It wasn't anything new. They left behind a lot of their friends on their little hangouts. It was nothing personal. Really. A 'Quirk' of theirs. They always were lured in by strangers with names.. personalities.. colors.. they couldn't give a fuck about all that nonsense. They'd be tossed to the side. They could always tell.. the ones eager to rush to their side.. always seemed to be harboring pain of some kind. Loneliness.. A pain they could only temporarily solve. And it would solve their hunger.
Or thats how it used to be.
Even now.. walking away from the private booth in the back.. they were even hungrier.
Every time they had walked away from these encounters. They had just gotten worse.. and worse.. and worse.. and even worse.
They even had to stop themself from nearly sinking their teeth into their own companion. Desires were not as base as one would think.. and Milo had always stressed this to his contractees. But that desire was filtered. Something boiled down. Lack of flavor. But they were desperate. Desperate for something. Anything to curb this raging hunger.
The only taste that they craved.. had been from their friend. That taste so unique to them. That was enough to throw their rationale out the window and blue screen as they wanted them all for themself. Their 'best friend' .. they were disgusting. Haunting them and ruining them. The same thing they had done before. It was only so long before they'd slip through their fingers forever.. wouldn't it? They wanted to respect them. For them as a being.. Not for the urge they had as a Cubus.
It was making their head hurt. They wanted to fucking rip the damn room apart along with all the beings in the damn room.. by now.. Surely his companion had left. Maybe to go sulk about getting his 'friend time' ruined. Hopefully finding someone to hang out with. He wanted to talk about something.. and Milo didn't even give him a chance.
"You |ook |ike you're about ready to bust a gasket cherry boy. Best coo| it or some of these too|s are gonna take it as a cha||enge."
That rough voice hit his ears and they snapped their head up to meet his eyes. The olive was here? They quickly scanned his body.. surely.. there was evidence of blood. Yes. There was... he has tried to wipe it off. Still sunk into that leather jacket of his and smeared across his face. Milo could barely make out the hue this time..
"☆The only one challenging me right now is you.☆"
Riaske stared. Squinting.. Milo was the one person of their group Riaske understood.. and Milo was keenly aware. Two spawns..
One of Lust. One of envy.
"I think you know I'm not.. since we know nothing wou|d be gained. I'm simp|y offering.. some advice."
Milo scoffed.. the younger demon.. offering help?
"☆ What do you possibly think you can help with? ☆"
Silence.. They watch him reach for his glass. Full of straight tequila.. Even thinking about it made Milo cringe. Gross.
"I know I can sme|| jea|ousy... when I sense it... And I think you know where it's stemming from."
"☆....☆"
"Youre going to make it worse. Digging yourse|f deeper in a ho|e |ike this."
"☆Then.. What do you *think* I should do? Act on it?☆"
Milo hissed out. Aggravated at how simply the olive blood had put it..
"Yes. Before you never get the chance again.. before you |ose your chance forever.. and your worry becomes a rea|ity. "
That shot them. Struck them. Hurt.. It fucking hurt. Milo had hardly noticed how Riaske roughly shoved the person in the seat next to them off their barstool.. the sound of glass shattering.. and some aggravated words..
"Cmon. |ets keep chatting Mi|o.. I have a fee|ing.. you want to keep ta|king."
