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((@Eli: Seriously, though. I sometimes mess up and change the character with a single letter. Someone's gonna end up kissing themselves, how confusing and contorted would that be? OoO ))

Gabriel tipped his head, bowing the upper half of his body with all the grace of a gentleman.

"But of course, milad--"

Howard mocked his English accent.

"But of course, milady, blah blah blah. Go find yourself a seat while I prepare something for all of us to eat."

Howard went into the kitchen muttering something about barlic and shoving it in an uncomfortable place as the door shut behind him. Gabriel sighed.

"Still as popular as ever, I see."

He took a seat at a table.

"Could at least learn to wear a shirt for once..."

He saw the figure with the chainsaw and smiled.

"Seems like an agreeable character, very happy..."

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"What's wrong? Oh yeah, that. Sorry 'bout that..."

Enra led Enta backwards towards the bed and let him sit first, leaning down and bringing their lips together once more as he leaned in, his arms supporting him by planting themselves on the bed on both sides of Enta.

Huffing, he tore off the wig with a disgusted expression, blue eyes like ice behind the thick toy frames. "You and I need to have a little talk, Stella." he said in a bitter tone.

"It's... It's alright..." The catboy breathed, as he leaned up into the next kiss. He wrapped his arms around Enra's shoulders for better leverage and to pull the taller boy closer.

His smile was a lie: a twisted leer in mocking of his usual beam. "Let's head upstairs for this... I wouldn't want to be crass." growled Gren, the fangs a sickeningly accurate accent.

MacPere opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, wishing to crawl under the table and hug his knees."Don't kill her..." he squeaked under his breath, barely audible to himself.

((And, of course, my boyfriend calls to ask for a delivery...Oi. Be back later.))

"I think you have already failed in that respect," Stella shot back, her head tilted toward the chainsaw buried in the wall. She walked briskly, more terrified than angry, as those thoughts from the long days in her office played through her head. Yes, Sibyl had tampered with them, but only in the way of amplifying their effects...every word that came into her mind was her own.

With a final glance to Sosol and Eli, she headed upstairs, walking past Gren without eye contact. This was likely going to hurt in more ways than one...

Sosol blinked, looking to Eli's expression...so much for relaying the news. This obviously wasn't the time.

"There... much better...?"

He spoke in moans when their lips changed positions. Enra's hands found Enta's, led themselves up the soft skin of his arms, then split in two different directions: to the back of his neck to pull him forward, opening his mouth, and back to the base of his tail, caressing it ever so slightly with his fingertips.

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Howard emerged from the kitchen with three huge platters balanced on both hands and his head.

"Hahh!"

With a flash of movement, he threw each platter to the counter so smoothly, not a sound was made.

"First platter, sausage pizza! Second platter, vegetable and chicken lasagna! Third platter, spaghetti and meatballs! EAT UP!"

With another swift movement, a set of plates was set at the end of the counter along with spoons and forks. Howard heaved deep breaths. This was his way of letting off steam, cooking and waiting on people.

He hesitated to do so, but he let his tongue slip out against Enta's as their mouths formed a wet chamber, playing with the opposite and giving him small pushes to show what was happening.