If by here, do you mean trapped in a glorified chrome cage while Sleeping Beauty snores away?
[ While much of the fault for relocating him to the car's interior belongs to The House, that doesn't prevent J from laying some blame for his current predicament at Viktor's feet. The reason for which his companion may soon figure out if an attempt is made to exit any of the doors that, shockingly, refuse to unlock. Apparently, the car has its own ideas about making these two stay put, nice and cozy-like, until they become far better acquainted. That's not the irritating part. It is basically a given in this place that people need to canoodle at least a bit, but that's rather difficult to manage when the other party is out like a light! ]
Long enough to read this cover to cover. [ The item in question is held up to what passes for the lighting situation in the dimmed car's interior, revealing one of the many forms of entertainment The House has self-published. The illustrated figures on the front maintain a level of nudity that is barely tasteful and gives an idea of what lurks between the pages. ] Twice. For a dirty magazine, it was surprisingly wordy.
Or were you referring to the place actually hosting this backseat rendezvous? [ He could dole out a number of months or years, but J is too keenly aware of the value of such information and how useful it can be when traded for something he wants.
Opting for a different track, the demon abandons his reading material and gathers up the plush blanket as he moves to his feet. Even with how spacious it is, the car's interior isn't built for creatures towering more than seven feet tall. So when he crosses the distance to approach his scantily-clad companion, the act should be at best ungainly if not downright awkward. Strangely enough, the cramped space never poses an issue as he prowls closer on silent paw pads that barely make a sound.
Once J's near enough to see what sort of skin he intends to cover up, it's not merely his third eye that decides to slide over the expanse of flesh purpled and shrunken against the musculature beneath. When his gaze should reflect horror, or at best, empathy, instead there's only a glint of intrigue. ]
Here. [ With little fanfare, the demon moves to guide the blanket around Viktor's shoulders, so that it might swallow the skeletal frame in its clutches and supply a semblance of dignity The House had stripped away. ] You may feel toasty right now, but I can promise you that won't be the case once you've stepped outside.
[ For the wellbeing of the luxury fleet stashed there, the parking garage is kept continuously cool by the same enigmatic machinery that runs the fictitious weather that rules the Vale and keeps the resort's interior a perfect temperature in every season. ]
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[ While much of the fault for relocating him to the car's interior belongs to The House, that doesn't prevent J from laying some blame for his current predicament at Viktor's feet. The reason for which his companion may soon figure out if an attempt is made to exit any of the doors that, shockingly, refuse to unlock. Apparently, the car has its own ideas about making these two stay put, nice and cozy-like, until they become far better acquainted. That's not the irritating part. It is basically a given in this place that people need to canoodle at least a bit, but that's rather difficult to manage when the other party is out like a light! ]
Long enough to read this cover to cover. [ The item in question is held up to what passes for the lighting situation in the dimmed car's interior, revealing one of the many forms of entertainment The House has self-published. The illustrated figures on the front maintain a level of nudity that is barely tasteful and gives an idea of what lurks between the pages. ] Twice. For a dirty magazine, it was surprisingly wordy.
Or were you referring to the place actually hosting this backseat rendezvous? [ He could dole out a number of months or years, but J is too keenly aware of the value of such information and how useful it can be when traded for something he wants.
Opting for a different track, the demon abandons his reading material and gathers up the plush blanket as he moves to his feet. Even with how spacious it is, the car's interior isn't built for creatures towering more than seven feet tall. So when he crosses the distance to approach his scantily-clad companion, the act should be at best ungainly if not downright awkward. Strangely enough, the cramped space never poses an issue as he prowls closer on silent paw pads that barely make a sound.
Once J's near enough to see what sort of skin he intends to cover up, it's not merely his third eye that decides to slide over the expanse of flesh purpled and shrunken against the musculature beneath. When his gaze should reflect horror, or at best, empathy, instead there's only a glint of intrigue. ]
Here. [ With little fanfare, the demon moves to guide the blanket around Viktor's shoulders, so that it might swallow the skeletal frame in its clutches and supply a semblance of dignity The House had stripped away. ] You may feel toasty right now, but I can promise you that won't be the case once you've stepped outside.
[ For the wellbeing of the luxury fleet stashed there, the parking garage is kept continuously cool by the same enigmatic machinery that runs the fictitious weather that rules the Vale and keeps the resort's interior a perfect temperature in every season. ]