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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ sigh ] "You've reached Valmont. Leave a message."

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[majorcrotchgrab]

[Despite the fact that demons are terrifying, a thought pops into his head. Dragon demon, huh...? Hmmmm....

But what Valmont says next turns all his fear into astonishment. His shoulders slump and he arches his brow. This is the look he gives to idiots. And he's looking right at one now.]

You made a deal... with a demon... Are you stupid?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Well, yes, I suppose I did, but... treasure!

[ That's a yes, Raikov. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Here. Let me damn my soul for all eternity at the slight chance that you, Mr. Demon, might be telling me the truth about treasure!

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Well. When he puts it that way. ]

In hindsight, it... may not have been the wisest decision I ever made in my life.

[ BUT TREASURE ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Considering it got you possessed, I'd say so.

[He shakes his head.]

I can't believe you... I like money and all but... to make a deal with a demon? No thanks.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Would it make things any better if I told you the possession was accidental? As he told it, he was aiming for someone else at the time. I just... happened to be in the way. [ Master of timing, this one.

Oh, Raikov. You don't like money like V likes money. Very few people hold that dubious honor. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

I suppose. Doesn't help your cause any though... Gorynych.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

What did you just call me - ?!

[ No, seriously, what did you just call him? That better not be some kind of Russian insult. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Handsome. I called you handsome.

[ufufufufu~]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Oh.

[ He preens a little. How kind of Raikov to notice. ]

Well then. Carry on.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov's glad Valmont's not good at reading his expression because he's practically beaming.]

That's a radical topic change, don't you think?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He's just smiling at how hot Valmont is. It's okay. Everyone does it. ]

I'm sorry, what is?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Demons possessing you to your beauty.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

You brought it up.

[ For once. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Well, yes... but we were still discussing your lack of intelligence in dealing with demons.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I think I preferred it when you were complimenting me. Can we go back to that?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Very well... If you have nothing more to tell me on the matter.

[He pauses.]

... We should buy a mirror for the bedroom.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I am sorry for not giving you more ammunition with which to insult me.

...A mirror? [ We certainly are changing the subject a lot, aren't we. ] Why a mirror? [ You wouldn't be making fun of him would you ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

You're forgiven.

And why a mirror? So we can fuck in front of it and see ourselves.

[Smirk.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Oh.

[ Now that's an interesting suggestion. He would protest that he's not quite that vain, but... who is he kidding. He's absolutely quite that vain. ]

I like the way you think, Ivan.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I know you do.

[He'd play footsy under the table but Stunky and Katya are probably still under there.]

So, have any plans for the rest of the day?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ They are, more's the pity. ]

I didn't, particularly. [ Apart perhaps from making himself a second cup of tea, because this one's gone cold by now. Damn. ] Why, did you have something in mind?

[majorcrotchgrab]

No reason. Just curious.

[He prepared plenty of water so help yourself, V.]

We should do something.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He gets up and pours himself another cup, then. By god, he is going to make it through one cup of tea today if it kills him. ]

Would this be "something" like buying a mirror? Or would this be "something" like... well, like your idea of fun?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Yes to the former. But also normal activities. We could go for a walk. See a movie... You know. Mundane things.