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caycaysdiamond · 7 months

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Puff Puff Pass ~ Smoking HCs

No request just like writing to not be stressed.

All characters/dorms | what they smoke and how they act around others who do Just for fun. Smoking is bad blah blah. Mentions of weed, hookah, cigarettes, vape. Cursing.

Heartslabyul ~

Riddle Rosehearts

No.

Don't even try it around him.

Trey Clover

Trey occasionally smokes weed with Cater but that's it.

Great at rolling 🙏🏽

Don't even THINK about smoking cigarettes around him because he's immediately rating for hours about how bad it is for your teeth.

Has a PowerPoint and everything.

Cater Diamond

Cater def smokes weed AND vapes

His vapes aren’t the sweet ones either, it’s like mint, spearmint and all those variants

Pulled his vape out around Riddle one day and almost lost his life

Riddle was like what was that cloud and Cater was like lmao you’re seeing things silly~

Anyways when it comes to weed, he smokes pretty regularly. Usually alone too, it’s a relaxing thing for him.

Can roll however will make Trey do it for him regardless if Trey smoking with him or not

Prefers to smoke from a bong or pipe and has a pretty collection

Doesn’t really fuck with edibles too heavily

Has gone to hookah places with Kalim and Lilia, not often but occasionally tags along with the two

Ace Trappola

Ace will occasionally smoke weed and that’s it

HE CANNOT ROLL DO NOT LET HIM FOOL YOU!!!!!

Also doesn’t like bongs he’s lost on his own fr

Cigarettes , vape etc is GROSS to him and he will shame you for doing it

“EW IS THAT A VAPE!?!!” Bro shut up—

Ace doesn’t smoke alone however says it’s like drinking alone and that’s lame

His favorite people to smoke with is Epel because he’s “10 times funnier high” according to Ace and Cater because it’s a rare to see his upperclassman not faking how he’s feeling

More often than not Ace pops edibles because it’s just easier than smoking and no smell since he shares a room with 3 others.

Has tried to make his own but it’s either not strong at all or wayyy too strong

Deuce Spade

Deuce has definitely tried smoking (weed) at parties but he’s really not for it

It’s not something he’ll go out of the way to do yk, it’s a social thing for him and only occasionally

He won’t try anything other than weed !! He will not hit your vape or your cig, weirdo

He also doesn’t really fuck with edibles because he feels like the high is way too long and it makes him a bit anxious that someone might catch him like that (he’s so real for this)

He will smoke with Ace when no one wants to / is around

Savanaclaw ~

Leona Kingscholar

Leona has smoked weed before HOWEVER I don’t think he does it very recreationally

He doesn’t smoke with others, no one even knows

It’s more of a thing to help him relax occasionally when he’s stressed

Ruggie rolls for him because what does he look like doing that for himself????

Has a pipe too but like just prefers to make Ruggie roll for him yk ???

Nothing else smoking wise touches his lips, he really cares about his health in that way

Ruggie Bucchi

Dealer #1 of NRC (money is money and rich kids don’t know the real prices of anything)

Makes edibles and sells them with Floyd

Ruggie has tried everything, okay ? Personally doesn’t like cigarettes and usually is high from smoking.

Can roll, godbless.

Does not care if it’s rolled or from bongs/pipes—weed is weed!

Smokes both alone and with others fairly equally

He’s really just vibing tbh

He’s a lot of people’s favorite person to get high with because he’s the dealer (duh) and because he’s just fun in general to smoke with. Ruggie just has amazing vibes love him fr

Jack Howl

Another big fat no

He cares about his health way to much

He’s a star athlete like cmon

He won’t heavy lecture others on why they shouldn’t but he will be like bro :////

Octavinelle ~

Azul Ashengrotto

Another no, he doesn’t care for it or see the appeal but doesn’t care what others do

He does, however, HATE the smell of weed

However, he does know a good business opportunity when he sees it

He lets Ruggie and Floyd use the lounge kitchen after hours for their edibles and he gets a share of the profits 🫡

Floyd Leech

Dealer #2 of NCR

Floyd smokes weed however usually he’s eating his own edibles !

Usually if he’s smoking it’s a bong or pipe because bro cannot roll lmaooo

Bro is a heavy vape user however,,,like it’s bad

Floyd hits in class and everyone around is like !??!?!?!? BRO???

RIGHT IN FRONT OF TRIEN???

Crowley has definitely had an assembly about not vaping in class because of him

He definitely has a drawer(s) full of his old cartridges and single use vapes

He loves the sickeningly sweet flavors so much

Definitely turns into the where’s my juul song when he can’t find his (we’re going to get you help fr…)

Nooot big on cigarettes or hookah however but not like that matters when he vapes too damn much

Jade Leech

Not a smoker, doesn’t care

He loves, however, observing people high.

Jade does shrooms that’s enough. Do not drink his “special blends” of teas

Scarabia ~

Kalim Al Asim

Y’all are gonna hate me for this take but they hated Jesus because he told the truth!1!1!1

Kalim is one of the biggest smokers at NCR and I’m NAWT debating it.

The only thing he doesn’t do is vape but weed?? hookah?? cigarettes?? Yes.

9 times out of 10 Kalim is high and no one realizes it

“That’s just how Kalim is.”

People have staged an intervention for Floyd and his smoking and he’s always is like Kalim is really the one who needs this and no one believes him it’s so damn funny

Anyways Kalim has an extensive bong and pipe collection, often he buys some for Cater <3

He kinda sucks at rolling a blunt tbh but he’s trying :)

Has hookah dates with Lilia <3

Loves social smoking

Just enjoys in general

He’s rich he doesn’t have to think about is health 🥱 jk but

I think Kalim started smoking as stress relief, bro has had multiple death threats over the years that’s terrifying

Jamil Viper

Jamil cannot stand any type of smoking and it’s mostly because Kalim does it

Certified hater

If anyone needs to smoke weed it’s this bitch

Pomfiore ~

Vil Schonheit

Okay, another one people may not see the vision of but these are MY hcs damn it !!!

We know that Vil is theeee health guru so like no one can really see him being a smoker of like…anything

No one would believe it either

However, Vil does smoke, it’s rare but it happens

He smokes the same cigarettes as his parents

It’s a stress thing for him. It builds up and like the only thing that helps him is sitting in front of his vanity and smoking like his mother did

Or sitting in front of his window and smoking like his father does

The smell brings him to home and to somewhat simpler times

He has one of those old fancy cigarette holders

A pack last him a while

Vil had smoked around Rook and doesn’t mind him being around when he does

Rook Hunt

Another non smoker

How can he hunt if is prey could smell him

He doesn’t care about others doing it as much

Epel Felmier

Another weed smoker and edible eater

Another person who shames vapers 💀

And shames cigarette smokers

Him and Ace are so ANNOOOYING

Definitely eats edibles more than smokes just cause Vil definitely beat his ass after he came back to the dorm reeking of Mary Jane

Epel can roll…ish. Its not pretty by any means but who cares

It’s better than Ace

Erm doesn’t own any bongs/pipes anymore cause Vil found them

Mostly Epel smokes at parties/hangouts and like desperately sprays those fancy perfumes to hope Vil doesn’t notice (he does)

When intoxicated in general Epel is funny to be around (according to Ace)

Ignihyde ~

Idia Shroud

Iiiii really can’t imagine Idia doing anything ???

Like there’s no particular reason either, I just can’t imagine that loser (affectionate) smoking ANYTHING

caffeine addiction via energy drinks is ENOUGH me thinks

Ortho Shroud

Um…I don’t think…

I don’t think mechanical life forms can smoke 🤓☝🏽

However if he was able, I think he would have smoked weed before bc of Ace and Epel

Diasomnia ~

Malleus Draconia

I don’t see him smoking anything tbh ???

Maybe I’m lame 🧍🏽

Lilia Vanrouge

Yes.

Yes everything.

He’s lived for years so I can see him trying just about everything

However I think his favorite thing is hookah!

I’ve already mentioned his hookah dates w/ Kalim (and sometimes Cater)

That’s about the only thing he regularly does tbh

Weed/Vape etc. definitely would just be a more “oh someone offered at a party sooo…”

Though he can roll pretty well!

I gotta be honest now he’s the only person in diasomnia I see as a smoker fr….

This section is gonna be so empty sobs

Silver

Okay maybe I lied literally JUST two bullet points up

I feel like Silver has definitely *tried* things because he’s close with Kalim

I don’t think he necessarily likes to smoke though

Doesn’t mind what other do however, very chill about it

Sebek Zigvolt

Definitely NOT chill about it

Public shaming, LOUD public shaming

ARE YOU VAPING IN CLASS????

IS THAT WEED? THATS NOT ALLOW-

It’s kinda funny

Everyone knows to steer clear of him when smoking anything <333

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lilacmingi · 3 months

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 5: NAMJOON

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Caterpillar!Namjoon x fem reader

Word count: 2,480

You had been running for quite some time and figured it was okay to walk for a few minutes and give your lower limbs a break—they were aching anyway. Never in your life had you ran so much in such a short amount of time. You never needed to.

Now walking at a relaxed pace, any thoughts you had about running away from the red knights were replaced with other thoughts. An endless list of unanswered inquiries swirled around your mind like a raging hurricane. One after another, more and more questions popped into your restless mind.

What's so special about you and why was everyone after you? You're just... you. Nothing extraordinary or special.

Everything you'd experienced thus far had felt too outlandish to be reality. You couldn't remember how many names Yoongi had mentioned. Six? Maybe seven, men liked you?

Ridiculous.

The tip of your shoe kicked at a rock, sending it rolling along the dirt path you were walking along. You didn't even know where you were going or what lied ahead. You were lost once again and this time you didn't have a feisty cat boy to help guide you.

You can't have run very far, but maybe you had gone far enough to put a little distance between you and the threat. Then again, you were unsure of how long Taehyung was able to keep those knights distracted. For all you knew, they could be hot on your trail.

As if the universe was playing a cruel trick on you, the sound of distant marching reached your ears.

Seriously? You sighed internally.

Breaking out into a sprint, you dashed down the dirt pathway to keep some separation between you and the hoard of knights. It was at that moment it dawned on you that you were leaving shoe prints in the dirt. With limited time to come up with a plan, you did the first thing that popped into your head which was to run into the cluster of plants to the right of the trail. Instead of continuing through the mushrooms and tall grass, you leapt over the path and into the lush greenery on the left, going that way instead, hoping your little trick would buy some extra time.

"Maybe that'll hold them back for a while." You spoke to yourself and took off into the thick growth of mushrooms and curly vines.

Your running never ceased no matter how bad your legs throbbed or your lungs burned, refusing to stop until you could no longer hear the perfectly synchronized marching.

You huffed and puffed for air, panting heavily and stumbling forward, as your knees were on the verge of giving out on you.

At that moment, you could hear someone's voice from somewhere up ahead. Whoever it was wasn't talking nor singing, but something in between. Every line he spoke came out in a rhythmic way that was pleasing to the ears. The words he uttered were done so eloquently and without any slip-ups. This man's voice was entrancing and pulled you towards it like a siren song.

Too enraptured by the stranger's mesmerizing voice and hypnotic words, you paid no attention to your surroundings and tripped over a tree root that had breached the ground.

"Ow." You grunted and sat up a little, rubbing your elbow where it had harshly collided with the dirt and grass during the tumble.

Surveying your surroundings, you found that you were in a clearing amongst the tall and unruly plants of Wonderland that you had been running through for what felt like hours.

"Stupid girl." You heard someone speak. Lifting your head, you spotted a man sitting in a fancy wingback chair made of rich blue velvet, a tall messily-stacked tower of books on the ground beside him. He was dressed sharply in a blue silk suit with a white cravat. Perched between his fingers was the mouthpiece of a hookah which sat beside the stack of books in the grass.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You should watch where you're going." He remarked, taking a puff from the hookah.

"Yeah well... people make mistakes." You huffed, getting up and dusting yourself off.

"Who are you?" The the man inquired, blowing smoke rings into the air.

"I'm Y/n."

"I know who you are."

"Then why did you ask?"

"You still didn't answer my question. Who are you?"

"I already told you."

"No. You didn't."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I believe it's you that's lost your mind. You can't seem to remember your last visit here, can you?"

"How do you know that?"

"Silly girl. I know all."

"Well, if you know all then surely you know that I haven't the slightest idea who you are." Your arms crossed over your chest annoyedly.

You hadn't been in the presence of this man for more than a minute and he was already starting to grind your gears. Forget his pretty prose and rhythmic speaking.

"I'm Namjoon." He responded.

He seemed like a know-it-all, but you had to admit, he was very attractive. From his tanned skin to his sharp eyes and full lips. He was good-looking indeed, but his personality was ugly and undesirable.

"What's on your mind, baby?"

"What did you call me?"

"You heard me, baby." He punctuated the nickname this time.

The way he said it made your heart skip a beat. His voice dropped an octave and became breathier when he uttered the affectionate term.

You shook your head in an attempt to shake away the thoughts.

You hardly know this man, Y/n. You reeled yourself in. And he's rude.

"This is definitely a dream." You muttered under your breath lowly.

"What's that? You need to speak up, love."

So first it was stupid girl and now it's love?

"Nothing."

"Oh come on, sweetheart. You used to tell me everything."

"How should I know? I can't remember."

"Just trust me, Y/n."

Rolling your eyes, you dropped your arms at your sides, which up until that point had been crossed over your chest. "Is this a dream?"

"What do you think?" He questioned.

"I don't know. I've been back and forth with myself about that since I got here. For a while I thought it was a dream, but I was told it l wasn't. Everything is so strange and seems like a dream, but it feels very real. The emotions, the fear, the confusion. All of that seems real."

"Hm." He took a puff from the hookah and blew the smoke directly in your face. "What exactly makes you think this is all a dream?"

Coughing, you used your hand to fan the clouds away before speaking.

"Well, for one there was a giant beast searching for me. I've met a bunny hybrid, a man with a mysterious twin that no one has seen, a cat hybrid, and a hatter that's batty as ever. To top it all off, every single one of them have been fighting over me. That's what's really convincing me that this is all part of some bizarre fever dream."

"Silly girl." Namjoon chortled. "You really think you're not attractive enough for men to fight over? You think you're not desirable?"

"Not exactly. Four men fighting over you and kissing you all in one day is a bit unrealistic, is it not? I mean, it's almost as if I'm in a story or something."

Without a word, Namjoon stood up from his chair, taking long strides as he approached.

"That's where you're wrong." He whispered lowly, planting one hand on your waist. "You have no idea how entrancing you are."

As much as you wanted to speak, you were unable. Namjoon's charms had rendered you completely speechless and you were frozen in place.

"I can't believe you think so lowly of yourself." He murmured, tracing your jawline. "Oblivious girl."

You didn't have time to retaliate with a snarky comment as Namjoon leaned in closely, closing the gap between your faces.

Thinking you were about to be kissed for the third time that day, your body stiffened in preparation, but you never felt his lips on yours. Instead, he turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the outer corner of your mouth.

"Does it feel like a dream now?" He asked lowly, his breath fanning against the side of your face.

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.

"No." You barely managed to utter.

He pulled back and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, desire clouding his eyes.

"I really want to kiss you properly, but I'll save that for a later time."

As much as you wanted to ask what that was supposed to mean, you couldn't. His gentlemanly display of affection had your heart racing at a rapid pace. Everyone you'd met so far had kissed you in one way or another and you found it nice that Namjoon chose not to go directly for the lips like Yoongi and Taehyung had so boldly done earlier. It showed that he cared about you, even if only a little bit, putting your comfort over his desire to place his lips directly upon yours.

Namjoon could see the spaced-out expression on your face and chuckled softly, guiding you to his chair where he returned to his seat, patting his lap.

You were hesitant.

"Don't be shy." He beckoned.

You obliged, albeit awkwardly, and took a seat on his legs.

"I'd offer you another place to sit but as you can see, there is none."

"Right. Of course." You nodded.

It was a bit awkward just sitting there, especially in his lap, so you tried to come up with a topic to talk about.

"What exactly were you doing earlier before I showed up? Reciting poems?"

"You heard me?"

"I did. You sounded great."

"Really?" He asked, cracking a smile that showed off a charming set of dimples.

"I must admit, I was entranced. Your rhythmic way of speaking was almost hypnotic. It was like you were putting on a performance."

Your praises made a monsoon of affectionate emotions flood through him, his stomach filling with a flurry of butterflies.

"I love to read and if I find an excerpt or poem that speaks to me, I memorize it. I must have been practicing when you showed up."

"I suppose you have to find something to pass the time when you're sitting in the middle of nowhere." You joked.

"Actually, I do have a place of my own."

"You do?"

He let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a huff and scoff. "Well I certainly don't sleep here in this chair out in the open."

"Of course you don't. How ignorant of me." You commented, giving a playful roll of your eyes.

"You're starting to sound like me." He tittered.

Namjoon's attitude had changed a noticeable amount since first meeting him not too long ago. You quite liked this side of him. It was much better than the arrogant know-it-all that was grinding your gears earlier.

"Do you happen to know Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook?" You inquired.

"Of course I do. They're my friends."

"Then you know you've got some incredibly brave friends. They've been protecting me."

"From The Red King, right?"

"How did you—" You stopped mid-sentence.

"I know all." The both of you spoke in unison, laughing softly afterwards.

"I know about The Red King situation." He stated. "Word travels fast here."

"Taehyung said he sent Jungkook to get me and bring me to him so he could protect me."

"Taehyung? Protect you? That's hilarious." Namjoon laughed.

"Why?"

"I love him to death; he's one of my best friends, but he's a bit... irresponsible sometimes. He gets way ahead of himself and underestimates the situations he gets himself into."

"Ah. I see."

"If anyone can protect you, it's The White King."

"Yoongi mentioned him during an argument with Taehyung." You noted.

"Those two are arguing again? About what?"

"Again?" You echoed.

"They don't get along well." Namjoon sighed, visibly exasperated just talking about it. "So what was it this time?"

"This is embarrassing, but they were fighting about me."

"I should've known. You had mentioned something about men arguing over you, but I wasn't aware it was my own friends." He shook his head in disappointment. "Did they pull any moves on you?"

"Well—"

"Y/n?"

The sound of your name being called in the distance had you sitting up straighter, trying to figure out who it was. There was rustling in the plants, which meant someone was making their way towards you.

"Found her." Yoongi's voice was above you.

Glancing up, you saw the cat hybrid floating in the air, looking down at you from his suspended position in the atmosphere.

Taehyung then emerged from the tall plants, dusting off his silk robe.

"Thank goodness you're okay! I told you I'd look for you. Did I not?" He lifted his head, gasping when he saw the scene in front of him.

Taehyung was looking forward to finding you safe and sound, but what he didn't expect was to find you sitting in Namjoon's lap.

"Give me my Y/n back, Joon."

"She's not yours." He spoke sternly, wrapping his arm around your waist in a protective, maybe even possessive, manner.

"Do you like him, Y/n?" Yoongi questioned, crossing his arms as he returned to the ground.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Namjoon cut in before you could say a word.

"Leave her alone. The poor girl has been through enough today."

"C'mon, sweetheart." Yoongi held his hand out to you, silently beckoning you to come with him. "I can take you somewhere safe."

"No, come here." Taehyung extended his hand as well.

"She's not going with either of you. Taehyung, you're an idiot for thinking you could keep her safe." Namjoon spoke sharply.

"Excuse me?"

Yoongi snorted, causing Taehyung to shoot a sharp glare at him. The hybrid cleared his throat and was quick to wipe the grin off his face.

"Sorry." He muttered.

"It's the truth." Namjoon stated. "You get way too overzealous and think you can take on the world, but you can't. In fact, if Y/n stayed with you, she'd probably be locked up in The Red King's castle right now."

They all started arguing after that, shouting over one another and throwing insults left and right with no signs of stopping.

Not again.

"Guys, please don't start." You groaned, pulling Namjoon's arm off of you and getting to your feet.

Just like back at the tea party, none of them heard you, too engrossed in their own petty argument to listen.

Throughout all the commotion, you didn't even notice the sound of The Red King's knights marching straight towards you.

➯ Part 6: Hoseok

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sdr2lovemail · 8 months

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Fun fact! Douma likes taking sake baths and smoking hookah.

Imagine taking a hot bath with Douma, relaxing in the warm water mixed with alcohol. Smoking as you take turns taking long puffs from the pipe.

Douma would definitely take a drag just to kiss you and blow the smoke in your mouth. Or directly in your face, depends on how he feels.

He would get the nicest sake he could find for you to drink. Teasing you by trying to take your drink, even if it does taste disgusting to him.

#douma x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #I have so many thoughts in my head but they won’t come out on paper

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lilgoatgal · 6 months

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I drew a thing.

I think that in wof, there would be 4 kingdoms that produce different forms of intoxicants.

Skywings would make wines, cause of they're fancy lifestyles and mountainous territory.

Rainwings would supply hallucinogenics, such as mushrooms and fermented fruit. It also makes sense culturally for the rainwings because of their relaxed lifestyles.

Sandwings would have a stake in tobacco farming, using the desert's oases to grow and cultivate the plant, as well as hookah pipes, since sandwings are known for their pottery skills.

And Icewings would be beer brewers, though I imagine it would, at least in Icewing culture, be seen as a peasants drink. Something the everyday Joe brews and drinks, as opposed to the uptight rigid Icewing aristocracy.

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hopeforkitten · 3 months

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Tav, a negligent warlock, comes to report to Raphael about his failure but finds him in an interesting position.

Tav's feet clicked smartly on the marble floor as she ran through the corridors of the house of hope, looking for Raphael and shouting his name. Portal magic was still failing her, this time she appeared not in the hall, but at the dungeon hatch. She quickly looked into the portal room, which turned out to be the closest and expected to be empty, and after checking that the doors leading to the banquet hall were closed, she ran on.

The next point on the route was the boudoir. The barrier let her through, giving her a feeling of warmth and calm, slightly calming her panic.

The name of the owner of the house did not have time to escape from her mouth when she looked around the room and in the last overlooked place she saw Raphael.

Tav was stuck between inhaling and exhaling, her eyes bulging at him.

Raphael looked at her with a questioning and displeased look, as if she were an indelible stain of dirt on one of his luxurious white shirts. He had always been characterized by that word, but now he was a model of it-sinful.

Raphael was sitting on the floor by the pool, leaning back against one of the columns. In front of him is an open book and a plate of fruit and a hookah a little to the side.

Tav swallows, realizing that instead of Raphael's usual layered and closed clothes, he is wearing a red robe, and it is clearly not floor-length, but almost above the knees. She is fascinated by his human form, the tanned exposed areas of his chest and ankles, thinking about his moderate body hair.

Raphael exhales briefly and says one word.

"Noise"

Tav is still standing in the doorway, looking at him like a puppy.

"Have a seat."

Accepting that action cannot be expected from a girl, he says, and briefly points to a place on the floor in front of him.

Tav obeys and drags his wobbly legs to the indicated place. She falls stiffly, noisily to the floor. her appearance does not fit this place at all. She is in full working warlock's attire, several layers of uniform finished with a heavy leather cloak, a dagger on her belt and a bag of equipment. This discrepancy caused she discomfort, she tried to look for support, shyly averting her eyes to the calm surface of the water.

Raphael was now looking at her somewhat searchingly. He brought the mouthpiece of the hookah to his mouth and took a drag. He exhaled smoke in her direction and Tav was surprised that it was not this that did not cause her to cough, but only a slight smell of bitterness. The smoky air of the boudoir calmed her down and she finally relaxed against a pillar. The importance of her case was fading.

"Open your mouth"

Tav was confused but obeyed. Raphael reached out to take a grape from the plate and hand it to her. The girl leaned forward taking the berry. Even the sweet taste of the fruit on her tongue did not interrupt her thoughts about the brief touch of his fingers to her lips.

Time didn't matter now.

What was so important she wanted to say? Is there anything more important than his rest? perhaps he is already aware and just wants to prolong the time of peace that she threatens to break?

Like a bolt from the blue, they are interrupted by a noise in the hallway. Swearing, crashing, and the clang of weapons snaps Tav out of his trance. She shudders in confusion, looking around.

"And what did you want to tell me?"

Finally, the devil asks, rubbing his forehead heavily.

"Raphael, I... my assignment is with those robbers. It seems my attempt at persuasion has failed. And portal magic. I still have problems with the randomness of the location and the duration of the gate opening."

Raphael slowly got to his feet. Tav quickly voices his aspirations without getting up, but striving to stretch as high as possible, indicating her excitement and remorse.

The devil passes by her, the girl turns to follow him, again admiring how his leg muscles contract when walking. At this rate, she will admire him during the torture, right? His patience must eventually run out for such a careless warlock.

After a ringing snap of fingers at the very doors of the boudoir, Raphael was enveloped in a table of sparks and the next moment he was in his usual formal clothes.

He disappeared through the doors and Tav turned, leaning on a pillar and hugging her knees to herself, thinking what this failure would entail.

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