forum Parallel 9// Closed (stalkers welcome)

Started May 28, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Sherry grinned at her, tilting her head back a little. "What else brings you here?" Her mind was still a little fuzzy, both from the wine and Mara's power.

Mara shrugged. "Information. But who would I be if I wasn't seeking information?" She smiled mischievously. "And like I said before. Company. And the company I see before me is pretty good."

"Why thank you," Sherry responded with a bit of a smirk, her words still slurring.

Mara had been slowly leaning forward. She could feel Sherry's breath on her face. "You're welcome," she murmured, dangerously close to the other girl's face.

(it's good fam)

If anything, Azazel's slightly pompous tone only made Etho's disinterested look intensify. "And?" he asked, barely raising a brow as he waited for the other to say something that might at least make him worth the time. At this rate, the other just looked like a snack in a suit, and not even a good one. Looks aside, the overall vibe he was getting from the other was just making him want to finish his drink and leave

Asura’s irritation grew, and for a moment, he struggled to find words. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you,” he said, looking out over the balcony as he spoke. Ths is fine, he thought, exhaling slowly through his nose. Figuring people out isn’t always easy. Especially when it comes to people like him. You’ll get it.

(I apologize for such a trashy response)

(Lmao it’s fine, Azazel being triggered makes up for it lmao)

“And let me guess; You want something from me?” Etho drawled before taking a slow sip of his drink. He had half a mind to slip off the balcony to the safety of the actual railing should he irritate Azazel enough to convince him to take…drastic measures, but he didn’t particularly care enough to do so. Besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t catch himself

(Lmao it’s fine, Azazel being triggered makes up for it lmao)

“And let me guess; You want something from me?” Etho drawled before taking a slow sip of his drink. He had half a mind to slip off the balcony to the safety of the actual railing should he irritate Azazel enough to convince him to take…drastic measures, but he didn’t particularly care enough to do so. Besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t catch himself

Azazel shrugged. "Well what did you expect? This world doesn't exactly have a surplus of selfless people," he pointed out. Azazel looked the demon up and down for a second before meeting his eyes. "However, there are quite a few things I can offer you that not many can, if you help me."

“And what would that be, hm? I’m almost class five, hell, I should be considered it. What in the world could you offer me, other than a snack?” Etho hummed, pointedly running his tongue along his upper canines as he sized Azazel up. Granted, you couldn’t tell since his eyes were all black, but the intent was there

“Are you assuming I’m a lower class than you? How rude,” he huffed. “I’m at the same level as you, pretty boy. Close enough to class five I can almost taste it. And I think we can help each other get there.”

Etho cocked a brow at that. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. But suddenly, a dangerous grin spread across his face, and there was a strange sort of look about him—one that almost screamed danger. “Is that right?” he purred, leaning a little closer now. “Please, enlighten me. I believe your…input might have just become worthwhile to listen too,” he hummed, leaning in just enough to make the teasing growl in his voice more effective. If he was being honest, he just couldn’t help himself now. Should Azazel irritate him, he would make a fatal mistake—Etho loved eating high-class demons

Mara had been slowly leaning forward. She could feel Sherry's breath on her face. "You're welcome," she murmured, dangerously close to the other girl's face.

"So what do you plan to do now?" Sherry mumbled, leaning a little closer herself.

"Well, that all depends on how this conversation goes, doesn't it?" she asked. Her hand was traveling farther up Sherry's leg and was now on her thigh, at the hem of her dress.

"I suppose it does. Where were you thinking to take it?"

Etho cocked a brow at that. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. But suddenly, a dangerous grin spread across his face, and there was a strange sort of look about him—one that almost screamed danger. “Is that right?” he purred, leaning a little closer now. “Please, enlighten me. I believe your…input might have just become worthwhile to listen too,” he hummed, leaning in just enough to make the teasing growl in his voice more effective. If he was being honest, he just couldn’t help himself now. Should Azazel irritate him, he would make a fatal mistake—Etho loved eating high-class demons

Azazel took a slight step back. Not enough to put a lot of distance between them, but enough that he could keep an eye on Etho in case the demon decided to try anything dangerous. “Why don’t we talk somewhere more… private?” He suggested, voice lower than it was before.

"Of course," Etho hummed, grinning slyly as he pushed himself off of the balcony to land gracefully on his feet. His lanky form was more prominent now that he was standing, and there was a dangerous sort of air about him, like anyone else would be groveling at his feet by now

"Of course," Etho hummed, grinning slyly as he pushed himself off of the balcony to land gracefully on his feet. His lanky form was more prominent now that he was standing, and there was a dangerous sort of air about him, like anyone else would be groveling at his feet by now

“My place isn’t too far from here,” he said. “And it has much better drinks.” In his opinion, most of the alcohol at the nightclub was shit. “We’d have much more fun there.”

"I suppose I'll take you up on that," Etho hummed, smirking a bit at the last of Azazel's words. More fun? He was all sorts of open to fun, though his definition might not be the same as the other's