand against that tongue, feeling the texture curiously --

before he looks back towards the also very, very messy bed. ]

May I sit? I fear you may make my legs weak.

…both of our outfits a stained, so we may have to find something among these rooms to wear back. [ but that’s a later problem. ]

[ he can touch his tongue! and pentium, for his part, will thread it around his fingers. it’s not made for tasting… but instead helping him to shovel food into his mouth. it’s prehensile and ridged, giving it an interesting texture. ]

Go right ahead. I want you to be comfortable.

You are very conscientious, my friend.

[ as much as he wants to keep his hand riiight in there -- he sighs, and dances back towards the bed to take a seat, spreading his legs and opening his arms inviting as if allowing ~~~full access~~~. ]

[ pentium steps over the corpse of the fan they gored, following fandaniel to the bed. he climbs onto it, prompting an immediate creak, because he heavy. ] A heart shaped bed… I must admit I find this a little ironic given what we just did. [ he sets a claw on one of his thighs, holding it open as he leans down to drag his tongue over his crotch. ]

Did you enjoy yourself, ..? [ he’s certain he knows the answer, but he’s looking forward to hearing him say it. ]

[ Fandaniel is gasping at the contact, arching -- his mouth parted and his hand going to settle on Pentium's head, with an approving smile as he leans back some. ]

Why, is that even a question? I had a grand time.

[ pentium smirks at the gasp, interested in seeing more. he’s sure to make a spectacle of this too. he slices through the material of his pants along the thighs, shoving his snout into the hole and opening his jaw to continue splitting the fabric. ] I like hearing you say it… and, hm, perhaps I lied. I think I may make you dirtier before I make you cleaner.

[ he’ll get him a replacement suit too, if he likes, since this one is going to be more than just bloody when he’s through with it. ]

[ INTO THE BONE ZONE ]

Mingle time!

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