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[temperedinpride]

Who: Cosmo
Where: Lobby
When: 436

[Cosmo is rocking a look. Minus the plague mask, it's just his normal mask. He's got a set of fruity drinks in front of him, and he's leaning back with a drink in hand.]

"Risk" and "Reward".

Half of these drinks are non-alcoholic, most of the rest are quite potently alcoholic, a few are drugged.

The risk is obvious, the reward is engaging in the live. Or perhaps in avoiding the traps.

The drugs are one of three kinds--a potent psychedelic, a numbing agent, and something to get you a little hot under the collar. Do take it elsewhere if you get that last one.

[He sips his drink.]

Of course some say the best way to win at gambling is not to play, but where's the fun in that?

((OOC: tag any toplevels with the aphro as nsfw and you can have like, multiple if you want. I'll toplevel Lahabrea to talk to but you can also just engage with drugs.))

Comments

[abovefate]

[ ... well. He'd go at it right here in public if it were for him, but he's going to bring a hand to his shoulder, trying to stop him ]

Ah, it might be a little too much to do that here. Should I bring you to my room?

[childeishly]

[ huffs, looking through his bangs at scaramouche. ] Does it not feel good? [ pouts. ] ...alright. Carry me! [ changes into a fox and burrows under his shirt. ] Pet me.

[abovefate]

It feels very good, but I don't think you'd appreciate doing this in public if you were sober, Tartaglia.

[ he's going to let him stay under his shirt though, petting his head as he heads for Baritones ]

[childeishly]

[ sets his paws on his chest and starts licking at it. ] Nnno? I'm not sure, but I trust you know. Scaramouche knows best. [ climbs up to pop his head through his shirt collar so he can start butting his head into his cheek, nuzzling him aggressively. ] I looooove you.

[abovefate]

[ this is not what he signed up for, he wanted to fuck with him, not get destroyed!! ]

You don't have to say it in front of everyone...

[childeishly]

I'm saying it to you. I don't care what anybody else thinks. I'm going to love who I want to love and I love you. I also love your di- [ burrows back into his shirt and then tries to wedge his head into his pants and probably just gets stuck. ]

[ ??!?!?! ]

[ WRIGGLES AROUND. ]

[abovefate]

[ oh my god, Childe. He's going to grab him by his neck and take him out of his pants, things he never thought he'd have to do ]

You're not going to fit in there.

[childeishly]

I can fit. Let me fit. I'm not *that* fat... or fat at all. [ huffs, and then just kind of starts squirming around in an attempt to break free again, so he can cram his face back down his pants. ] Let me suck your dick!

[abovefate]

[ he's going to grab him again even if he does break free, and then activate puppeteer just to keep him still ]

Keep that up and I'm going to make you forget what dicks are.

[childeishly]

[ hangs there... like a little fox puppet. ]

What would you do if I forgot dicks? Jerk yourself off your lazy bastard, ha!

[abovefate]

I'll survive somehow. Do you want to risk it, mm?

[childeishly]

You wouldn't dare.

[abovefate]

Considering how funny it would be? Of course I would.

[childeishly]

I'm call your bluff.

You can think it's funny all you like, but you wouldn't do it, especially since you'd no longer benefit from how well I can navigate cock.

[abovefate]

Wouldn't that be more of a issue for your archon?

[childeishly]

I'm pretty sure it would be the biggest issue for me.

[abovefate]

[ well if Childe is behaving until he gets him to Baritones, he won't make him forget dicks!! ]

Weren't you busy praising me?

[childeishly]

I was trying to use my mouth to do *other* things, like suck dick, but you had to go interrupt me. [ he can do nothing BUT behave since he's puppeteered. ] I should just *not*. You can touch yourself.

[abovefate]

I'm not letting you suck my dick in this form, Tartaglia.

[childeishly]

Unpuppet me! I'll change back.

[abovefate]

[ he does free him, so they can just get done with this ]

Don't try to sneak into my pants.

[childeishly]

[ as soon as he can move he scurries out of scaramouche's clothing and, plop, hits the floor. changes back, but remains on his hands and knees, butting his head into scara's legs. ] I'll be good... if you pet me.

[abovefate]

[ ... well. Isn't that a sight. He's considering getting a collar and a leash, honestly. But he reaches over for his head, petting him and scratching right behind his ears ]

Will you?

[childeishly]

[ smiles, melting into the touch. ] I will. [ tilts his head to press it that much closer to the scritches. ] …that feels real nice. [ his face flushes darker as he tries to capture scara’s wrist to lick at his fingers. ] I love how you taste, Scara.

[abovefate]

[ he likes this. He really like this and he can't help but smile ]

... If you want to taste more, you only have to ask.