

“You, I like. All of you.”

“Kinda in the process with one right now. And I was close with the one from back Home but…that’s really it.”

“Well, I haven’t slept with a lot of the 000s. But as long as they’re tight and fun, it’s all good to me.”

“It’s a slow morning. Why the factor not.”
“Um… well, it’s a bit late, but… yes. I suppose that couldn’t hurt. Be courteous to Megumi, or try to avoid him altogether,” he purses his lips, grabbing to and leaning on the other’s arm.
“Promise you’re not planning anything dastardly?” he attempts to lean all the closer. “I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
“I’d rather avoid. He’d probably get really factoring pissed just from seeing me.” He shrugged, letting the other lean against him, but starting to lean a little away the closer he got. “Promise, promise! Let’s just go already.”

“Mmm—I don’t really want to hurt him, though, I think. Just make him suffer a little bit,” he giggles at the lick, a bit ticklish. “True, I am a bit chilled, and you a bit warm. Icy to numb the pain, and hot to relax it away, right?” he started another giggling fit, before making the catchphrase a bit more relevant—digging little teeth deep into the Game Master’s neck, licking barely bleeding wounds afterward. “Well, anything with me is true perfection, and you are a nice addition, hm~?”
A hiss and a small growl, digging the nails of his left hand in against the Composer’s ribs. “|Perfection|^2, then.” He doubted even the two of them could really take the Angel out anyways. Even if it kinda was a nice thought. He pressed his mouth over Joshua’s for a moment, fingers trailing back down along the curve of the paler’s hipbone and slowly stretching towards their end goal.
(Source: shocahtoa)
Well…I like ‘living’. So… I’m fine with just seeing it. I won’t step into it, kinda don’t want my guts subtracted from my body.
Seeing it is all I really want anyways.Alright, good! You probably deserve to, anyways—I mean, my Producer and Conductor have seen it, and you’re our only reliable Game Master. Heehee.
So, when do you want to come over, Mister ‘Moto?
Can we go now? Y’know, before you subtract all this guilt from your system and I get factored over by it.

shocahtoa said: If you really feel that bad, let me into the Throne Room. I want to factoring see it, even for just one iota of a moment.
I… I can’t. I can’t let you in there. For your own safety’s sake—you take one step into the throneroom, I will gut you where you stand. But… if you just want to see it, I could let you look—you’ve already made it past the Dead God’s Pad, so I could just open the doors at the end of the tunnel afterward, and let you look in.
But… for both our sake, you must promise not to step past the sewer and into the center.

Well…I like ‘living’. So…I’m fine with just seeing it. I won’t step into it, kinda don’t want my guts subtracted from my body.
Seeing it is all I really want anyways.