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[pricelesstears]

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Oh I smile plenty but I've found more often than not people don't smile with me

[goldenfootsteps]

Is that so? I find that myself quite often. [For every different reasons, Mammon! Not that you're aware of this. Yet.]

[pricelesstears]

Do you
Are you the intimidating sort then

[goldenfootsteps]

I suppose I can appear as so, but no, I think it is more others become irritated with my positive outlook.

However that could also be down to those I know and how they are. [Wrath and Jealousy tend to turn to other emotions before friendly when pressed. Satan was all spit and vinegar, and Levi looked ready to hang anyone at a moments notice.]

[pricelesstears]

Too much positivity can indeed be irritating I've found

[goldenfootsteps]

Is that so? [Mammon is aware of that, but he gets such wonderful reactions out of Satan when he is always so positive.]

Does that mean your smile is a lie? That it is not a good thing?

[pricelesstears]

Not at all
I consider my smile to be quite genuine actually

[goldenfootsteps]

Yet people do not like it? And you find too much positivity irritating?

That seems confusing. [It maybe doesn't help that demons can't lie. They show their feelings honestly rather than hiding them behind fake ones.]

[pricelesstears]

People don't like what I tend to enjoy

[goldenfootsteps]

Oh? And what would that be?

[pricelesstears]

The suffering of others mostly

[goldenfootsteps]

I can see why others may not enjoy that, especially if they are the 'others'.

It does sound like an unusual interest to have, but not a total surprise with humans I suppose. You all certainly range vastly in your morality.

[pricelesstears]

You're not human then

text, un: xXSATANRULEZ666Xx

[bruxing]

[On Valentine's Day Morning, Mammon's going to wake up to a deposit of...One Hundred Dup Fuck Bucks. Okay, it's not much. It's all he can really throw around right now, though.]

Get yourself something nice.
I know if I picked out anything
you'd complain
so do it yourself.

Buy yourself some chocolates from me too.

[goldenfootsteps]

[That is... not a lot. However Mammon can see the kindness in it. Even if he really is eyeing how little it is... it's sweet... but so little... internally fighting those two sides of him, one much greater than the other.

Eventually, he goes with teasing,] Can't even be bothered to feed me chocolate yourself? Maybe I should feed you some.

[bruxing]

[No smart-ass comments about how little it is? OOooooo girl he is getting laid tonight!!!]

Can't you read
I want you to pick out some chocolates for yourself that you'll like
because you'll get snotty if I did it
but if you really want me to pick out some chocolates
send me back my money LMAO

It costs money to replace the furniture I fucked up just so it's all good for you to move in
next time I'll give you something better

[goldenfootsteps]

There will be none here to my standard. But I shall see what I can find.

Well done sorting that out. I am a little surprise you have been this concerned with it and trying to meet my needs. It is welcomed, but still a surprise.

[bruxing]

Yeah but if I gave you some even if they were the best I could find
just because they weren't to your standard and they were gifted
you'd feel cheated wouldn't you????

But if you get them yourself
then it's your limit of what's good enough not mine
isn't that smart??? I know you too well LOL


I have to
as the locals and nearly-locals say
'take care of my Submissive'


Isn't that funny as fuck to you
that you're my Submissive
look I'll be real with you I'm not gonna call you that anymore
I hate that shit
so if you're hoping for some weird class switch play then you're not gonna get it outta me

Show me what chocolates you get when you find some
and if you have any money left over
get yourself some cute underwear IDK
but don't make it too fancy because I'll bite it off you LMAO

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[goldenfootsteps]

I am not sure. If I was to turn down a gift from one of my people just because it wasn't made of the finest material it would make me an unsuitable king. For them it may be the best they can do. I should not scoff at that.

So if you had tried your best, I would happily accept the gift, Satan. Because you tried to give me the best.

Yet I also know your tastes are less than mine. Thus, I am not sure. [Rude.]


At first I found this amusing, but the more I attempt to find income, the more I get turned away for not being a Dominant, the more I am becoming irritated at this place. [Mammon is normally so calm, for him to be angry at something is a rarity. And not a great sign.] I appreciate we can at least pretend it does not exist at your location.

I can just make myself cute underwear. I shall let you know when I find something suitable!

[In fact, what Mammon does find, he has to show Satan in person. It is just too perfect. Who knew such a thing existed! Mammon checking where Satan is before meeting at his apartment.]

ditto ditto!!

[bruxing]

I'll fucking kill you if you say shit like that
my tastes are just fine
they're just not YOURS not less
asshole!!!

Don't worry though.
I'll do whatever I can
to set you up.
You get some ideas together
things you want to do
and we can go get them done under my name or whatever this place needs us to do
We just have to do things different but I'm not gonna stand in your way
you need to be greedy so we're gonna get you some shit to own and some money to your name




And my money can be yours too once I get enough put aside for repair funds LOL

Can't believe you're going to make something
instead of using my precious money that I gave you for that purpose
CHEATER LMAO
fine whatever I gave it to you as a gift I can't bitch when you do what you want with it
See you when you find something To Your Higher Tastes shithead

[...And when Mammon does indeed meet up with him, once that's all ironed out, it's. Hm. Well, it's probably clear that Satan's been pacing by the door in anticipation as soon as he got told that there was something worth anticipating. Sure beats just...Drinking wine or doomscrolling, that's for sure.

Just ignore the way he practically leaps on Mammon once he's home, tugging at him excitedly like a kid asking his mom if she got him something at the shops.] Well? C'mon, show me!

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[It's nice to have that support when they are both so far out of their comfort zones and have no control over it.] And we shall have to find or make a location that can withstand your rage so you can let that out. Even if it means building one. I will be able to provide Tartaros technical support for it. We both will need a suitable gym situation too if one is not already here.

[Whether Mammon seems to note Satan's anxiety or not upon arriving, he doesn't mention it, instead grinning widely at the find he made.] Satan! I have discovered an amazing item these humans make. It seems fit for you. [He handing over a suitably themed box that opens up to... a smash-able chocolate heart.]

Look! It is designed to be destroyed before you eat it! [Mammon even found one in Satan's red. And a touch of gold.]

[bruxing]

Yeah? Lemme--

[whoa.........Satan opens it, and practically lights up. Maybe even gets a little wet in the eyes. It's beautiful to him, because it's a gift, and this place is scary and shit and he hates it, but Mammon's here and Mammon's giving him chocolate, and maybe things aren't so bad.

After a few seconds of staring at it in awe, he snaps the box shut again, tucks it under his arm, and tries to drag Mammon towards the kitchen; where else can they smash it if not on the countertops, right? The chocolate box gets set down, opened again, and he digs through the marshmallows to pull out that little wooden implement.]

...Yeah, we're not gonna be using that. C'mon, get in close. We're both gonna smash it, alright? C'mere. [Aaaand the tool gets tossed over one shoulder, so that Satan can raise his fist over the heart and waggle his brows at his best friend, i nearly typed breast friend i am not fucking kidding, what the hell, anyway]

Then I'm gonna feed it to you.

[goldenfootsteps]

[Good, he had clearly made the right choice, smiling happily as Satan's face lights up like this. Mammon would like to be able to do more, to shower his friend in whatever he needed to help him cope with this. But he can't. So it just means more mindful gifts he knows, hopes, Satan will like.

Mammon moves along easily as Satan tugs at him, chuckling as that hammer is discarded. Yes, that seems more like Satan, doesn't it? Mammon didn't think that tiny hammer would satisfy him.] Do you want to do it together? [Mammon would be happy to let Satan do this alone, but since offered, he raises... well, a couple of fingers, not a full fist. That's enough.] Ready.

[bruxing]

Of course I do! On three. One, two...Three! [And he brings his fist down on the poor heart, which had no chance in hell at surviving the attack of two devil kings, no sir. ...Especially not with Satan completely lacking restraint and just smashing the poor thing. At least he's pleased with their efforts, licking his fist clean and plucking up a large shard of red chocolate with the other hand.]

Here~ Say aaaaaaah~

[Here comes the aeroplane, big boy. Eat his chocolate. He's so excited to be the one feeding Mammon chocolate, he's practically vibrating the whole while.] 's not the worst thing I've ever had, either. Not bad, kehehe.

[goldenfootsteps]

[While Mammon left most of the crushing up to Satan, he did smash a piece of the larger heart with his fingers, smiling as Satan celebrates and rubs the feeling of the chocolate that stuck to his fingers, feeling the quality of it. Ah well, it would have to do. It was more a toy than decent food.

Mammon had also snuck a piece of the wrapped chocolate during this, planning to unwrap it and shove it in Satan's mouth before he would eat Satan's chocolate, but... look at Wrath's smile. So bright and happy. Something that has been a struggle of late for Satan. Mammon's smile softening as he palms the chocolate, hiding it and deciding to let Satan have this as he leans forward and down, mouth open to let Satan feed him.]