test... drive...?

[mewtation]

[ WHOEVER YOU ARE, wherever you sleep: there is a cat in your bed.

or. well. something that looks sort of like one...? if cats were four and a half feet tall and roughly humanoid. um. ]

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[swordingitout]

Forgive me, but I'm not acquainted with your species or diet. What shall I send for?

[swordingitout]

[Flops back on the bed melodramatically.]

Is that something a legendary sex fiend, renowned in all corners of the kingdom and beyond to the rest of the continent, can say so lightly? Truly, terrifying.

[lonelydemon]

--LIKE I WANT TO HEAR THAT FROM A SLANDEROUS KING LIKE YOU?! WHAT KIND OF A KING JUST MAKES UP THIS SORT OF NONSENSE AND SPREADS IT EVERYWHERE, HUH?! I'LL KILL YOU!

[mewtation]

[ are you sure it's really not just a hand? it feels like just a hand. mostly because Lucky caught that confusion and leaned harder on your brain as a result. ]

You're welcome.

[lonelydemon]

[mmmmnope he's doing the thing again]

[swordingitout]

[Just lays here laughing.]

[mewtation]

I can eat anything that a human can, but I do best with meat and sweet things.

[lonelydemon]

[HUFFS]

Now you wore me out again. I'm taking a nap.

[flops. across Sion. dramatically.]

[mewtation]

[ still a person? but also still those magic traces from before ]

You may give yourself a headache if you continue pushing. Should I stop?

[swordingitout]

That should be easy enough.

[He goes to the door, speaks with someone outside and then goes to a different door and opens it into his office, where he goes to sit at his desk, covered in mountains of paperwork.]

[lonelydemon]

Mmno. I'll stop.

[swordingitout]

We must have slept for hours! Frankly I feel refreshed. I have plenty of paperwork for you.

[It's that kind, good youth smile, the one that belongs on a demon.]

[lonelydemon]

I am asleep. I can't do paperwork if I'm asleep. Zzzzz.

[mewtation]

[ agreeing ]

It would be inconvenient otherwise.

[ ...that looks really boring... washing his face and contemplating that ]

[swordingitout]

[He settles in and looks ready to do this forever. Eventually a servant will bring in breakfast, two trays and an odd glance at Lucky, but Sion doesn't even seem to notice the food.]

[mewtation]

Are you curious?

[swordingitout]

Shall I tell Ferris you threatened to go on a rampage in the Wynnit dango shop?

[lonelydemon]

You wouldn't.

[lonelydemon]

How could I not be?

[mewtation]

[ yeah it is pretty weird that there's a young man in Sion's bed :3c

(sorry, Sion.) (no he's not.)

waiting until the servant is gone to drop the glamour and sort of. mentally poking Sion. it feels something like the abrupt jerk to alertness one can sometimes have while drifting off ]

[swordingitout]

Those poor defenseless dango.

[mewtation]

Are you at all familiar with hypnosis?

[lonelydemon]

I'll absolutely kill you one day.

[lonelydemon]

Inducing a state of consciousness where someone is highly susceptible to suggestion or direction, right?

[swordingitout]

[Sion looks up sharply, eyes narrowing, a hand touching his head, the other raising sharply, his voice a cold, clear command in tone, nothing like the amiable tone so far.]

Lucile.

[Lucky won't sense any presence at all, nor see anything. But Sion is clearly addressing someone.]

Wait.

[And his focus is on Lucky now, but the gentle tone is a little colder, more businesslike and distant.]

Is the food not to your liking?