Thread: A Dish Best Served...Dead (Yoshie x WorldEater)

RE A Dish Best Served...Dead Her smile and her wily ways were definitely attractive to him. It took quite a lot of him to simply resist her and from that he was nodding. Though a smile came forth from his lips, it was clear that Slake wasn't outright truthful with it. If anything, she was starting to push and by the nature order, he would shove back just a bit so that he could breathe. Yea . . . big man has his own deals and stuff. I'm his avatar, but I- He flinched each time she acted as though she was hoping for his god to show up. It wasn't hard for him to catch her words towards him, however . . . just how sexual was this woman trying to be? Yea . .. touching you'd be nice, but I'm not- woah. He shook his head, trying to backpedal, Right -um, trust me, if he wanted to touch you, he'd wanna eat you . . . and not like sexually eat you. Yul'Turon's the eater of worlds, like the dude has mouths on his fucking eyes- Am I not getting something? he said trying to find the disappearing anthro bartender. Everything about her attitude seemed off to him. I- sorry, I don't mean to be rude or jittery, but I . . . I . . . oh wait. When she finally talked about her patrons touching her breasts, that was when he realized where things were going. The lovely figure, the dominant stare, the sultry tone in her voice, every thing pointed to one easy to relate thing and he nearly kicked himself for it. You're a succubus . . . that . . . that explains a lot. Jeez, i thought I was getting the wrong vibes here, thought I was just being -like- stupid or reading a bit to heavy on what you were showing. Alright then, um- sure . . . There it is again, Innocent, alright, I'll give you that one. he mused as he looked around. Again, with the wanting and needing for his God instead of him. Was it strange that he was getting shafted for the god he worshipped? Right, I'm not a dark god. The name's Slake and I WORSHIP Yul'Turon. We have a good deal going between us and so lets- Mistress. She was just really pushing for that. It wasn't that he couldn't call her Mistress, hell, it was kinky and sexy in a bunch of ways, but today was not a day where he felt inclined to listen. Her patrons may have called her Mistress, her workers may have called her Mistress, and stupid fuck boys that looked like Slake might have called her Mistress . . . but he was not in the mood for fun and games. He looked down at the empty glass, only moments ago having the liquid of life filled to its brim. Looking back up, he tried to hold his emotions from spilling out. He adored flirting and he enjoyed the attention, but times were a changing. Each time she tried to push, he was shoving back mentally. Physically he was all right there, but each second she looked at him with those sultry eyes, he couldn't help but remember. It wasn't her fault how could she have known. Yet, despite his requests she still seemed to push that damned attitude towards him regardless of what he wished for. As a result, each and every time she looked at him, he couldn't stop seeing blood on his hands. And they weren't as dark as his. I don't wanna be rude, but I just want to be firm here. I get you like making jokes and I like making jokes too but . . . he stops, wipes his nose before pinching it. His smile grits into a toothy frown before he calmed himself. He was going to turn off his carefree attitude for that moment at least, Like I appreciate the hospitality and the boob touching joke and the sexual stuff . . . but stop it. You and I, we don't know each other. Yul'Ty tells me that you can help me that doesn't mean I'm gonna drop my pants cause you look pretty - and don't take me the wrong way, you look pretty. Problem is . . . I . . d- . . w- . . . can't have pretty around me if that's all its gonna be.