teufelshund | superhell pcs: date

Unfortunately!

… this is worst kind of thing to catch multiple times. But if it’s going to keep going, we still have until next weekend to wait for the party.

[ UH OH ]

One more week. Hopefully the immunity will at least last until then.

… And if it doesn’t?

[ … not a fun thought ]

That's the question, I suppose.

[ uuugggghhhh. ]

Guess we’ll see next week. There’s already been one lot of duplicates, so it’s already starting if that’s the case.

[ he nods, taking another sip from his mug... and shifts over a little closer to snuggle in. ]

On the bright side, the cocoa's pretty good this time, right? Hardly even spilled any milk making it.

[ oh ]

You did it from scratch again? Or did you use the microwave this time?

[ it is pretty good though. needed after what the fuck ever just happened to his brain over and over. he’s absolutely using mephisto like a leaning post at this point. comfy. ]

...Microwave. Could you tell?

…

[ help ]

Nope.

[ hang on he’s trying to laugh and also not spill his drink. ] What did we mess around with stove for again?

[ yeah, he's grinning at this. ]

I think we were trying to create the "authentic cocoa experience" or something? I dunno.

[ pfft ]

Yeah, screw that. Microwave’s easier and apparently tastes no different. Especially once you’re done dumping half a bag of marshmallows on top.

We've learned an important lesson here today.

Laziness is the way to go?

[ he puts an arm around date's shoulders. ]

Indeed!

[ ...and maybe strokes his hair a little. ]

[ touch week, yo. he just leans his head against mephisto’s shoulder. ]

Would’ve got us our drinks quicker, that’s for sure.

[ …………. ]

Shit, we could’ve spiked these.

[ touch week!!! he keeps stroking his hair. ]

If you really wanted to risk any of those weird side effects on a Thursday night, yes, we could have.

Isn’t there one that doesn’t do anything this week? Like… there’s the one that messes with your memory, the one that makes you want to fight god, and…. the [ frowns ] Santa one. But there’s that last one that doesn’t seem to do anything?

There is, but it's another lemony one. Doesn't sound so great with chocolate and cream.

The Santa one probably would have tasted pretty great in this, though, actually.

There’s a market for lemon chocolate and lemon cream, isn’t there? But maybe not all together. The point is it’d be alcoholic though— that’s a plus.

… Yeah but then we’d have to deal with seeing Santa. [ honestly? could be worse. ]

Correct. Which is why it's not in there.

[ pets. ]

Anyway, I'm not ruining my perfect cocoa success with lemon. I suppose we can always hit the bar before lockdown time if you really want to go back out into the cold that badly, though.

I really don’t.

[ it is cold out there. no. he’s had enough of that. ]

Maybe Malibu can get his hands on something not cursed to lace future drinks with. Because now I’ve thought about it, I want to try it.

That's what I thought.

They should be able to. They have normal alcohol at the trial and execution bars, after all.

[ they really just set themselves up for sitting room curfew early, huh? date isn't moving until he has to get snacks. or he gets shoved off, one or the other. ]

Perk of the job, I expect. It'd be rude and insensitive to bring hot chocolate to the inevitable trial this weekend for them to spike.

[ it would definitely be rude and insenstive. ] But I might ask Malibu for a bottle of something to bring back.

[ well, he does eventually need to run back and grab his pillow, but that can wait until closer to the snack run. so, no shoving. ]

Rude to whom, the victim?

[ the hand that's been stroking his hair moves to give him a little poke in the cheek. ]

Tell you what, if I'm dead tomorrow morning, you have my full blessing to bring hot chocolate to the trial and have them spike it.

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