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I can be persuaded. [ he is edging on exhaustion at the moment, so he’s definitely content to let emet dote on him. ] More than slightly. Give yourself a bit more credit. I enjoyed this one and the one in the game. You spoil me, Hades.

[He scratches at his hair lightly giving him a light scalp massage.]

I wouldn't indulge anyone else but you. And have you eaten? I could be convinced to feed you this time.

[ his ears flit about as he does so, the dusting of pink on his cheeks turning a much darker shade of red. ] …as I said, I’m spoiled. [ gives his cheek a kiss. ] No… but even if I had I wouldn’t refuse the offer.

[He kisses the back of his fox ears. Maybe even bites ones just slightly.]

Then longue here and look pretty. I have no doubts you have a stocked kitchen so I can make something light.

[ he looks just a little bit more charmed, if that were possible. ]

[ childe laughs, throwing his arms out to stretch as he works his way out of emet’s lap. flops over, tails fanning out as he lays comfortably on the floor. ]

I always make sure the kitchen here is well stocked. I think you’ll find just about everything you need.

[He covers him in blankets, pillows and a few kisses. He also drapes his jacket near him. He's not sure how far the animalistic nature goes, but he imagines he would enjoy his scent and any scent of dried blood on it.]

Then I'll be just a bit. Doze. I'll wake you when it is ready.

[And he looks at him fondly as he gets up, hobbling toward the kitchen area. He's making soup so it will be an hour or more. Plenty of time if Childe wants to power nap.]

[ childe is going to nestle into the nest emet's made for him, curling up and draping his tails over himself as he slips off into a light sleep. he'll be out by the time emet comes back, but if jostled ( even just a little ) he'll wake up. ]

[He'll come back and watch him for a bit just enjoying seeing the sight of his rhythmic breathing. But shortly after he'll stroke his back lightly to wake him having set the bowls aside to sit next to him.]

You look rather precious when you are resting.

You should rest with me... feed me too. [ peers up at him through disheveled bangs, his eyes moving to the soup. ] Smells good, what is it?

I was already planning on feeding you.

[He picks up a bowl and spoon, taking a scoop and nudging the spoon towards him.]

I tried one of the more exotic meets beyond poultry. Bison I believe it was. But something a little earthy with vegetables. I'm afraid I don't have a name for it.

[ takes a mouthful. ] Mm. So it's something you made just for me. [ leans in a little bit closer, ensuring they're nose to nose. ]

Inspired by you yes.

[He feeds him another bite and laughs tilting his head back.]

You can hardly eat when we are that close.

[ he takes the bite, but as soon as he's close enough he'll give emet's nose a lick. ] Just taking a taste of dessert. Don't mind me. I'm not going to spoil my appetite. [ snickers, settling back down into place. ]

You are going to reopen every single one of those wounds. That besides, you were the victor. Perhaps I should indulge you.

[Emet is determined to hand feed him most of this bowl of soup. He lost a lot of blood and he's a tad worried.]

How exciting. [ a chuckle as he eats as much as emet feeds him. he does start to feel better, because, for a minute there, he legit thought he might pass out. he’s definitely more tired than he’s letting on. ] Can you really say no to me?

I can, but not without a considerable amount of effort.

[He's pleased he eats most of it and puts the bowl aside, nudging him to lie down.]

Lie back so I can both address the wounds and indulge you.

[ childe laughs, delighted~ ] Did you eat too?

[ but he lays back, grabbing at his front to drag emet along with him. ]

I took care of them already. [ but they're a mess, a mess he's not willing to acknowledge, because he tried. ] But I'm all for the indulging.

I'm not the one about to pass out from blood loss.

[He is dragged but he props himself up on his hands to not put any extra pressure on him.]

Use that little trick of yours on yourself then. The one that makes you content and happy.

I'm not about to pass out. [ he's not *not* about to pass out... ] You want me to drug myself, pffahahaha. I only like doing it to other people, l~i~k~e~ you! [ tugs him down for a kiss, a weak burst of pheromones hitting them both. emet should be able to resist, but childe likely will have a problem. ]

[He indulges both the kiss and the pheromones a little before he pulls back, getting a nice heady mix to dull his own aching joints.]

It is a rather convenient ability.

[And even though he just showered, he will start to undress him.]

You're not wrong. I enjoy making people weak at the knees with it, or even with just my... me. [ another laugh as emet removes his briefs, which ( besides the towel ) was the only thing he was wearing. ] Should I keep doing it?

Whatever makes you feel better, my dear. Drug yourself silly if you like.

[He kisses his hip and runs his fingers over his skin, half for the feel of it and he is looking for injuries to rewrap. He got a few earlier, but this view will afford him better access to the other areas.]

[ there might be a couple more injuries peppered around him, but emet might have a bit of a hard time taking care of them, because childe is squirming around and laughing himself silly. he did let another burst of his pheromones out, so his face is now flushed and he's half hard. ]

[Then he is going to take the opportunity to tickle his sides gently.]

[ fluffs up, swatting haplessly at emet. ] Don’t! H- Hey stop!! Stop!! [ wheeze. ]

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