#devlhunter

[siniste]

sprays her water

[virtuosin]

He rubs up against her accidentally but damn were those hips thick. He finds himself leaning against the counter with an elbow giving her a wink.

For a moment, she doesn’t move.

Had she felt that right? Did this man grind up against her? It was likely unintentional, but the sensation left her gasping silently. Damn how touch starved she was. It wasn’t as if she had anyone in her life she could rely upon for such affections, romance aside. When the maven turns, her eyes lock with the sight of a white-haired man, one who offers her a charming wink and grin. There’s something so boyish about him despite being an adult. A sort of lightheartedness that shouldn’t be taken all too seriously. And yet, that smile also betrays him; whether he had meant to touch her or not, he was clearly content with the physical contact. “Am I in your way?” Sona calls out, eyes narrowing upon him. For a moment, she feels her eyes roam his body, salaciously checking him out despite her best efforts. She knew better than this, but here she was, going against her judgement. It wasn’t like they weren’t both adults, individuals who could openly, safe, and consensually find appeal in each other. Turning, Sona would step closer and lean against the countertop, her bosom pressed firmly against the polished wood as if it were a shelf. Was it intentional? Absolutely. “I could move if you asked,” Sona chirps, a single brow arching, as if challenging him with the expression alone, all the while her lips curl. “I don’t mind being asked to do something...better than having a stranger rub up against me as unceremoniously as you did. So, now that you’ve felt up my rear, perhaps you’ll do me the courtesy of introducing yourself.”

[hysterik]

"Devil May Cr- oh it's just you. Is there a reason you're calling an clogging up my business line? Lots of prospects you kn- hey stop laughing!"

dante  &  his  little  business  are  one  &  the  same ,  no  better  man  could  thrive  within  that  office .  rundown ,  poorly  kept  &  always  a  few  dollars  short  of  proper  repair  &  for  all  those  imperfections ,  warm  &  welcoming  all  the  same .  something  so  cosy  about  the  cracks  in  the  walls ,  the  beaten  up  couch  that’s  somehow  more  comfortable  after  being  through  hell  &  back ,  a  jukebox  that  never  works  &  only  plays  every  other  note  if  it  feels  like  it .  she  almost  hates  when  she  misses  it ,  out  on  the  road  carrying  out  work  that  reflects  her  much  like  dante’s  does  him .  scattered  &  erratic ,  no  company  but  the  guns  in  her  hands  &  the  long  line  of  motorcycles  that  each  meet  a  similar  fate .  she  is  always  losing  things  &  after  all  this  time ,  she  is  glad  to  find  dante  in  the  very  same  place  she  leaves  him .  there  is  something  to  it  beyond  emotion ,  their  long-standing  rivalry  &  friendship ,  blood  mixed  with  fate  that  gives  way  to  loathing  &  hesitation ,  a  twitch  in  her  fingers  as  she  presses  the  digits  on  her  phone .  he  only  has  one  number  &  when  he  protests ,  all  of  lady’s  worries  wash  away .  they  are  back  where  they  started  &  while  her  laughter  is  mocking ,  there  is  fondness  in  it ,    “    glad  to  hear  from  you  too ,  dante━  see  your  schedule’s  clear  as  usual .    ”