Oh my gods I’m so sorry I didn’t reply sooner. I got two jobs, had to deal with a housing problem, and relationship problems. Back now, I swear. I'm so sorry. This is SOOOOO good and I can't wait for more!
Dave almost choked on his own spit, “You— you knowingly— Foggy you knew he’s Satan and you sassed him! That— That’s—” Ahahahahahahhaaha!
“Foggy, the Boss likes you! What did you do?” He was just his own sweet self.
You can still hear the poor bastard screaming on some floors of The Pillar.” “Then he must have done something awful.” Foggy quipped. “He didn’t! He just wanted to get the hang of chemistry! Holy shit, who’s that?!
You’re just a human! Foggy, you should have been strung out on the Rack the second you got here—” Dave’s voice here died in a pitiful gurgle, and Foggy was suddenly aware of just how many people around them had started talking. However, the human just watched the demon as his expression slowly morphed from confused to horrified as he realized what he had just said, and to who. Foggy wasn’t above admitting that watching this particular revelation gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. “I— I’m sorry. I was out of line.” Dave’s voice was quiet, barely a shadow of what it was a few seconds before. Foggy just hummed noncommittally, and allowed them to fall into a silence as he took a long sip from his drink. “OK, Dave,” Foggy said, decisively putting his latte down on the table between them, “Now that I know how you really feel, you’re going to answer my questions.” He punctuated this statement with a smile, and the earlier satisfaction from getting Dave to crack only multiplied as he saw sweat break out on the other’s brow. Wow. WOW. On the one hand, Dave is right. On the other, he was out of line and Foggy getting to enjoy his new status is nice.
Finally making it up to his apartment, Foggy wasn’t surprised to see Matt lounging on his couch like a cat, a huge asshole cat that had a lot to answer for. Accurate.
“Well,” Matt said slowly, patronizingly, “you are my favorite.” *melts*
“Don’t look at my boner when we fight,” Matt muttered, pulling a pillow into his lap and curling in on himself. Against his will, Foggy snorted in laughter at the petulant tone. Oh my GODS.
I’m so glad they finally talked, so important. And wow, Matt playing the long con.
“Not… necessarily.” Foggy’s expectant silence egged him on. “My goal wasn’t to piss you off to, well, get off but… it felt nice. Not a lot of people call me out on being an asshole, or when they do, it has permanent consequences one way or another.” By now, Matt’s voice dropped down low enough that Foggy had to lean in to hear clearly. “You gave me the derision I deserved, and you didn’t leave. That felt good. Like, really good. Good enough that I wanted to know how far I could go and still get to— get to have you come back.” Oh Matt, you … you are the subbiest sub.
“Sit down, Matt.” Foggy’s voice was gentle, and yet it made Matt drop to the couch like a rock. *fans self* GODDAMN.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” “We’ve known each other for five years. That can’t be that long for you.” “Felt like centuries.” “Drama queen,” Foggy pulled their hands to his cheeks, letting Matt feel his smile. “You’re impossible. What am I going to do with you?” “Not sure. But…” Matt drawled, characteristic smirk pulling at his lips, “you have a lot of time to figure that out.” *cackles* Yes please!
Re: Applied Contract Law, 13 part 2/20-ish
Oh my gods I’m so sorry I didn’t reply sooner. I got two jobs, had to deal with a housing problem, and relationship problems. Back now, I swear. I'm so sorry. This is SOOOOO good and I can't wait for more!
Dave almost choked on his own spit, “You— you knowingly— Foggy you knew he’s Satan and you sassed him! That— That’s—”
Ahahahahahahhaaha!
“Foggy, the Boss likes you! What did you do?”
He was just his own sweet self.
You can still hear the poor bastard screaming on some floors of The Pillar.”
“Then he must have done something awful.” Foggy quipped.
“He didn’t! He just wanted to get the hang of chemistry!
Holy shit, who’s that?!
You’re just a human! Foggy, you should have been strung out on the Rack the second you got here—” Dave’s voice here died in a pitiful gurgle, and Foggy was suddenly aware of just how many people around them had started talking.
However, the human just watched the demon as his expression slowly morphed from confused to horrified as he realized what he had just said, and to who. Foggy wasn’t above admitting that watching this particular revelation gave him an odd sense of satisfaction.
“I— I’m sorry. I was out of line.” Dave’s voice was quiet, barely a shadow of what it was a few seconds before.
Foggy just hummed noncommittally, and allowed them to fall into a silence as he took a long sip from his drink.
“OK, Dave,” Foggy said, decisively putting his latte down on the table between them, “Now that I know how you really feel, you’re going to answer my questions.”
He punctuated this statement with a smile, and the earlier satisfaction from getting Dave to crack only multiplied as he saw sweat break out on the other’s brow.
Wow. WOW. On the one hand, Dave is right. On the other, he was out of line and Foggy getting to enjoy his new status is nice.
Finally making it up to his apartment, Foggy wasn’t surprised to see Matt lounging on his couch like a cat, a huge asshole cat that had a lot to answer for.
Accurate.
“Well,” Matt said slowly, patronizingly, “you are my favorite.”
*melts*
“Don’t look at my boner when we fight,” Matt muttered, pulling a pillow into his lap and curling in on himself. Against his will, Foggy snorted in laughter at the petulant tone.
Oh my GODS.
I’m so glad they finally talked, so important. And wow, Matt playing the long con.
“Not… necessarily.” Foggy’s expectant silence egged him on. “My goal wasn’t to piss you off to, well, get off but… it felt nice. Not a lot of people call me out on being an asshole, or when they do, it has permanent consequences one way or another.”
By now, Matt’s voice dropped down low enough that Foggy had to lean in to hear clearly. “You gave me the derision I deserved, and you didn’t leave. That felt good. Like, really good. Good enough that I wanted to know how far I could go and still get to— get to have you come back.”
Oh Matt, you … you are the subbiest sub.
“Sit down, Matt.” Foggy’s voice was gentle, and yet it made Matt drop to the couch like a rock.
*fans self* GODDAMN.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“We’ve known each other for five years. That can’t be that long for you.”
“Felt like centuries.”
“Drama queen,” Foggy pulled their hands to his cheeks, letting Matt feel his smile. “You’re impossible. What am I going to do with you?”
“Not sure. But…” Matt drawled, characteristic smirk pulling at his lips, “you have a lot of time to figure that out.”
*cackles* Yes please!