Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?
monster asks.
Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?
chaos.
watching the occasional businessman pack up his suitcase where everything has a place, pens have slots, papers have clips and folders and sticky notes … it makes his skin crawl.
watching a mother of a toddler with a diaper bag stuffed full of what-the-hell-ever a person that tiny could need for a 30 minute trip to the park all in the right pockets and hidden compartments … it gives him migraines.
— but …
put him on a raging dance floor with a thousand sweating bodies and gyrating hips and he’ll find a home.
put him on an airplane and push him out with his parachute only halfway on and he’ll scream out thank you sir may i have another?!
don’t expect his home to ever be cleaned spotless … or to be able to see his floor past all the paints and drop cloths and ink stains. ( he’s sanitary enough to keep his station clean at the tattoo parlor, okay? what the fuck more do you want? )