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[givehead]

Pretty much yeah. (Egbert was an okay kid and all, but he was a massive dork that was responsible for Dirk's creation at the end of the day. He wonders if that really would have been better, and admits, rather quietly:)

I can't imagine what that would have been like.

(Either he would have been the closest to normal as possible, or he would have become an absolute monster. The thing was he did deeply love his friends. He missed them every single day he didn't talk to them. But some part of him thought that if any of them had to vanish into the void and show up in this city, he was glad it was him. Another part of him felt anxious that he wasn't back with them because he knew what they needed to stay safe.)

Maybe. Just because they share the same race doesn't necessarily mean they are friends with each other. Some might even join the fight to help me.

They are, yes. (Savage doesn't probe and Dirk doesn't expand. He's just fine with that arrangement.)

I will make a color-coded excel sheet.

(Organized by kink and rated by a desire to accomplish.

Maybe it was short-term and a few times, but it was nice to think about having someone they could both depend on intimately. Even if it didn't become something more or ended one day - it would be worth having in the meantime.)

Hell yeah, I am. (He was here to live the kind of life he would have never been able to otherwise.)

Wow, darlin'. You're buttering me up here, huh.

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I could explain it to you at some point, but it wouldn't be the same as living it.

[It wasn't as if his upbringing was typical after all, but he at least had his younger brother for much of it. He had something worth protecting, and for all the Brothers formed loose bonds with each other, they still could come together and be social. They had to work together after all or Dathomir would kill the loners quickly.

He hummed in agreement, expecting that to have a strong potential. It wasn't clear to him how the 'gods' interacted with each other so far.] Perhaps you will start a war among them. A few of the old ones seemed to dislike each other in Deerington.

[Dirk couldn't see it, but Savage definitely rolled his eyes at the notion of colour-coding. That was a bit much, and he'd prefer to keep a mental list. Of course, he was certain if Dirk knew it bristled him a little that it would be used to tease him. Play it cool, right?]

Won't everything just be coded in different shades of orange, since that's your favourite colour?

[He was pleased to continue this as long as Dirk was agreeable. It wasn't as if he had prospects lining up to have a go at him, and he didn't deny having that kind of physical outlet had soothed some of his gripes with this place. Maybe it wasn't so terrible. And there was something to be said for being able to steal some honesty without judgment or pity out of someone.]

It would be better if I could butter you here. You better have started making your way in my direction.

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[He could feel the confidence growing the longer that they engaged one another. He'd taken a shine once or twice to younger Zabrak, and sometimes they were shy about giving into their urges, holding themselves back at first. He experienced a similar transition in Dirk as confidence overrode hesitation. That in and over itself was an excellent reward.

At first, he thought that Dirk was going to be one of those quiet bedmates. That was interesting, given how mouthy the immortal was before all of this. Was it a sort of shyness? Or was it something else? Maybe Dirk was just one of the quiet ones... but he was betting that it might be something else. He simply thought that it would just require him to work harder after all, Dirk was responsive.

He tipped his head down when he did work a noise out of younger man, lips pulling in a grin.] So you do make noise. For a moment, I thought I'd be the noisier of the two of us. [Which would be an interested twist of this meet-up. He wasn't used to being the noisy one when it came to the people he associated with.

He dragged his metal fingers down the length of Dirk's chest, pausing to tweak a nipple along the way. He relaxed his weight back on his shins as those pale muscled legs find their way on either side of him, and he breathed out a sigh as his cock began to stir readily between his parted thighs. The pull so there was some good skin contact didn't hurt in the least and he leaned in to meet that kiss.

He too was more aggressive, far more demanding and rougher. His sharp teeth were employed with a hint of danger to wayward lips he might be able to get ahold of, dragging out hints of blood where he could get it. His hand dropped from Dirk's hair so he could drag his claws down between shoulder blades then walked his fingers down that dip of the spine as far as he could reach.

Then he moved to dump Dirk on his back. A little push with the Force was easy too, and apparently every use of it before created quite the thrill.]

[givehead]

No, it wouldn't be. But I appreciate the sentiment.

(Dirk was okay with that though. While he was aware of his living situation, he tried not to linger on it in general. Some part of him felt it was for the best as well that he had grown up that way.

Plus, he was now exposed to dozens of people.)

Wouldn't be the first time I started a war in a place I just woke up in. (And because this is Dirk, he sounds vaguely bored by the notion.) Psychologically if they have beef with each other already, they are going to look for the quickest route for validating that beef. I don't mind being a powder keg for a bunch of gods. It's fun being a catalyst.

(This time he sounds like he's smirking. Then he laughs yet again. It was amazing how often Savage actually managed to make Dirk Strider laugh. Maybe it was because the guy wasn't trying to make him laugh.)

Damn. You got me. Fifty shades of orange.

(Which is probably a joke that may or may not land with Savage. The honesty was refreshing. Dirk didn't feel like he needed to coddle Savage or lie to him. Dirk had no real social dynamics to judge Savage with. He liked what they had.)

Cool your horns. I was getting dolled up for you. I'll be there in a few minutes.

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[Sentiment was about all he could offer when it came to being with growing up surrounded by both adults and kits his own age. It was unique feeling, but he expected that Dirk would get to see a show eventually when he and Maul decided to make a move.

Though, at this rate, it was probably going to be a show of he and Maul fighting thanks to his brother potentially walking in on him and Dirk together, even if it was just sleeping. Maul wouldn't let such an opportunity go to waste, and Savage was definitely going to punch his brother for it.]

It wouldn't be the first war I've been involved in. [So yes, he was gamely for any sort of conflict that Dirk started. It had been awhile since he had thrown himself into the heat of battle and bloodied his sabers. He didn't want to be lazy or complacent.] And the opposite holds true too. If an outsider like a Sleeper starts a battle, others might come. I expect you can take care of yourself just fine. [He had no reason to coddle Dirk.

He definitely didn't understand the fifty shades reference at all. He didn't even pretend it was a reference. Instead, he was force to take it literally.]

There aren't actually fifty shades of orange that exist and have names.

[Someone had never been to the paint swatch aisle. Or had he been shopping much. It didn't matter because Dirk was amused, and he didn't usually make anyone laugh.]

Is this going to involve thigh highs? Or are you fluffing your hair?

[givehead]

(Dirk would no doubt be deeply amused if Maul ever walked in on them. It wouldn't help that Dirk would be just as obnoxious as Maul. After all, he was a big brother type too. He understood wanting to emotionally torment your bro.)

I don't really know a life without some sort of war going on. (It added spice to life? He didn't know how to settle down.)

You and me both. Neither of us is the type to roll over belly up the moment shit hits the fan. (Oh man. He laughs again, louder this time because fuck he loved aliens.)

You'd be amazed at how many shades of color exist.

Yeah, probably. I've been waiting forever for an excuse to use thigh highs in a sexual situation. I'll be there in five. Do you want anything? I can pick up whatever.

[givehead]

Mmm. Most people don't take me off guard enough for me to bother with noise.

(He liked to play hard on every level. It was more out of stubbornness to appear cool and collected at all times rather than shyness. His obsession with control invaded every element of his life. Savage certainly would need to work overtime, but Dirk wanted to get noises out of Savage too. He had no interest in being passive.

He liked seeing Savage grin. He liked that metal hand on him as much as the flesh one. He couldn't tell which he preferred. The sharp teeth were even better. He's just about to grab one of Savage's horns when suddenly he's dropped onto his back. There's another gasp and then a small huff of laughter.)

Now you're just being feisty.

(And he was not going to say no to it. He only really pulls away from Savage so he could rest back against his own pillows. He reaches around to the cinderblock bedside table to where he had a small black jar of something like lube. He winds up dropping it next to them on the bed.)

Would you like me to prep myself? (It's a sincere question. Jake had struggled with that sort of thing. Dirk, on the other hand, had been playing with himself like that forever. He didn't mind if Savage would prefer it. Hell, he'd put on a show with it and everything if the guy wanted it.)

[opress]

[He'd fight them both if he had to, should the situation call for him to be mocked for who and when he decided to sleep with someone. Brothers could be so annoying, but he'd step on both Dirk and Maul just as he had with Feral the first time his little brother had decided to poke fun at him about such matters.]

If warriors don't have a fight in future, they'll just make one to suit their needs for a good fight. [It was either die of boredom or die in a fight. He knew which he would take over the other.]

No, I take all shit standing up. And my fights. You bring a war, and I'll find a good fight.

[He grunted, shaking his head and not certain how to take that.]

There are only three colours of orange: light orange, orange and dark orange. Anything more is just being wasteful.

[Now he was very, very curious about these thigh highs. They had been be as impressive as Dirk made them sound.]

No, I don't need anything. It's stocked enough here. I shall send Ruin to wait for you at the nearest portal. It will lead the way. Can't have you getting lost.

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[Savage was taller, and he had a longer reach. He would use both to his advantage, and he tilted his head as he considered the claim. He took tight lipped to be a challenge, not a virtue of how much Dirk might actually be enjoying himself.]

So you'll make me work to have you come undone then? Fair enough... it shouldn't be easy.

[And work at it he would.

He allowed Dirk to move without complaint, not expecting an escape and knowing it wouldn't get the younger man far if he could just Force Pull Dirk back to him. A little squirming allowed him to watch the way that skin moved over muscle, noting the odd and rather ugly looking tattoo. There was little to no elegance to it, but it still somehow suited Dirk.

His eyes shifted to the jar, and he reached out to pick it up and examine it. He even opened it to sniff at the contents, his gaze returning to Dirk as he raised his brows in a touch of surprise.]

It's not necessary. Prepping is half the fun...? [His tone indicated that he had never actually had someone offer to do it for him. He was going to read too much into it even as he was curious for the offer. Maybe Dirk living alone had something to do with it. He leaned down all the same, nipping his way up Dirk's stomach and chest.] Unless you have something against me seeing if I can get you to squeal? That's a noise humans can make, yes?

[givehead]

That's exactly right.

(Striders were literally created to be warriors. There was a reason they had both been placed into aggressive classes. Why they were both familiar and comfortable with death and dying. Dave had grown used to his own corpse even more than Dirk had adjusted to his.)

I like to hear that. It would be sexier to see it.

(So sue him. He liked a guy who could hold his own. It was hot.)

False. There is a wide range of colors in nature for a reason. Colors can indicate the danger level of a creature or what you're dealing with in your ecosystem...

(There's some noise on his end. Presumably Dirk leaving his own place.)

I never get lost. I'll see you soon.

(He ends the call there. When he arrives at the other lamp, it's evident why it had taken him some time. He had taken a lot of time to transform his face to look more like a deer's, even going as far to work on some prosthetic ears and lightweight horns. His usual black lenses were replaced with red ones. He had on a brown crop-top edged with fur and complete with a red harness because Dirk was not one to skimp on the themed details. A pleated brown skirt complete with brown thigh-highs and low-cut black boots.

Despite the outfit, he didn't look more delicate. The outfit seemed to exist the muscles he had, making the shape of his thighs more blatant, the tone and definition of his stomach and width of his shoulders better emphasized. He wasn't dressing to look like a woman or feminine - regardless of the skirt. He was dressing to appeal to a baser instinct in men and he hoped that the same appeal would work on a Zabrak. Even if it didn't, he liked how he looked right now. He knew he wore the outfit well. Dirk lacked many things, but confidence had never been one of them.

He follows Ruin back to Savage's house and when he shows up, he announces himself with an effortless swagger, strolling in. The moment he actually sees Savage in person, he cocks his hip to the side and lifts a hand into the air.)

Merry Christmas. You're about to get laid.

[givehead]

Nothing is truly satisfying if it isn't properly earned.

(Not in his books anyway. Granted, he was being something of a slut right now, sleeping with this guy after having only known him for less than 24 hours. But damn if he cared. He had been denied his slut phase and he was going to grab it by the horns. In this case, that was quite literal and this was already going down in the books as the best time he's had sexually.

Not that there was much to compare to, but he was fairly certain that even if there was, this would be up there. Dirk was glad he had a bit of a jittery desperation for sex. It meant that despite his inexperience, he was comfortable with sex, comfortable with his own body due to extensive masturbation sessions.

There really was no elegance to the tattoo. It was the product of Dirk giving himself a shaky tattoo when he was a dumbass teenager, but he did love it, even if it was bittersweet.

The contents inside were nearly odorless. As much as he liked a nice scent, he knew those nice scents usually shouldn't go inside of someone. He stares back at Savage and realizes that the man was actually interested in taking care of him.)

Word. Cool. (Yeah, right. People did that. He did that. He felt another curl of interest in his stomach. Dirk was, to no one's surprise, a complete peacock. He wasn't used to the attention and it was making him flourish. God knows this was planting some seeds for an increased obsession with Savage in the future, but they could deal with that later.)

I don't squeal. (That much he figured. He smirks.) But I would certainly love to see you try.

(He slides his legs apart as Savage nips his way south. He rests his hand against Savage's head, deciding that he really liked the horns. He liked hair too, but with Savage, he didn't miss it whatsoever. The bald look suited Savage well.)

It's a noise humans can make, sure. (He strokes a thumb against the base of one of Savage's horns.)

If I feel one coming, I'll make sure to resist.

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Perhaps in future we fight some creatures of this place.

[That sounded like a good time, though he wouldn't exactly call it a date. He was still sticking to his guns that he didn't date - mostly because he had never dated and it wasn't a part of how his society operated. He wouldn't do what he didn't understand, though the theory of it made sense, especially watching other people talk about it. All it did was sound like some kind of exclusivity bargain.]

And all colours can be boiled down to light, dark and whatever is in the middle of those two. Don't split nails. [They didn't have hair, so no splitting those.

Savage hadn't really prepared for someone coming over, but the house he shared with his brother was generally neat and tidy. He didn't own much, so any items that were out were probably the property of Maul. Dirk might actually be the first person that he had bothered to invite over, and so far, he considered expectations low.

However, one thing he did make an effort for was that he had relaxed by taking off his armour and sat on a chair at a table in nothing more than a black undershirt and his pants. He actually didn't own any other clothing than that, and he cleaned his only set of clothing regularly. At the table, a Lego project was laid out and mostly unsorted. There were parts of a frame put together, but Savage never finished a project without his brother so he was just putting pieces together as he liked to build something of his own.

Ruin was the all the announcement that he needed to know that Dirk had arrived, and he sat back in his chair with a clear view of the door as the tentacle monster worked it open and spun into the room. If a rathtar could be proud of itself, that would be Ruin with hisses. As soon as Dirk was inside, Ruin rolled back out again to the yard to go and hunt for food.

And Savage stopped rolling a piece of Lego between his fingers at the sight that greeted him. Was that what a reindeer was if in human form? He'd seen many things in the galaxy - some way stranger than this - so it was easy to take it in stride, but it wasn't long before his usual curiousity of Dirk overrode any caution at seeing someone stroll in looking all made up like that.

He chuffed a non-verbal greeting as he rose to his bare feet and approached.] So this is 'sexy reindeer'?

[He walked around to look at the outfit and the make-up specifically. He leaned down to have a good look, even tugged on the edge of the skirt before he lifted it a bit to feel the weight of the material. While not pleated, he had worn something a bit similar, and he had learned the benefits pretty quickly on Dathomir and very little had to do with being breezy. His metal fingers tugged at the top before dipping under to drag his digits over abs and then he was leaning down much further to eye the thigh highs that he had been told about. Ah, they were literally material that went to the thighs, as expected, but the material definitely emphasized Dirk's muscular legs.]

You better not be interested in taking that off, though I don't guarantee the horns will make it through the night. [He sounded interested, on the verge of a compliment when one probably wasn't necessary. Dirk looked good.]

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Sounds like a lesson taught to kits.

[Sounds like something he had told Feral on at least one occasion but probably more when his younger brother was being a whiny pest. It was true though, and he was used to having to fight for absolutely everything that came to him. If he wanted to earn anything out of Dirk, there would be a fight because they both seemed to enjoy that. Verbally, he was usually just stubborn, but physically... he knew how to work someone over.

One of the more interesting parts of harnessing the Black Market and the criminal underworld was that sex was sold as frequently as weapons or drugs. Some meetings didn't happen without being inside of some sweet smelling establishment for peddling flesh and there were plenty of scents that seemed to go on, into or around a body. Thankfully Dirk was sensible.

He coated his flesh fingers with the lubricant as his metal one slid under where Dirk was laying to elevate his hips and ass up some. He paused to add a sharp nip to the swell of a hip bone at the assurance that no squealing would be had.] Then let's see what noises I can wring from you, resistance or no. I hope your immortality comes with stamina....

[That might be the only warning he gave that his height and muscles weren't the only big thing about him. Twin hearts meant that he didn't fatigue quickly or easily, not that he had divulged that part yet. He'd let it be a surprise for another time, if it needed to come up at all.

Flesh hand moved under Dirk and he started with petting the younger man's hole to be a touch of a tease but also spread a bit of lube there. Never too much, and he was uncertain if his girth was going to be a major issue. Time would tell, but he was keen to fuck Dirk into a pliable mess.

With that in mind, his mouth returned to kissing and nipping his way further south to his first goal. At the same time, he began to work his first digit into Dirk, careful with his claws which probably added a hot element of danger knowing who he was about to sleep with. His tongue flicked out beyond his sharp teeth to drag from root to tip of Dirk's cock, and he could and would take cues from the hand on his horns.]

[givehead]

(He would absolutely fight some monsters with Savage. At this point, it would just be a good bonding experience for them. Dirk didn't have much concept for real dates either, so they would be safe on that front.

Dirk was happy to follow the tentacle monster. He had already decided that he loved Ruin. There had been some attempts at some variation of petting before he entered Savage's home. Dirk is absolutely content with himself right now, actually grinning, all too excited to deal with Savage right now and see what Savage would do with him.)

Something like it, yeah. (Beneath the skirt was a black pair of panties with a heart-shaped hole over the ass. Sticking out was a puffy deer tail attached to a plug that had been comfortably settled inside of Dirk. He really was ready to go. He lets Savage examine him, feeling a bit of an exciting rush as the man examines him so closely.)

I have no intention of removing anything. Except maybe the tail. (He turns around on his heel to flip the back of his skirt up to show Savage what he meant by that. The skirt drops back down and he turns around, smiling again.)

I can sacrifice the horns. But we'll see how much we can keep intact. (He moves to place his hands on Savage's shoulders, not minding the height difference in the slightest.)

I take it you like this? (He wanted to hear Savage admit as much. Not that he needed the validation, but he liked to hear it anyway and he liked the idea of dressing to please Savage. If the guy liked this then he would do similar outfits in the future.)

[givehead]

(Dirk is a responsive bed partner. When that hand slides beneath him, he lifts his hips to make it easier for Savage. That little nip does get a small, near moan from Dirk. He stifles it last minute, but Savage would likely realize that it had felt good for him.)

It does. Don't you worry none. (He was designed for a long and hard ride. Dirk would be delighted to discover the realm of Savage's insatiability. The pressure of that finger was already making Dirk feel electric. He had a hunch that Savage would give him a nice stretch, something that didn't make him too afraid. He had made his own toys and most of them went above and beyond the average scope of traditional human cocks.)

Oh, yes. (That...That was unexpected. He had become a bit of a pro at sucking cock, but he didn't have much experience of having his own sucked. His fingers curl tighter around Savage's horns. He doesn't want to make too much noise yet, but there were plenty of silent cues that Savage was absolutely going the right way. He liked the heavyweight of Savage's mouth, and he makes a mental note to repay the favor sometime later. If he had anything to say about this situation, this wouldn't be a one-off roll around.)

Voice;

[lightthedarkness]

Then why even bring up getting you a weapon?

I'll have to show you a kimono sometime, then you won't be so surprised.

Well, now you have, and I won't be upset if you stop eating them or continue eating them. It was just getting you to try new things.

[opress]

[Ruin had probably already tried to chew on Dirk at least once more but otherwise was more the clingy type with those it recognized as not-for-eating because said people smelled and tasted like him. If he actually wanted time alone with Dirk, Ruin would have to go otherwise it would turn into the kind of group hug that wouldn't afford them much opportunity to explore all of there was to offer with this outfit. No doubt by morning, Ruin would join them for warmth.

At first, he didn't realize the little tail was connected to a plug at all, simply assuming the panties were there to push the aesthetic that Dirk was pushing. He even leaned in to sniff at Dirk's hair, which wasn't an abnormal behaviour as he did enjoy scenting. Also, Dirk's hair was always a point of interest for him, fluffed up and style however it was.

As soon as his attentions were brought to the hidden addition from the tail, he made a grumbling noise of amused surprise. That was not something he had seen before, and he even went so far as to poke the tail but more to the point, the plug too.] Where do you find these things? Or do you build them like you do robots?

[His mismatched hands seized Dirk's hips with a touch of roughness, dragging their fronts together. Then he made a point of shoving them both backwards until the younger man's back could hit the island that separated the kitchen and dining area.] If I can't eat a reindeer, this is the next best thing I think. I suppose this Christmas holiday isn't so bad.

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[His mechanical hand didn't fatigue, which made it ideal for a drawn out teasing session. The assistance was good if unnecessary, and the change in angle made it easier for him to work. He made certain to mentally catalog what drew noise from Dirk, so once he was finished with the blond's cock, he'd probably see how those hips would response to some extra attention as well.]

I wasn't worried. [He wasn't. It seemed to him that they both had hit the point of wanting a hard ride, and that's how it would play out unless... well, Fluttershy was called.

For now, he worked his singular digit inside of Dirk, stroking for that special spot he assumed that humans had same as Zabrak. Beyond that, he withdrew his finger to the first digit then thrust it back in, repeating the feature until there was enough give that he felt confident enough to start to work a second into the blond.

At the same time, his tongue stroked up the underside of Dirk's cock, adding little nips back down one side as he drew back down only to repeat. He was careful of his teeth, but back on Dathomir, he personally had found the threat arousing, enjoying the hint of dangerous that never came to be anything beyond teasing. Soon his lips closed around the tip of Dirk's cock, sucking with a roll of his chin as the tip of his tongue teased the slit. Perhaps he could earn a few noises...?]

Voice;

[opress]

There are other weapons beyond a lightsaber that I would put to use. I am proficient is most martial weapons.

What is a kimono?

It will deserve a few more bites for me to determine if I can learn to like sweet things.

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul slept soundly through the remaining hours of the night until early morning hit. Even when he wasn't out all night, he wasn't a morning person, and slept all through until the late morning most days. But Savage gathering him up in a strong hug was enough for him to open up his eyes, smiling just a little. His voice was slurred with sleep.]

I take it you found your present?

[opress]

[Savage often woke early, though usually he made a point of not disturbing his brother. A sleep deprived Maul was a cranky Maul.

This seemed a special occasion if all the human's talking about this weird holiday had any truth. He hadn't realized that his brother bought into it, but he wouldn't deny the sentiment was more than he expected. He did like credits. He liked his brother as much as.

His purring continued, a deep rumble of his chest, and he didn't relent with his hug either.]

I did. Where did you collect those credits?

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul stretched out a little to get his blood flowing again before wrapping one arm around the burly arms of Savage that were still encircling him. This right here was the best Christmas present he could have asked for. He began to purr back just a little bit.]

I know someone here who can summon gold by will alone. If you offer him things that he values, he will create it. He gave me many coins in exchange for merely a story.

[opress]

[He did not relent in his hold, instead using the fact that Maul uncurled to pull his brother harder against his chest. He sighed out a louder purr, even as he nuzzled the side of Maul's temple with his own.]

Who is this entity, brother? Think of the bounty that we could have with just stories. You're full of stories.

[While he might covet currency, he recognized it might not be as useful here in this place. He still was pleased to have received such a gift.]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul's eyes wrinkled up and then closed in happiness at the close contact with his brother. Maul was happier than he'd been in a long while. Trench hadn't been any easier than Deerington had been but with his brother here it made a lot of it worthwhile. Finally, he understood what people meant when they talked to him about why Christmas was such a valued holiday for those that lived on Earth.]

His name is Paimon. He is a demon that possesses the body of a boy named Peter. His host is a bit useless but very obedient since he is terrified of me.

[Alright, so Maul still sounded a little proud of that fact even with Usagi trying to get him to treat Peter better. What could he say? Maul really did value obedience in the people around him.]

But the demon is very, very powerful. He accepts offerings of all kind in exchange for gold.

Voice;

[lightthedarkness]

I'm not getting you a weapon for the holidays.

It's a garment from my home country. I'll show it to you someday.

I mean, there are several cookies there, Savage. Take as many or as few bites as you want.