#sporkgod

[frogprinceus-a]

@sporkgod

"So, you called me here to tell me something important. What is this? "

[reankouarchive]

@sporkgod

“Tell me a joke!” It’s come to the point where requests turned into demands rather quickly. Manabugetsu was his dealer, and he had the fix he so longingly craved. Fingers twiddled at the air eagerly, delighted at the thought of laughter to come.

[reankouarchive]

@sporkgod

“You’re back!”

What would be seen as an act of bizzarity for an old man was complacently normal for him to undergo, and Manabugetsu never seemed to take much of an issue with it. In fact, each seemed to find some sort of delight in each other’s freakish natures. That was part of the draw, he supposed. 

Once upon a time, the businessman’s entrance wouldn’t garner more than a glance. How time changes things. From a silly figure of entertainment to a precious person. How adored his vileness and cruel nature. How he craved those gentle touches. He knew exactly of the other’s nature and intentions. In a way, it reminded him of the Countess.  He knew that this person was not capable of genuine love. But since when did that ever matter?

How Edward craved affection. How he craved that sensation of being. Collect them. Adore them. Live for them. Kill for them. Most were trapped within the confines of the catacombs, but Manabugetsu has a more crafty tongue than that. 

Tell me you love me. 

The reaper climbed over his desk and flopped onto his back, arms flailing with excitement.

“You’ve got something good for me riiiight?~! Please tell me you do!” he cackled.