#* inquiries

[cupimus]

[text] I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.

{text:} I'd like to see you try washing my hair.{text:} actually, I probably wouldn't.{text:} would there be bubbles?

[cupimus]

[enters the room you are in] If this isn't enough to seduce you, there is no hope for you friend.

❝Hmm. I'd think it would be the opposite..❞ There was a teasing tone to his words, all the same, though Griffith didn't let it show so easily through his features.

Faintly, a smile curled to his lips. ❝I'd like to see you try harder.❞

[cupimus]

You’re joking, right?

❝Does it really seem so ridiculous?❞

Smiling gently, Griffith canted his head only slightly to the side, pale cerulean gaze hovering over the other's doubtful form. ❝I want you.❞ His intentions were stated with shocking bluntness, a pure honesty maintained that had always remained true to the young man's virtues. ❝I want you to join me. It's a good cause, after all.❞ His smile curled further, blue gaze vividly amused.. yet in all of his seemingly kind intentions remained the design to draw her to his side. He would not give up so easily. ❝If anything, it'll help the city.❞ A more teasing tone entered Griffith's timbre, one pale eyebrow arched gingerly. 

❝Surely you can't say no to something like that.❞

[cupimus]

Don’t touch me.

Only a moment ago, Griffith had been smiling at the other, pale blue eyes deceivingly gentle — yet at the blond’s rejection, the mood surrounding them both shifted noticeably. He simply stared, pale gaze suddenly hard and unblinking. The longer Griffith waited, the more evident it became that there was little the youth could do for him… little that he could offer to Griffith — at least at that point.

Yet resources were always to be valued, and he had no intention of abandoning such a potential asset without further investigation.

❝Joining me could get you far.❞

❝Certainly further than you could get on your own…❞ It was only in the face of such failure that he betrayed his true nature, ruthlessness formerly concealed within his overwhelming ambition. As Griffith spoke, he only stepped closer, looming then, and even in the seeming perfection of his beauty, there hid a stark coldness. ❝I would suggest you comply soon -- or simply stay out of my way. You are merely a pebble on my road to accomplishments. Nothing more.❞

[cupimus]

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

{text:} oh..{text:} somehow I'm not surprised.{text:} are you alright?

[cupimus]

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

{text:} I think I'll just let you win from the start{text:} everyone will be happier in the end

[cupimus]

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

Hearing the other's question, a grin immediately curled to his features, delight evident. Griffith was pleased to display the necklace, it's eerily deformed qualities held in full view.

❝I bought it at a market!❞

As he held it aloft, the pendant's asymmetrical eyes fell open, giving forth the illusion that it was alive. ❝The old woman who sold it to me said that the owner of this necklace will obtain the world in exchange for his own flesh and blood.❞ The way he spoke of it was far too cheery for such a dark topic.

❝Isn't it cool?❞