May 1, 2012
Raven, control your child's plaything, it's making a show of itself.
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Raven, control your child's plaything, it's making a show of itself.
simplymystique replied to your post: I never did find out if you liked sweet things or not. Care for a meringue?
Oh? I suppose we can see if that changes with time and trials. /Hands him one/
<He looks at it for a moment, the dessert pale in comparison to the bright red of his hand.>
You made these?
<Using his finger and thumb, Azazel broke off part of the meringue, placing it in his mouth out of curtsey to Raven. He could smell the sugar from here, the sweetness almost too much as it touched his tongue, though the ancient mutant swallowed it, enjoying the after taste.>
Not bad.
simplymystique replied to your post: You’re from a different from everyone else and you’re red. Since you look like a demon anyways, why don’t you try playing incubus for the next 24 hours? I hope you don’t clothes!
What if I force clothes on you? Does that work? /Attempts/
<Bats them away with a hand and frowns playfully.>
Instead of clothes, why not force yourself on me?
<Tail coils around her wrist.>
violenttendencies replied to your post: You’re from a different from everyone else and you’re red. Since you look like a demon anyways, why don’t you try playing incubus for the next 24 hours? I hope you don’t clothes!
Should I…Uhh… Get mom?
Shhh. It's rude to tell tales, pup.
/She huffs and wraps her arms around his waist, pressing gently against him from the back./ It's cold. Give me some of your heat.
He feels a pair of slender arms snake around his waist and a smooth blue cheek press against his back. He knew the cheek was blue, because no one else would dare to touch him like that aside from Mystique.
"I may be red, but that doesn't mean I ooze heat, Raven." Azazel grumbled in reply. Slowly turning to face the blue mutant, his blue eyes meeting her yellow ones. "Feeling vulnerable?" He asked, an eyebrow raised to her child-like tone.
simplymystique replied to your post: I’m going to start preparing a few things. Pop by any time you want. Just— avoid the tables. All of them.
I’m on break and I’ll be using my resting period as I please, even if it means playing house. I /happen/ to like to cook.
Hmph.
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simplymystique replied to your post: Do you have time to spare at the moment?
I need to talk to you. I realized, yesterday, that I don’t think I ever quite said it out loud. I rather just be blunt and honest with you. /Purses her lips into a small frown./ …Come to my room. We’ll have some privacy there at least.
If you were anything but blunt and honest, I would have to assume that another shape shifter had taken your form and was posing as you.
<He notes the frown, but doesnt comment on it. Simply offering her a faint and subtle nod.>
So be it. Lead the way.