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PSL - NSFW, approach with caution

- If you're looking to make an appointment to speak with the Administrator, please speak with Ms. Marette at the front desk.
- If you're looking to schedule a boxing match with the Administrator, please speak with Mr. Roussimoff in the Pankration Ring.
- If you have a really, really urgent matter that desperately needs the Administrator's attention right now, please find a senior guard and relay your information to them.
- If you have a new tea variety you'd like the Administrator to try, please leave it with Ms. Marette at the front desk or knock to the rhythm of the first movement of Furina's Benevolence and he will be with you shortly.

All other matters are first come, first served.

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Scar groans at the stinging rush of Brighella’s come inside him, the sharp pain of the teeth on the sensitive base of his horn. He lets the other man move him, lie him down on the floor, and he just lays there for a long moment, breathing ragged, gathering his faculties. He doesn’t think sex was that good, last time he managed to have it.

Odd to have Brighella checking on him, like he’s being careful. But the truth is easy. “Good. I’m good…”

And as for the other question… “What would you do if I stayed in them?” Would it be interesting, or would he just leave him bound and bored?

"Heh. There's an idea." What would he do with a chained up Mezzetino? The imagination runs wild. "Stash you under my desk and use you to warm my cock?" Scar runs hot, his mouth probably feels amazing, and it's not like the underside of Wriothesley's desk is short on space. "Maybe let you come if you do a good job."

He rests next to him, occasionally idly scratching the base of one of Scar's horns. "Work my frustrations out on you after meetings with idiots, too. You do take a beating very prettily. I wish you'd keep those bruises."

“Keep more than you do,” Scar points out. He leans into the touches. It feels… nice. “Would stay injured if I just kept using up all my energy as soon as it regenerated.”

His hunger for chaos and destruction will return, but for a moment, he feels… quiet.

He doesn’t want to wait a week between getting Brighella to touch him.

“A week if I don’t fight anyone,” he says. “What if I’m good, Lord Brighella?”

"True enough." That reminds Brighella he should probably put his scars back on before they see anyone else. They slowly start appearing on his skin, flashing blue first before settling into their usual colour.

Oh, he still loves how Lord Brighella sounds in Scar's mouth. He wants to say every night, but - that would probably be unsustainable if they're using this room. The trainees need it. Still, there's a lot of unused space in the Fortress, burrowed through the rock of Mount Esus. He could find somewhere else. It's not like he needs that much sleep, his body restores itself throughout the day so he rarely gets tired.

"If you're good... two days." That would give him enough time to find another space for them to play in and make sure it's accessible. "You can manage two days."

Scar watches the scars reappear with their glow. “Such pretty lights inside you…”

Two days. He can… probably manage that. “What does a good monster do, for two days?” If he’s going to actually try, he wants to know exactly what he’s trying to do.

Wriothesley laughs, rubbing the scar on his cheek. "That's true. It's a shame I don't bleed more, it'd be pretty."

"Let's see... no starting fights. Work your shifts at the meka factory, don't taunt the guards or staff. You can still fight in the Pankration if you want. Hell, if you want extra credit, you can step in if you see anyone getting bullied - I'll make an exception to the fighting rule for that, but no killing. If you feel yourself getting too bored, you can come find me in my office." That should be enough for two days, right?

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