[But not that sorry, you knew what you were getting into.]
[Griffin's... conflicted tone doesn't leave. If anything he sounds even less sure the more he's able to think about it. And he gives an indignant huff at being called picky.]
It's not like I had anyone teach me how this shit works. I thought I was human. Was only half right about that.
Which means I'm either insane for a human, or... too soft for a demon?
The demon parts were pretty obvious, for what it's worth.
The rest of it, sure. Maybe you just want to go hard as a human. Or soft as a demon. I don't know. But I'm not gonna follow whatever absurd code you have.
[look, would most humans be okay with coming out of sex looking like they half went through a meat grinder. or look at getting marked that stone cold?
[He... falls quiet at that. Griffin's face burns, ashamed. Even if it being a novice was natural, it still ate away at him to feel like he was lacking. That all he could do was overcompensate for it, in a way that was so transparent.
[This answer seems acceptable to him, since... well, that was more or less Griffin's own reason, so who was he to begrudge that.
But he has to wonder, if Jay did actually sign up for the clawing and hair pulling and fighting. It seemed like he was okay? But also they... didn't exactly talk about it.]
I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, if that’s what you’re worried about.
That’s one of the better uses of Machai. [a pause, like he’s making pretty quick work of cutting the excess hair off and it’s just a matter of wrapping it] And I prefer rough, anyway.
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Demon rules?
Damn, you're the pickiest demon I know.
[anyway, he's going to start cutting.]
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[But not that sorry, you knew what you were getting into.]
[Griffin's... conflicted tone doesn't leave. If anything he sounds even less sure the more he's able to think about it. And he gives an indignant huff at being called picky.]
It's not like I had anyone teach me how this shit works. I thought I was human. Was only half right about that.
Which means I'm either insane for a human, or... too soft for a demon?
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The rest of it, sure. Maybe you just want to go hard as a human. Or soft as a demon. I don't know. But I'm not gonna follow whatever absurd code you have.
[look, would most humans be okay with coming out of sex looking like they half went through a meat grinder. or look at getting marked that stone cold?
he's a bad example.]
What's the fun if I make it easy?
[this is normal barbershop talk]
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[Somehow(???) hair got on his pizza slice and he has to spit some out.]
You're... all right with it?
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[finish your pizza bro]
And that is what it is.
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[He... falls quiet at that. Griffin's face burns, ashamed. Even if it being a novice was natural, it still ate away at him to feel like he was lacking. That all he could do was overcompensate for it, in a way that was so transparent.
He finishes eating the slice in silence.]
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[it's a mild reassurance, to be sure. because he knows-- griffin is telegraphing it pretty transparently.]
Besides, I normally only sleep with girls.
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What changed your mind this time?
[BECAUSE IT CAN'T POSSIBLY BE BECAUSE GRIFFIN WOULD BE GOOD AT SEX]
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Guess it felt right in the moment.
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But he has to wonder, if Jay did actually sign up for the clawing and hair pulling and fighting. It seemed like he was okay? But also they... didn't exactly talk about it.]
...So what do you like?
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That’s one of the better uses of Machai. [a pause, like he’s making pretty quick work of cutting the excess hair off and it’s just a matter of wrapping it] And I prefer rough, anyway.
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Machai? Felt like my brain was fucking melting.
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Is that what melting for you is like?
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Melting and... being set on fire.
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But, no, that was just Machai.
[maybe now he can understand why Jason lost it. but also, he doesn't want drag that out. anyway. he steps back.]
And, you're done.
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Huh, you managed not t'give me a bald spot.
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Because I could.
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[He awkwardly dusts some hair off his shoulders to occupy himself for a short silence.]
...Thanks.
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[he's going to definitely have to get more pizza later, though.]
Don't worry about it.
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[Meant as light ribbing. Because Griffin definitely wouldn't have dived straight to sex.]
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[and he steps away, before collapsing back into a chair, kicking his feet up.
like a delinquent.]
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Like... help clean or something?? Or just leave. What's the protocol with rivals-with-benefits? He fidgets.]
So... now what?
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... I dunno.
I guess I gotta clean up before tonight.
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