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“ I can do it myself .. “ his voice is that same, sweet croon that it usually is , no tonal inflections to admit whatever mood he felt , though the set of his shoulders likely meant annoyance , and frustration . It doesn’t help he can’t see what he’s trying to do , applying soothing cream to the scars on his face , and he sets the clay pot down rather hard , on the table before him . “ useless . I’ll just deal with it .” 
          
          
          @crimsonpetaIs       x.

"is your hair natural?" 

“ i am certainly glad to have found this place, i am quite comfortable here. “ he mused with clothes on his body though  clear he wasn’t pleasant in having them on him.   fingers running through obsidian hair he watched the male closely,   “ mind showing me around this house? i am curious to see what rooms it has. “ 

how is it possible for you to be in here ?

( CB OR DROP PLEASE I BEG ) 

@carnaIities       He tilted his head to the side, offering more skin , a soft noise of pleasure leaving him . His throat was sensitive and the others lips felt like heaven , and his hips wiggle a bit . “ thank you ..” he still isn’t used to compliments, but from death he quietly accepts them . He’s definitely submissive , especially towards those he sees as his betters , and death was certainly at the top of the pecking order . 

@carnaIities     He’s still tying the sash before eyes dart up to study death , a faint blush soon darkening . “ your too kind .” He wasn’t used to such compliments, but when he received them he couldn’t turn them down, instead accepting them shyly .  Careful steps carry the admittedly curvy male onto the bed , and slowly into deaths lap . He’s nervous as he settles his thighs on either side of deaths own . He was nothing if not obedient . “ yes?” His voice is soft and pliant as it caresses deaths ears , the priest moving back slightly to study the others face up close . “ your the gorgeous one here .” 

@carnaIities     He stops to stare , his cheeks heating up before he shakes his head , eyes deviating from deaths tempting form . He needed to focus . “ it would be my upmost pleasure . “ he’s quick to gather the clothing , stepping out of the room briefly to tend to them, popping them in the wash before moving back into the space . His own habit needs cleaning , but he’s a bit shy about getting naked , even in front of his god . Slowly he turns his back towards death , biting his lip before he began to undress , slipping his cleric collar off before taking off the shapeless robe he was forced to wear . His body sags a bit in relief , the robe was hot and heavy , not very pleasant but something you got used too . His body is pale and slender , a small waist accented by a plump ass and shapely legs that ended in dainty ankles and small feet he was pretty . Slowly he turns to face death , rummaging through the trunk for a kimono of his own . he has small breasts that bounce each time he moves , though the most intimate and interesting part was the long slender cock nestled between his legs and the small pink vulva that glistened with slick , a silvery womb tattoo highlighting the area before he tugged on a plain black thong, sliding into the kimono robe and tying it at his waist . “ I would do it for anyone , but you are welcome .” 

@carnaIities        He recognizes that death is being serious , and so he stills , listening intently before he nods , ever so slowly . “ I put all of my faith onto you .” His cheeks are tear stained , and he doesn’t look after the father when Mitchell walks away , cursing under his breath , instead he takes a few deep breathes . “ I could use a shower after that .. or something that makes me cry because I want to .” It’s awkward, his attempt at flirting , but it’s there, and he did try to put effort into it . It’s not long before he’s pulling death back into their room , unbuttoning the males shirt before rummaging in a small chest of clothing , humming once he found the black silk robe he was looking for . Dragons and clouds adorn the fabric in swirling golds and vibrant hues of reds , blues, and greens , even purple and silver . He’s careful with the simplified yutaka before laying it over the bed for death to change into . “ wear this till I can clean your clothing .” 

@carnaIities         Father Mitchell died , he’s certain of it , especially after being brought back , sprawling on the floor in a heap . He can’t crawl away from the standing make fast enough . “ you — I’ll alert the The Vatican of this! “ his voice is wavering but strong , before he bolts out of the room shrewd harmful gaze lingering on the tall pair . Ren can’t help but cry, hiding his face into deaths chest as his shoulders shook with the force of it . He knows exactly what the other priest is talking about , but it’s not his fault he was born into a demon family , but he was human . Sobs turn to hiccups before he blearily looks up . “ no no he doesn’t need to die.. I’m sorry.. I ruined your shirt.” He touches the large almost transparent spot of the white button down , fussing over it as he dabs at it with a handkerchief .