[ Of course there’s some fuckery underfoot. Hell’s got a brand to maintain. Nothing ever swings mundane when they can have one of those ironic, nightmare twists at the end.
Apparently the demons are dressing up in costumes now. Apparently it’s getting contagious. He finds out when one of the local demons corners him and then, when the flirting doesn’t go far enough to satisfy, shoved him into a wall and kisses him on the mouth.
Things get a little fuzzy after that. He loses the thread. Picks it up again when he’s staggering away - knife in hand, thankfully not in a goddamn costume - and promptly walks face-first into a wall.
So, his tech’s glitching too. On top of everything. And it’s getting -
Hot. Hard to focus. Gabe drags a hand down his face, trying to slow his breathing down. His skin feels too tight.
Belatedly, he remembers to sheath the knife before he drops it outright.
Not good. Really, not fucking good.
He twitches. ]
What?
[ He’s out in the open. Disoriented. And he thinks, but cannot tell, that he’s got someone watching. ]
Action - tdm antics
Apparently the demons are dressing up in costumes now. Apparently it’s getting contagious. He finds out when one of the local demons corners him and then, when the flirting doesn’t go far enough to satisfy, shoved him into a wall and kisses him on the mouth.
Things get a little fuzzy after that. He loses the thread. Picks it up again when he’s staggering away - knife in hand, thankfully not in a goddamn costume - and promptly walks face-first into a wall.
So, his tech’s glitching too. On top of everything. And it’s getting -
Hot. Hard to focus. Gabe drags a hand down his face, trying to slow his breathing down. His skin feels too tight.
Belatedly, he remembers to sheath the knife before he drops it outright.
Not good. Really, not fucking good.
He twitches. ]
What?
[ He’s out in the open. Disoriented. And he thinks, but cannot tell, that he’s got someone watching. ]