Re: Graveyard Date
Mao laughed, very much pleased by Vaughn’s reaction. Hanging out with this guy was so good for the ego. Maybe too good. ...Probably definitely too good. But Mao had so rarely hung out with people who thought he was cool, he couldn’t help but eat it up. Most people thought he was weird or annoying, his pretty looks that Vaughn went on about only got him so far. He almost didn’t know what to do with all of this positive reinforcement.
“Haven’t really tried to juggle them, but if I let them go they just sort of follow me around. ...I think it's got something to do with my tails? I dunno…” As a monster his tail tips smoldered as if about to burst into flame. One day they probably would. Wouldn’t he just be the fiercest beasty then? For now, however, both fireballs were snuffed out within Mao’s fists as he continued to grin at Vaugh.
“Why you giving me ideas, V?” He asked, that half teasing, half flirty light coming into his eyes again. “I’m starting to think you want me to gobble you up.” Most likely he did, in a way. You know, just a certain part of him and without the involvement of teeth.
Mao remained close after extinguishing his fire display, and after a moment he reached over and plucked Vaughn’s cider from his hands. He sipped from the can despite having one of his own, his eyes daring him to object. The possessions of others were always more appealing, even if you had the same thing. Vaughn was free to take the one Mao had opened, of course. They could trade. The demon boy couldn’t help but wonder if the man would consider this some form of indirect kissing.