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[clayking]

Well, there's a different sort of lying.

You being a brat I want to ruin isn't the same as...well, you know.

[fireshow]

good to know i guess

[clayking]

I don't wish you to stop being you, John.

But the ache of not having you while you were here but not mine was...unpleasant.

[fireshow]

i know
i just needed some time
even though it wasn't a nice way of doing it
but that's just how i am

[clayking]

I understand that.
Now.
And I suppose I should be above such...impulsive reactions.

[fireshow]

you can just say i was an asshole you know

[clayking]

You were an asshole.
But I love you.
Do you wish to go back to being a brat now?

[fireshow]

that's how you like me best
isn't it?

[clayking]

As long as you don't edge me for a thousand years.
But yes.

[fireshow]

not gonna live that long, daddy

[clayking]

Hm, baby. You never know.

[fireshow]

i’m a mutant
not immortal

[clayking]

And I'm a magical demon.
Either way-
is that really what you want to focus on?

[fireshow]

you want me to focus on your dick instead?

[clayking]

I mean always.
Though you know I'm not technically immortal either anymore.

[fireshow]

you'll live longer than me

[clayking]

Not exactly the case anymore.
Unless I stay here forever.

And avoid summoning circles forever.

[fireshow]

stop making this depressing

[clayking]

Fine.
Wish me to break you?

[fireshow]

i don't know
you're not busy fucking someone else?

[clayking]

No.
Are you?
I'm not sure I ever worked out if you had since you arrived.
Regardless-
You're always my favorite. You know that.

[fireshow]

maybe you should prove it

[clayking]

Where are you.
Right now.

[fireshow]

on the couch

[clayking]

[ And just like that there's that familiar spark of fire right behind the couch and a moment later Caliban's hand was reaching out of those flames to find John's long hair and tugging his head back as rough as possible. The demon stepped out of that tunnel of flames a moment later with a smirk that could mean about a thousand different things.

He's clearly been at the Grey Room, if only based on the face he was wearing his usual slutty black vest-no shirt-combo that got most of the customers buying a few extra drinks.

His other hand was just going to smooth down John's chest possessively, like he was already aching to remind the other who owned him.]

You're a tease.