[PRP] Turning Red (Slaw + TG)

[Saliru]

Slaughter was feeling a bit overwhelmed after the high of the drink wore off and retreated quickly from all the eyes being on him to a secluded area of the prom away from most prying eyes. He adjusted his shirt collar and tie while drawing a calming breath and exhaled. What had he been worrying himself with again?

He noticed a nearby chair for those seeking to rest between dances, most commonly known as wallflower territory. He seized the opportunity though and took a seat. He decided to close his eyes for just a moment.  

[MoonKitsune]

A set of sharp teeth were crunching a piece of candy piece by piece. TG was sitting in coat with a fur-lined cape as he watched the ground, having taken a few cushions from the throne room to prom his seat up to allow him to have his head above the table.

"What's your problem?"  

[Saliru]

Slaw's eyes fluttered open at the sudden and oddly familiar voice. He didn't look directly at the boil. Not right away. "S-someone spiked the drinks I think," thankfully the effects had worn off by now. He was for the most part all giggled out and pretty exhausted from the ordeal.

It was then he finally caught a glimpse of his companion and sat straight. "YOU," it was almost accusatory.  

[MoonKitsune]

TG could only look back as he bite into the lollipop he was working on before he clicked his tongue and pointed a finger at him with a wink. "And......yoouuuuu." He said, not sounding half as convincing of knowing who the hell he was talking to.

"Spiked with anything good?"  

[Saliru]

Slaw crossed his arms across his chest and squinted at TG. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"Last chocolate bar. Ring any bells?"  

[MoonKitsune]

He stared at him and pointed his lollipop. "Baroness Mustafala's birthday?" He ventured.  

[Saliru]

Slaw gasped in shock. How could this little red jerk forget him? He wasn't that forgettable - was he? No - no. He wasn't, he assured himself, before getting to his feet to tower almost unnaturally over the small red demon. Slaughter was still as tall as ever and he crouched down face to face with the spoiled creature. At least that was how he remembered him.

"Let me tell you a story," He started as hands clutched the arms of TG's chair. "Once upon a time there was a greedy little demon. He insisted he got everything he wanted no matter what the cost. One day, he happened upon a peasant who wanted for very little but sought a single treasure; A chocolate bar, a spicy chocolate bar." He peered the demon over, unsure at this point if he was just lying about remembering him. "He demanded the peasant's treasure and when they refused, he enslaved them. Forced them to carry him around like some sort of horse."

He bared his sharp teeth, "One day the peasant found him again however and ripped out his still-beating heart and ate it with a lovely glaze made from that very chocolate bar."

Then the teeth receded as he offered a somewhat too-sweet smile, "The name's Slaughter, nice to meet you... uhhh?.." He actually did forget his name though, if he even had one.  

[MoonKitsune]

TG leaned back in his seat to get as much space between the man who was invading his and stared at him as he spoke. At the end, he rose up a claw and opened his mouth. "TG. Nice to meet you. You said there was punch?"
 

[Saliru]

Slaughter drew a breath and then held it. He was staring at TG's head in such a way it gradually, over time, became apparent he was trying to figure out if he could make the demon boil's head explode with just his mind. Alas, it turned out that he could not. He couldn't be blamed for trying, he was certain of that at least.

He sucked his cheeks in and made a loud tetch-y sound while sucking against his teeth, a subtle but most apparent sound of annoyance especially when paired by the exaggerated eyeroll. It was quite clear now that TG absolutely was just messing with him as there was no way he'd forget him, especially not after the long winded tale he'd just been regaled with. No. TG was just full of it and full of himself.

That or maybe, just maybe, he regretted how he'd treated him and simply wanted to forgive and forget. Slaughter wasn't interested in that plausibility.



The subject of punch was brought up and his immediate instinct had been to literally punch TG, preferably somewhere in the face, but Slaughter managed to refrain and keep the desire to himself for the most part. He couldn't help the small smirk that had crept across his features though at pretending. Pretending repeatedly. Well deserved, he was certain.

"Oh yes, there's quite a bit of punch. In fact...," he pointed a thumb to a small nearby table with a mostly empty tray sporting a single glass of a drink. "I had one left."

If TG wanted it, he was going to have to get it himself.  

[MoonKitsune]

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1. Hot head - Did it get a little hot in here, or is it just you? It feels like the room's temperature has gone up about ten degrees, and if you can flush, your skin takes on rosy(or species appropriate) hue.

He stared at Slaughter and then at the table. Slaughter. Table. Slaughter. Table. When it was clear the man wasn't smart enough to figure out sutblety, TG sighed loudly and slid down the chair. "Don't take my seat." Considering it had a mass of pillows on it just to give it the required height, it would be awkward for anyone otherwise to titter on a tower of cushions.

Moving over, TG took the cup of punch and downed it, tossing it in a nearby trashcan as he moved back and clambered back in his seat. The small walk somehow had been a trial for him, and as he settled into his seat, he felt way warmer than what he expected for any place that wasn't his room or the lava pools on campus. A small bit of smoke started out of his ears as he unbuttoned his fur-lined coat as he sat back, looking a little more lethargic than before.

"So going lone wolf today?" He said with a yawn.  

[Saliru]

Slaughter eyed the puff of smoke with lazy satisfaction. That was certainly new, but at least the imp was apparently not immune to the effects of the punch.

He smiled to himself, “Always.”

He had always 'lone wolfed’ it. He lived alone, worked alone, ate, shopped, and hunted - alone. It wasn't the most entertaining, but it came natural.

“You? Where are your friends?”

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[MoonKitsune]

"Busy organizing things." Truthfully the only person he cared about in this whole place was Sammy and she was too busy running the show. All his exes weren't here which was a good thing. He wasn't sure how he woukd deal of he saw Legs again.

He pulled off the leather tunic over his black shirt and set that aside, a pair of small bat-like wings now exposed. The smoke started to puff out more and with it a smell of ash.

He set his head in one clawed hand and watched Slaughter. "You don't date? You look kinda old so.." If it was possible TG looked even redder, he was getting rosier.  

[Saliru]

"I'm not old," he replied, clearly offended by the implication. "So," he looked mildly confused by TG's particular wording of things, "That means you have a ghoulfiend or boilfeind around here?" He pried gently.

He was actually slightly more interested in trying to figure out why he was becoming increasingly - not clothed. "Cause I uh, I'm not looking if that..." He gestured with a finger at the removed clothes.  

[MoonKitsune]

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6. Truth will out - I cannot tell a lie Not only can you not lie, but you are compelled to tell the truth. Honesty is the best policy, right?

He leaned back, using the end of his tail like a fan to cool his face. "Hot." Was all he managed. "Uggghhh. Get out of my way. You're breath is making the air too hot." He slid down off the chair again and walked between Slaw's legs on his way back to the table.

Reaching up blindly, he managed to grab a bottle and headed back over, walking back under Slaw's legs to get back to his seat. As he puffed into spoke back into his seat, the tips of his ears were now glowing red, and he leaned back, downing the contents of the bottle and setting it on the table before setting his head there.

"Why is everything warm? I'm usually so cold." He grumbled.  

[Saliru]

Slaw froze as the imp went right under him and between his legs. He was about to respond with excessive amounts of scandal - a desire which built up within him as the demon sought to repeat the action a second time. Slaw may have been starting to turn colors as well.

"H-hey- don't, don't jacking do that. Ah don't want ya between mah legs." He huffed in annoyance but calmed down very quickly when he realized what he'd returned with.

Could he do that? Did one drink just overwrite the other? Was that how it worked? Did they combine? Please Jack, let them combine.

"I dunno, why is everything so warm? You keep stripping, but I am perfectly fine. Do you have any guesses?"