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( Hello! I'm sorry for sending this in but I wish to drop Zero Two from Darifura. On hindsight, I am unsure if she is fitting for the settings. )

Zero Two has been dropped for you!- Mod Humerus

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〔 ZERO TWO 〕 @strelitzero // beyond the veil ; lust.

—✕ █ ▌He's not much interest in the patrons of the club. Perhaps there may come a MOMENT in time when his resolve wears and he demands a longing for peace, but for now, punishment is accepted with good grace and resignation. He deserves a life in Hell; why would he take pleasures that are offered? All he wants is a chance to REDEEM himself one final time.

That being said, these sort of establisments are REMARKABLE in squeezing out information and making deals. Perhaps it is even one of the safest places in this afterlife, if the Madame's rumoured ironclad fist is any INDICATION.

❝Hey kid,❞ Loghain grumbles from beneath the club's neon lit signage. ❝You don't look like the TYPE to be found here.❞ He can't help but wonder if he does.

#strelitzero #strelitzero o1.#starter tag.#ic tag.#lust tag.#( I hope you don't mind this out of the blue thing!! )

⚜ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈.

Orion doesn’t eat honey. It’s not only that it isn’t vegan, that isn’t why --- he simply can’t stand its saccharine, sticky taste. That’s right, it tastes sticky to him. But maybe he can’t be entirely blamed for his absolute distaste for bee vomit.

Apparently, many many years ago, before he or any of his memorable ancestors were born, the bee species had gone near-extinct, to near-disastrous consequences. And so, to prevent this from occurring full-scale, in short, the ever-wise and all-seeing Council members had heavily discouraged the consumption of honey, rather common at the time, which was produced by bees. So all in all, Orion believed, eating honey was an exercise in utter pointlessness. It served nary a purpose to Nature at large and it tasted terrible.

This is precisely why he is in such awe as he watches this girl utterly drench --- no, perhaps saturate is a far better term --- her meat in it. Sweet food can be good... in small doses. But there is absolutely nothing about the meal she is about to partake of that can be seen as ‘a small dose.’ He leans back against what he perhaps foolishly considers to be an ordinary wall, folding his arms and shifting his weight onto his left leg when he speaks.

“You are aware that your condiment of choice contains... a rather high amount of fructose, am I correct?” He pursed his lips, gaze quite fully trained on the pink-haired’s plate. “You don’t appear to be one struggling with this particular issue at present, otherwise I would remind you that consuming that kind of honey can result in tremendous weight gain for someone of your biology.” Wait. He’s being mean. That sounded mean, didn’t it. He’s gotta watch that.

“I would be saying that in a...” he backtracked, flustering a bit, “concerned way, of course --- our virtually identical situations of being essentially forced to tough it out in Hell considered. I assume you’d want to leave this place, too.”

The words coming out of his mouth --- they were not mean, but they were not nice. Tough love. It was as close to mean that you could be without meaning to be mean at all. Or maybe it wasn’t... He could measure his failure by gauge of the response elicited, he figured.

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