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“Ye̠̙͚eeah̺̰̠,̭̣ ͍͈ͅth͔̼͙ere ̻̣̝is̰̮. ̰̜͙O̳̥̝ne of̪̜ ͚̘̲t̩h̥em ̬͉ͅi̹s ͙̹m̳e̞̫̹ ͅḫ̻̰ḁviṇ’ t̮o̬ d̩͇e̺me̹͉an̥̰͉ ̜m̻̝͎ysel̳̝͉f aṋ̯d the͎ͅ o̤t̮͕h̪͖er͔̘̥ i̭̖͍șn͓̜’̩͙͚t̥. I̬͓ ͕s̭u̖̼̘rp̰ri̬s̺̫ed ͔t̪͈hat̺ shi̥̣͉t̟ ̠̩d̰͎̞id̮n̦’t͇ ̦̖ge̱t your̟̞ ̞̜r̺oc͓̥ks o̫f̲̼̱f,̜ con̼̣s̪͙͔i̭͍d̠e̗͇ͅr̰̮i̝n’̣.̯̫̬” He answers with a huff, not really annoyed, but more so just enjoying this interaction as usual. It was always fun talking to Vox, minus the few times they yelled at each other or Fizzarolli yelling at him rather.

“I’m̹ no͈t gọn̪̭̩na ̗̱set̻̮̲ off͉ an̯̼y̼͇ ̱f͎͖ire ̤a̙l͚͕̙ar̫̥m̥s.̗ ̮͈I’͕m no̪̭t͚̹͕ ̳͓t͈̮hat ̠̻̩fau̥lt̹̮̜y̩̫ͅ, ̟̮̰V͓ͅo̮̦x,” Sticking his tongue out some, he goes to start fiddling with the Overlord’s bowtie even if his first attempt at touching was thwarted, “B̲̘͇es̯ͅi͎des̹̱͈–͖̯ ͈̣N̺̺̟o̹ ͖̗one̙̜͕ s̜̠̣a͔͖i͈̙d̖̠ a̱n͉y̰̦͖t͔͇͕h͚̮i͙̝͈n’̫̝̣ aboṷ̻t͈ ͎̹̻m͈̳̜e ̯get͈͓t̬̼̤in’ ̖͎too ͅh͚͉ot̲, b͔͓̦u̝͉ͅt̞̺̙ you͈͚ ̹on̳̫̩ t̙͕̩h͉͔e o̮t͔̲̺he̲̖r ̙͖h͔͙̯a̞nd̼̫..̪.̳̖”

“If it makes you feel better, I generally enjoy it,” Eyebrows raised slightly as the jester huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I wouldn’t know how faulty you are. You haven’t let my people finish looking you over,” Getting an idea for Mammons technology would help in multiple ways. Though it was just one step of many that had to be dealt with.

“You did say you were warm. I assume telling you that I do still have work left won’t deter you, but how about I at least get a drink first,”

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A startled grimace forms, spying those claws of Vox’s. Normally he wouldn’t care if his stuff got torn or damaged, but he was trying to keep a low profile with Mammon for the time being, especially since he could figure out where he went sometimes rather easily. Managing to yank his shirt to the side, he looks it over for any tears before dropping it and squinting some at the Overlord.

“I didn’̟t͚ ha̯ve̻ ̻t̩o̩̣̠ ͈̯ask ̦n̖͖i̻͖cḙ͙ly la̼sț t̙͓͚i̲̬̟me̬, di̪̘͖d̲̘ ̲̖̹I̯̻?̳͚ I͙͇̮f anyth͎i͚̯̭ṇ͖̜’̟̤, ͙I h̦̣a͉d t͎ͅo ̻̲beg ̟̹y͍̹̹o̬u̟̝ ̠̩t͔̠͉o s̳̼t̰̰͇aͅy,̹̭ ͉fu͇ck̙̣͎in̥̭’̖̻̬ ̱cock ̭t͔e̤͕as̞͙ͅe.” Fizzarolli settles his hands on the other’s shoulders, lightly kneading, leaning over to eye him, “A͚w̜ww ̫you̞͓̰ ̜w̜or͎ryi̻n̯’̙ abo͕ut m̘͍̱e̮͍ s͖̻̜m̩oki͕n’?͇͚̻ ͕̘Yo͍u ̝͔do̟̯ ca͙ṛ͇e~ ̪̰͓Do̺̫̳n̯̜’t͔̤̰ ̩̲̜w͕̣̲o̟͖r̘ry ̼anỵ. I ̟̹wo͉̱n̘’̣̙̹t̰.̞̺͉” He manages a quick peck to the edge of his screen and giggles.

“Begging. Asking nicely. Is there much of a difference?” He sighed as the fabric that was wrapped around him was instead replaced with hands on his shoulder. He guessed he wasn’t going to be getting that drink for a bit. “I’d hate for you to set off a fire alarm,” He shrugged the others hands off his shoulders as he turned around.

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Chuckling softly, Fizzarolli merely catches his shirt as its tossed back, eyes trailing after Vox as he moves. A coy little smirk forms on his features, slowly spinning his shirt around and around. He knew better than to push the Overlord too much, but he couldn’t help himself– It helped some that he knew his limits and could catch the signs that Vox was getting enough of his shit.

Wandering behind him he whips his shirt in front of him, grabbing the other end of it and managing to wrap it around his chest. The Jester pulls back, forcing Vox against him and he grins down at him, “I’͍l̮l̪̯ ne̟v̪eͅr ̩g̺̖et ̠t͚̜ir͙͙̩e̩̩d o̘f yo̯ͅu̬̯r̲̺̦ l̰̪͇it̪͖̖t͎̦̲le͍̮͓ s̹͉̺ḻ̗̝y͈̱ ̪͓qu̳̲ip ba͍̰̥c̼̦k̩̳͍s. ͕̗M̝a̘̟̗k̭̠̝e̯̗s͎̞ me͎̬ ̤ͅwa͙nn̩a͈ ̯fuck with͎̺̝ y̝ou ̖̞ev̼e̮͇n ̲̪͔more̠.” He wraps some of his shirt a little tighter around his hand, “A͕͚l̺̥so̩͙,͎͈̺ ͚̫͇I̬̰’ͅm͕̣ ̺͕m̫al͚f͓uṋ̫c̖̜̯tion͚i̝ṋ’̜ ͕a ̣b̤̬it. ̤̮H̜̝ap͈̤p̻̤̭ens͍̖ ș͔om̩etim̪es.̞̭ ͖̲Pi̻̘ty ̦m̰̲e̟e̤ẹ͍͉e?”

He stopped when the shirt was wrapped in front of him, the other ending being grabbed and ‘trapping’ him before he could get it off of him. He looked up to the jester as he was pulled back, hand lifting just enough to slip claws beneath the shirt, essentially a threat to the fabrics well being. “You want to fuck, try asking nicely next time. As for malfunctions, is here where you want to be? We don’t exactly have a good enough idea of how you work to fix you if you start smoking,”

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“Wh͙̥̬aaaaaaa͇͖a̯̱a̲aat?” He snarks lightly, tossing his shirt over his shoulder, looking entirely too amused, “Th͉e ̬s̗̗̲i̫g̞ht͇ of m̹̖y͕ fle͇shy̹̟͍ ̲̘‘f̻l͍̠e̝s͎̹h̘̲’̦̭̻ ̪t̙͎̦o̱o ͕̞̲mu̱̗c͓h f̼o͙ṟ y͈̞a̦̫?̥̲̰ ̫͇I̳̳ kne͕̘̳w ͔͇ya͍͎̼ w̻e͖͖ͅre̬̤̠ ͍͖aͅ ̺lo̲̭t̥̦̲t͉̞a̯ ͈̲̲t̞̰h̭̭i͓̣̲n̖g͙s̖,̞̪ b̠̱̫u͈t̗̻̺ ̫a ͍͉pr̩͙̣u̝uu͙ude̱̩? Real̼ly? ̺̘͚G̭̗̭o̟̝̤o͉d h͉͙ẹ͉̜av͚̫en͍s͈̩.̝͓̗ ̩̫Bett̙͕e̠r̼̳̠ no̖t s̫how̞ my̱ an̰͔k̺̞leṣ̩~̜̪͍” Feeling playful, the Jester throws his shirt at Vox and crosses his arms.

“It͇ͅ’s̩ ̲͙hot. C̣̞uͅt͉̠ ̬͉̲me̜ so̼̙̥m̙̳͙e ̦̝s̖lac͕̪k̠̦̲,̥̤̰ ̭ͅy̼e͎͙ah?̩̳”

“Sure, Go ahead and act like I threw an entire fit. It really helps your bit,” His eyes rolled as he caught the shirt, throwing it back to Fizzarolli and walking past the other and towards the kitchen. “So you can get hot or cold then? You could just turn on the air conditioning,”

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“I see you’ve decided to make yourself at home, huh?” He had gotten up from some of the work he had been doing to get a drink only to find the jester wandering around without a shirt on.

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