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In which you find yourself having a rare peaceful moment with one of the SF Brother's. (black X reader : Nagamob/NagaMafiaTale) Continuation of, Cat and Mouse, read after, Feathers and Claws.
"I FEEL AS IF YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TRYING THIS TIME, MOUSE. IT WAS RATHER DISAPPOINTING."
You were sat outside in the back of a cute rustic little cafe, sipping a drink while you looked over a wooden railing to view the Ebbot River below. Vines swayed above as they dangled from the patio's beams, matching the lush growth around the river's edge. Shimmering ledges of cascading water gave you a sense of calm.
At the familiar voice, you simply took a deep inhale of breath. Your chair was cushioned and the view favorable, so you opted not to reply as you took another sip of your drink and waited for your pastry to arrive. At this point, you knew none of the Snakes would hurt you anyway. They simply enjoyed the game.
Black, to his credit, seemed just as nonchalant as you felt, the purple of his scales gliding smoothly up and around your area as he settled next to you. You knew if he decided to lounge, he would be closer to your height while you sat, but the Naga remained fully upright. Then, with hands naturally at parade rest behind him, he pretended to peer down at the water below.
It was quiet between the two of you as you waited, time dragging on with each chirp of a bird. The longer you sat, the more patches of light peeked through the foliage above to glint off the deep colors of Black's scales. You couldn't help but watch as they sparkled with each minor expanse of his breath. It was vexingly pretty…
With a great put upon sigh, you tilted your head back and turned to look up at your looming companion. For as beautiful as the day was, it was hard to relax when he radiated such stiff tension.
"You can't possibly be comfortable like that."
He didn't move, but the flash of his eyelight glanced your way. "I AM COMFORTABLE ENOUGH, CONSIDERING."
"Considering I walked off again, or that you are not acquainted with this establishment?"
There was a huff, the edges of Black's shark-like teeth ticking upward. "DOES IT MATTER?"
"It does if you're going to ruin the mood."
Glancing at the cafe doors, a brief flicker of annoyance passed with the realization you probably wouldn't be getting your pastry either, so long as Black remained on guard. Black used that moment to finally move, arms coming around to cross at his front as he turned and bent just enough to hit you with a raised socket.
"I'M SORRY. IS MY PRESENCE AN INCONVENIENCE FOR YOU?"
You were tired. Tired of being afraid and smart enough to have realized you didn't have to be. You didn't know why these monsters were so obsessed with making your life harder, but it was time to return the favor.
With the best teasing grin you could muster, you leaned up to match his gaze. You could feel the skin crinkle at the edges of your eyes.
"You? Never. But your looming has scared away all the staff, and it would have been nice to have shared my pastry with you." Lowering yourself, you deliberately faced forward with an overly dramatic sigh. "A shame. I heard they were some of the best."
Chancing a sideways peak, you happened to catch a glimpse of glowing purple before Black righted himself to fidget with his cuffs and tie. It gave you great pleasure to note that he couldn't seem to look at you, but your lingering smile soon fell as you let another real sigh pass your lips.
"It's the little things, you know? We should all be able to relax and enjoy the sun..."
Pain pulled at your soul. The water was truly a peaceful sight to behold, and it was only a matter of time until your little bout of freedom would be over.
You had thought this would be the end of it. Sit a few more minutes in peace, then willingly follow Black back into the chaos. But surprisingly, the coils near and around you twitched, slowly spreading to almost deflate next to you. It was even more surprising when Black lowered himself carefully down into them. You couldn't tell if he was relaxing or if the way he draped was more in defeat. It was the first time you had seen his face show anything other than a tight grin or smirk. Many things passed over him before he settled with a slight frown.
"YOU… INTRIGUE ME. DESPITE EVERYTHING, YOU…" He ran a hand down his face, sinking lower into his coils. "IT'S NO WONDER THAT ARROGANT FOOL FROM SWAP PLAYED SO DIRTY."
You stared, moving to lean on the arm of your chair as the river was fully forgotten. For some reason, you were having a hard time keeping the smile off your face. From what little you knew of him, Black didn't seem the type to be so open.
"Oh~"
He grimaced, lulling his skull to look you over. "DON'T GET SO COCKY, I'M NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN. I'M ONLY ALLOWING THIS," he waved a clawed hand, "BECAUSE RUS IS NO DOUBT HANDLING THINGS NEARBY."
You giggled. It was cute seeing a normally stoic person pout. You wanted to say something more, but didn't know quite what. Instead, you let the quiet peace resume so you could contemplate. There was a lot to unpack from such few words.
Eventually, however, you decided to risk rubbing a hand delicately down the smooth scales of a coil, giving it a gentle pat, then slowly bringing it back to rest upon the warm surface.
"You know… Sometimes I wonder how differently things would have gone if I had taken your offer back then."
Something danced at the edges of Black’s eyelights, the volume and harshness of his voice becoming oddly soft. "I WOULDN'T ADMIRE NOR RESPECT YOU NEARLY AS MUCH IF YOU HAD."
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The sun was shining, birds were singing, and for the first time in a long time, things felt like they would be okay.
Summary: Razz, the heir of the Beobyrian Empire, is on his way home from a diplomatic mission as his ship gets attacked by pirates. Suddenly he finds himself taken as hostage, and it doesn’t seem like the pirates are planning to exchange him for a ransom anytime soon.
How annoying.
The queen was still sleeping soundly when Red woke up. While he found himself slightly surprised, it wasn’t really a surprise. After the ordeal the day before anyone would be exhausted. Razz was sleeping curled in blankets at the caboose floor, in front of the eternally burning fire and Red felt a soft smile creep its way onto his face. He felt warm inside. Blinking in surprise as he realized it, he turned it into his usual grin. Also, Razz – when the fuck had the His Imperial Majesty become Razz?
Grillby was moving around the caboose, breakfast almost done. The elemental only nodded to Red as he came in, flames flickering in the direction of the princess and captain on the floor. He and his brother had taken turns sleeping in their own cabins and keeping an eye socket on them during the night, but while it had been Fell’s shift since sunrise he had obviously left now. Probably as soon as Grillby showed up, to do his work as quartermaster. So dutiful.
He gave Undyne a kick in the side.
“ey, fishface, wake up,” he called out, receiving a half-awake growl in return. He grinned, and went over to the other.
Kneeling in front of the ruler of Beobyra he softly shook him. There was some mumbling. Gathering a thick blanket into his arms, Razz turned his back to him, muttering quietly. Red chuckled and shook him again.
“hey, time ta get up, majesty,” he said, and slowly Razz’s sockets opened. “breakfast’s soon.”
The other looked quite rested even though he’d slept on the floor. Something Red was willing to bet a hundred gold he’d never done before in his life. As he yawned, letting go of the blankets to stretch out his arms, Red realized he looked like a tired kitten. Adorable.
The sound of fizzling pans and crackling fire accompanied the floorboards’ creaking as the newly awakened moved to sit up. The sun shone brightly on the sky, even if they couldn’t see in in here, and the wind was fresh. It was going to be a good day, Red knew it. Especially as the queen smiled sleepily at him. Then Razz blinked, and his sockets widened as he gazed down at himself. Scrambling with the blankets to cover up his body, he sent a glare at Red. He snorted, but obliged and turned his gaze over to where Grillby was working at the stove, completely uninterested in what was going on between them. Or at least very good at pretending he wasn’t interested, which Red knew was far more likely. The ship cook had three great loves in his life; his sister, treasure, and knowledge. Knowledge is power, as both Grillby and Boss liked to say.
Once Razz gave him clears that he could look back, he had to hold in his laughter. Every inch of royal bone between the feet and the clavicle was covered in blankets, held together by two clutching hands above the sternum.
“ya know i saw ya ‘n underclothes when i helped ya with th’ corset, right?” he asked, feeling the corners of his mouth twitch.
The only reply was another glare. Razz stood up, making sure his legs were completely covered and smoothing out the blankets for extra security. Or grace. One could never know with royalty. Smirking, Red nodded in agreement to his own thoughts. Royals were a species of their own, he had come to find the past weeks.
“I NEED TO GET DRESSED,” Razz said, and Red tilted his head at the statement before he realized it was a subtle demand for him to show the way back to the cabin. Of course, the queen had no idea where in the ship they were.
“sure thing, majesty,” he agreed, waving for the other to follow.
With a huff, probably at being ordered around even while it was because of a favour, Razz followed him. Red’s leather boots and the other’s bare feet clicked against the ground as they went through the hallways. They met a few crewmembers, who nodded toward him and threw amused gazes at the empress. Still, with a warning gaze from him they didn’t comment or annoy the royal.
Soon they reached the door to Razz’s cabin, still unlocked. He grinned at the other, and leaned toward the wall.
“well, majesty, i’ve got news for ya,” he said, crossing his arms and legs. Razz didn’t say anything, just nodded and stared at him, inviting him to speak. Yet, he waited. He chuckled as the other’s expression turned impatient, and only then did he continue. “’dyne ‘n’ my bro said yer welcome ta join us ‘n’ th’ crew a’ meals. if ya want, tha’ is, ‘n’ ya promise not ta act ‘n a way upsettin’ ta th’ crew. most o’ them ‘ave lost somethin’ or someone ta th’ empire, ya know.”
Seeming to mull this over, Razz nodded slowly. A small smile became visible, and his shoulders sagged.
“I WILL HONOUR YOU WITH MY PRESENCE.” There was a pause. “THANK YOU.”
Red laughed softly, and nodded once. Turning his head to look at the ceiling, he smiled.
“then get dressed. breakfast'll start ‘n a few minutes.”
Once Razz came back out he wore what he must believe a ‘simple’ ivory dress with a few red elements. He seemed much calmer now when he was properly covered. Held his head higher. Red snorted. Apparently, his brother wasn’t wrong when he said clothes could do a lot to one’s confidence. Nodding at the other, he gestured for him to come with him. As they walked through the hallways of Sarynthia they didn’t speak much, yet the silence didn’t feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the fact that Razz, despite how he stretched and muttered about his back hurting, didn’t seem as hostile anymore.
Hadn’t for a while, really. Weirdly enough. One would think being kidnapped wouldn’t be a basis to build any kind of relationship on, but apparently this seduction-shit was working.
Rowdy laughter reached them a good bit way from the dinner room. As always everyone seemed to be in a good mood for meals. Razz blinked, and frowned lightly, before his expression smoothed out. He seemed slightly tense. With a reassuring smile toward the other, Red opened the door and allowed the empress to step in first as they reached the door. He received a nod in thanks.
Silence fell abruptly as Razz’s first heel clicked against the floorboards. Everyone’s eyes were on him. Despite the tautness in his posture, Razz simply stepped in. Not an emotion was visible. Nothing but collected calmness. It was almost creepy. Such complete neutrality seemed almost inhumane to the pirate. Following the other, Red made sure to glare at the crewmembers to let them know that they weren’t allowed to be stupid. Even though Fell and Undyne undoubtedly had already commanded them to behave. He made his way over to his usual seat opposite of his brother, grabbed a loaf of bread and patted the chair someone had put between him and Grillby. With a nod, Razz sat down.
For a few seconds, he seemed to wait for something. Then realization apparently dawned on him and he shrugged tensely, reaching over the table to grab an apple and some salted meat. One of their last apples. It wasn’t exactly fresh anymore, but Razz bit down without hesitation and seemed to savour the taste. Impressive, for a royal. Then again, Red guessed it had to be taken into consideration that Razz had lived on the same diet as them for quite a while now and couldn’t afford to be finicky.
Slowly, everyone returned to their own food. Even if spiteful or simply curious glances were thrown Razz’s way a lot. Amanda, who sat next to Red, leaned over him and smirked as she watched the empress carefully cut the salted meat into small pieces before putting them into his mouth.
“Really, Your Majesty?” she chuckled. The crew had been told about the death of the King only the day before. That they weren’t holding the Crown Princess hostage anymore – they were holding the Empress. Said royal threw her an unamused gaze as he ate another bit, chewing slowly and very throughout. “We’re not in the goddamn palace right now. You don’t have to eat like its dinner with the queen.”
“IT IS,” Razz replied blankly, staring her straight into the eyes without blinking. “EXCEPT THAT IT’S BREAKFAST. I AM THE QUEEN. YOU ARE ALL HAVING BREAKFAST WITH THE QUEEN.”
“’t’s an expression, majesty,” Red pointed out, grinning and biting down on his loaf. The other responded by rolling his eyelights and snorting.
“I KNOW, RED. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?” he added, smiling sweetly first at Red and then at Amanda, who frowned in surprise and confusion at the sudden mood change. Putting down his fork and knife, Razz nodded. “SHE’S RIGHT. SCREW THIS. WHO THE FUCK CARES? THIS IS A GODDAMN PIRATE SHIP.”
Everyone stared in shock at the empress’ small fit. Even more so when he stabbed the meat violently with the fork. Razz lifted the entire thing to his mouth, and with his fangs tore off a big chunk, chewing quickly and swallowing. The entire time he was basically emotionless, except for a small twitch of the corner of his mouth that might be a smirk. Not for one second did he break eye contact with Amanda.
Red gaped. Then he let out a giggle, which turned into chuckles, and he clutched his stomach as it hurt from the force of his laughter. As he glanced up at Razz through his tears he saw the other smirking in triumph.
Goddamn fucking stars. Not even Red’s filed teeth were sharp enough to do that to dried and salted meat. That stuff was tougher than leather.
After a few moments, a tingling laugh came from Amanda as well, and even Grillby chuckled. Soon most of the crew joined in, and the atmosphere immediately seemed lighter as loud laughter bounced between the walls.
“GOOD JOB, YOUR MAJESTY,” Fell commented from the other side of the table as soon as everyone had calmed down a bit. He was grinning widely and chuckling. Leaning forward in his chair, he put his elbows on the table, and nodded appreciatingly. His tone was amused and fond. “PUT THESE UNCIVILIZED RUFFIANS IN THEIR PLACE.”
The crew called out in mock-irritation and affront, especially as Undyne nodded in agreement. Fell simply raised an eyebrow at them.
“CAN YOU DENY IT?” he asked, cocking his head, upon which many narrowed their eyes but kept grinning. “I’M EVEN MORE OF A GUTTERSNIPE THAN MOST OF YOU. I GET TO CALL YOU THAT.”
Chuckling at his brother’s antics, Red studied the empress. He seemed quite confused, but with the light smile, relaxed posture and even now triumphant gaze in his sockets, he seemed to be doing good.
“ya ok?” he asked anyway, taking another bite. Razz did the same from his apple, and after a moment he nodded slowly. His shoulders were low and he leaned slightly to the side where he sat.
In that very moment Jester called from down the table, “How do you feel about jokes, Your Majesty? Is there any punalty for telling them at the Court?”
“MY FATHER AND BROTHER HATE THEM, ALMOST BELIEVE THEM IMPUNE AND AN OFFENCE TO THE MOTHER GODDESS, BUT I HAVE A WHOLE PUNDLE OF THEM,” Razz replied without a moment of hesitance and after a short moment of processing, Jester was howling in laughter. Red blinked in disbelief before joining in. He had not expected that. The crewmembers who had heard his effortless reply laughed as well, and Red grinned. Perhaps Razz could fit in well enough, after all.
Razz couldn’t help the grin on his face as he left the dinner room together with Red. It was wonderful to meet other people again, even if they were savage sea criminals. Just… being surrounded by other things than wood and the lapping of waves was brilliant. He felt a bit sad over being locked into the cabin again, back to silence and solitude except for Red’s visits. Yet, he didn’t feel like thinking too much about that now. He wanted to fully enjoy the company he had gotten.
That was honestly one of the things he missed the most about the Court, except his family and freedom. The fact that he never truly was alone. There was always a courtier, servant or guard close and ready to come at a clearing of his throat, a gesture or the ringing of a bell. Even in the darkest hours of night.
As they left the room, he threw a glance over his shoulder. Undyne and Fell were whispering to each other, before the skeleton nodded and stood up. The chair scraped against the floor, making Razz wince at the sound, before the quartermaster walked toward them. Gesturing for Razz and Red to follow him, Fell made his way into the hallway. Razz couldn’t help but feel slightly curious. What did the other want?
“GOOD NEWS, YOUR MAJESTY,” Fell said as soon as they’d gotten a bit away from the dinner room and the crew. He leaned toward the wall, grinning sharply. “THE CAPTAIN AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT THIS WENT WELL. YOU WILL BE ALLOWED OUT OF YOUR CABIN. AT FIRST ONLY IN THE COMPANY OF RED, MYSELF, UNDYNE OR ANOTHER TRUSTED MEMBER OF THE CREW. BUT IT IS NOT IMPOSSIBLE THAT YOU WILL GET TO WALK FREE ON OUR SHIP EVENTUALLY.”
Blinking, Razz’s felt his sockets widen. He wasn’t sure he had heard right. After trying not to let his smile grow wider, he gave up and beamed at the quartermaster. It was kind of pathetic how grateful he felt, but now he really didn’t care. He had already given up his table manners for these pirates, he might as well.
“REALLY?” he asked, to make sure. Receiving a single nod in return, he had to put a hand on the wall and brace himself so he wouldn’t sag in relief. Thank the Mother he wouldn’t have to be alone all the time again. Red’s company was nice, very pleasant, but only meeting one single person wasn’t.
Red grinned widely at him, crimson eyelights shining brightly. He seemed happy for Razz. The thought warmed Razz’s soul. Chuckling, Red exchanged a gaze with his brother, before turning to him.
Razz felt a pang in his soul, felt it skip a beat, at the easy closeness between the other two. He had never really had the chance to get such a relationship with his own brother, even if he loved Slim very much. And he missed him. They’d already been apart for six weeks before the kidnapping due to his diplomatic business in Waeldé. Razz wasn’t sure how long it was now. A memory from the forgotten nightmare of yesterday flashed through his mind. Shaking his head, he focused his eyelights on Red’s face to forget. Seeming to sense his slight distress, the pirate turned back to him with a grin.
“Wanna make use o’ yer freedom? i don’ ‘ave any work ta do fer a couple hours.” As Fell sent him a slight glare, which made Razz smirk slightly, he corrected himself. “nothin’ tha’ can’t wait.”
Without hesitation, Razz gave his answer.
“YES. I DO.”
But of course, if he was going to be on display for the crew like that, he’d have to be dressed properly. Breakfast clothes and promenade clothes were not the same, which he told the pirates. Especially in the winter. Red only shook his head, apparently amused for some reason. Fell, on the other hand, just nodded thoughtfully. There was an odd look on the quartermaster’s face as he did, but Razz decided not to dwell on it. He had a dress to choose.
Wearing a thick, pink promenade dress and a yellow fur coated cape Razz emerged from his cabin. Getting the dress on by his own had been a hassle, but he was determined. He was also wearing padded, yellow spider silk gloves. Red grinned appreciatingly as he appeared, making Razz smile. Being admired was always so nice, be it for his talents or for his wondrous looks.
They made their way up on deck, into the shining sun. The winds hitting his face were icy and cold, making him very grateful that he had chosen a winter coat. Of course he could handle freezing temperatures; he was Beobyrian, but that didn’t mean he didn’t prefer to be properly clothed for it. It was always for the best. Every single year, without exception, parts of his people froze to death in the meters deep snow and ice. Not that the temperature was anywhere near that point here and now, but he still shivered slightly when he saw sailors working dressed only in shirts.
Red nodded for him to lead the way, and he walked out on the deck. Razz received a couple whistles and cheeky gazes and comments from the crew, and he glared viciously. It may be so that he appreciated people who understood he was gorgeous, but that kind of attention was very much unwanted. He sighed in relief as Red yelled at them to “at least fuckin’ pretend yer civilized!”.
He’d do it himself – even in a dress like this one he was more than capable of beating them up if no one cheated and used magic – but too much was at risk. He had no wish to be forbidden to leave the cabin again.
The pirate walked only a step behind him and kept glancing at his clothes, at his gloves. Chuckling, Razz slowed down and let the other walk next to him instead. He swung a little extra with his hands. The silk shimmered in the sunlight.
It was obvious now that the street rat next to him had an appreciation for fine things. His badly hidden near-worship-like reaction at wearing one of Razz’s dresses had made that obvious. With another chuckle, he studied through the corner of his socket how Red made his best not to stare at especially the fur and silk. Which he failed miserably. It was like luring a fly in with honey.
With a quick movement, Razz allowed his hand to brush against Red. Just briefly, just enough for the other to feel it. The pirate froze for a short second, but otherwise didn’t react. Their walk over the deck continued and Razz’s heels clicked against the wooden planks. With his other hand, he gathered the buckle of his cape in his fist and lifted, covering his face in fur. With his mouth now concealed in the snow fox coats, he grinned.
He did it again, and again. This was a funny game. Probably the most fun he’d had for weeks. Almost since he left Thyragård. Because honestly, except for the wild race he and Princi Zephal of Waeldé had had in the Great Forest, diplomatic missions weren’t exactly entertaining.
Suddenly, Red’s expression turned from confused and slightly unnerved to determined. Before Razz could react on that, a calloused, cold hand intertwined with his gloved, warm one. He blinked, shocked, but didn’t pull away. It felt… good. Red grinned nervously at him. Blinking again, Razz realized his sockets were wide and mouth slightly open. He closed it with a clack. Glancing down at their hands – because they were holding hands, he wasn’t sure how to react to that but he didn’t mind it exactly – he felt a smile appear. It was sincere.
Red’s shoulders sagged and the grip around Razz’s phalanges eased slightly, became softer. The other’s nervous grin turned softer as well. They stared at into each other’s sockets for a short while, unsure how to proceed.
Then, a loud, jarring wolf whistle cut through the air. Reminding them that they were not alone. Like it burned, Razz let go off the other, gathering both his hands behind his back instead. Red’s cheeks flushed crimson, and Razz breathed deeply to fight down his own purple blush. Glaring over at the direction the whistle had come from, he turned just in time to see a laughing woman being hit over the head by Septimus. Hard, it seemed from the smack echoing over deck, but she only rubbed the back of her head and kept grinning.
Razz straightened his back and glared into the sky. Sent away a quick prayer to the Mother for mercy. May She save him from these savages. Without another word, he continued his walk, Red following soon behind.
Carai Zalû was here. The Moon’s Carnival. It was celebrated during the winter solstice, the longest night of the year. As Razz ate breakfast with the crew, the atmosphere had been excited, almost jolly. The celebrations would start as soon as the moon rose, he was told by Undyne. Until the feast, after the holy rites. They were sacred and forbidden for non-believers so see. Therefore, Razz would be forced to stay inside his cabin all afternoon, but it would only be a couple hours. He could stay on deck until after lunch. Then Fell recommended him to sleep; the celebrations would go on until sunrise.
Razz only nodded. He spent the morning on deck, and the afternoon sleeping. Then he got up and made himself ready for the celebrations. Peosana had been a part of the Empire only a few years ago, so his education had until recently included the traditions of the country. He knew that during Carai Zalû it was traditional to wear white and silver. At least for those who could afford it.
Luckily, he did have an unused, white dress with him. There hadn’t been as many occasions to wear dresses in Waeldé as he had expected, due to them being outside a lot. Waeldé was practically only deep forests, and therefore most everyone wore trousers all the time. Dresses would only get stuck in bushes and branches. Even more luckily, this was a dress he believed he could get on without help, and which did not require a corset to look good on someone without a stomach.
The dress was beautiful. A long, twirly skirt. Beneath it a thousand underskirts had to be worn, especially to keep the warmth in, but the skirt would be able to twirl anyway. High waist, up on his ribs. A lovely, complicated silver broidery covering the chest. Even if the chest wouldn’t be visible: that’s where the coat came in. He did not have a white or silver coat, but he did have wonderfully rose red one. Not fitting for the occasion, but the finest he had with him. It was a hooded coat which would be buttoned over his chest, going down over his midriff and then parting at the pelvis. Wide sleeves. Every edge was covered in the whitest mink fur, and it was buttoned up over his throat.
After putting white, padded gloves on as well as a silver circlet, which was one of the few he had been allowed to keep, Razz found his look complete. Studying himself in the window, which was quite easy as the sky was beginning to darken, he turned around so he could see every part of himself. He grinned. Perfection. He felt quite proud over it, too. This had been done by him, and him alone. No maids to help him out, to dress him. It was too bad he had no idea how to put on makeup, though. He didn’t have time to learn either. That would’ve made it even better. Nevertheless, he looked marvellous.
Just as he had packed his flute and violin into their cases, it knocked on the door. He called for them to come in, and it opened. No clattering of a key this time; it had been left unlocked in exchange for a solemn oath not to leave without someone getting him first.
Red stepped in, and froze in the door. Grinning at him, Razz twirled once and held out his arms.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK?” he asked eagerly. Red swallowed once, ending his staring to look Razz into the eyes. He smiled.
“yer beautiful, majesty,” he replied, almost breathless. “th’ loveliest i’ve seen.”
Razz’s soul skipped a beat, and he felt a small, light purple blush bloom on his cheeks. Laughing softly, he nodded in thanks. He was very hot already, wearing winter clothing inside, but at Red’s words and the earnest light in his sockets, he felt another kind of warmth inside his ribcage.
Red stepped to the side, holding the door open for him. Gesturing at the hallway, his grin turned slightly cheeky as he jokingly offered his arm to Razz.
“shall we go, my queen?”
Razz was technically not Red’s queen since Peosana had left, and it should be him leading the other; he was of the highest rank. Yet he found himself not caring about the breach in protocol. Razz nodded, stepping forward and taking the other’s arm, beaming.
You mention a SF Grillby in one of your posts can you tell us more about him?
This is the red version
-He wears a west suit, and he has an aura of sophisticated madness. His outfit is always on point, and it reminds you of a victorian lord. Lots of frills and details. And he always wears gloves. Instead of glasses, he wears a monacle.
-His voice is deep and suave. He’s incredibly charming when he wants to be. And even though he flirts a lot, he’s not as perverted as underfell grillby. Lying is almost too easy for him and he doesn’t notice when his stories and memories change as he tells them.
-He laughs a lot, especially during fights. It’s deep and evil, and quite frankly makes him seem unhinged.
-He’s not as crazy and over the top as his swap counterpart, but sometimes people can’t help but wonder if he’s any bit sane.
-He’s very sadistic and enjoys dragging out fights to make them longer. He knows that he can survive them, he wants to see how long it takes to break the other monster.
