[the food here does weird things. that seems like a pretty safe bet. the question is, does he want to bet that whatever this chocolate cupcake is going to do to him is going to be something he can roll with???
on the other hand, another sad gurgle comes from his tummy. 8( but he isn't taking the cupcake yet...]
[and...now he has chocolate cupcake smeared all over his face. despite his best efforts, a bit more icing gets into his mouth, and he flushes more deeply, breathing a little more labored.
[ She sighs when he makes a mess and she reaches up to grab a napkin from the table before scooting over to sit beside him. She starts wiping his face. ]
[ Well, there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that she doesn't force him to have more of the cupcake. She also doesn't use her powers of manipulation to force him to stay still. The bad news though is that she doesn't move away, but rather, once she's wiped the frosting from his face, she sets aside the napkin and comfortably drapes herself over his shoulders. She's practically nuzzling his face too, with her chest pressed tight to his bicep so he'll have to get a little rough if he wants to escape. She even transitions to her "human" form so that she looks just like she normally does, all silver and blue instead of the menacing dark shades of her Noah form.
Barakiel is seriously the least fun torture victim. He doesn't react. He doesn't care about being hurt or insulted. He barely even talks back. Thus, she's trying a different method: needling him along slowly until he loses his excellent self-discipline. She's not going to force herself on him really any more than this, wanting him to be the one to take action. ]
...Your skin smells like chocolate now. Do you think you taste sweet too?
[letting the cupcake go with relief, but now more distracted than ever by Cecil's closeness. in her "human" form, it feels perilously easy to forget the costume that's affecting her right now, the familiarity of her light eyes and hair a definite relief.
but, even more than that...he can feel the chocolate cupcake working on his system, the heat in his face and the way he can't stop staring at Cecil's mouth. it takes him a moment to register her speaking to him, in fact.]
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[he wiggles his arms half-heartedly but of course he can't gesture at anything so he gives up with a huff]
Guts and so forth.
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You're hungry. If you eat, it'll go away.
[ She picks up that chocolate cupcake and holds it out to him. ]
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on the other hand, another sad gurgle comes from his tummy. 8( but he isn't taking the cupcake yet...]
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If you don't eat it yourself, I'll make you eat it. You might as well enjoy your humanity while you have it.
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[ At that, Cecil exerts her influence to make him take the cupcake, pressuring him with her power to make him take a bite out of it. ]
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ends up taking a tiny bite out of the cupcake though, and...immediately starts to blush]
Ugh...
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Well, at least you're not crying.
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[ And to demonstrate this, she pulls her strings more tightly to manipulate his limbs and mouth. ]
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bodies suck so much :(]
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See what I mean? There's no point in resisting.
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Don't be mean to me, Barakiel...
[ Her voice is a singsong as she leans closer. ]
...I'll just be mean back.
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[ Well, there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that she doesn't force him to have more of the cupcake. She also doesn't use her powers of manipulation to force him to stay still. The bad news though is that she doesn't move away, but rather, once she's wiped the frosting from his face, she sets aside the napkin and comfortably drapes herself over his shoulders. She's practically nuzzling his face too, with her chest pressed tight to his bicep so he'll have to get a little rough if he wants to escape. She even transitions to her "human" form so that she looks just like she normally does, all silver and blue instead of the menacing dark shades of her Noah form.
Barakiel is seriously the least fun torture victim. He doesn't react. He doesn't care about being hurt or insulted. He barely even talks back. Thus, she's trying a different method: needling him along slowly until he loses his excellent self-discipline. She's not going to force herself on him really any more than this, wanting him to be the one to take action. ]
...Your skin smells like chocolate now. Do you think you taste sweet too?
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but, even more than that...he can feel the chocolate cupcake working on his system, the heat in his face and the way he can't stop staring at Cecil's mouth. it takes him a moment to register her speaking to him, in fact.]
...Mm... I wouldn't know about that.
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How truthful are you feeling? Still the same?
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I guess so. The only way to tell would be to make me tell a truth I wouldn't say otherwise, wouldn't it?
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Why wouldn't you tell me the name of the demon you spoke of earlier?
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