Pendleton

"Gonna. Make it. POP!"

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saw glasses you can wear to read while laying down and as someone with chronic everywhere pain that sounds really nice actually

“ 𝘉efore your gods knew
𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 && 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚

, I draw 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 with one
hand

Oh... oh no.

Pendleton sagged, covering his face with his hands in despair, curling up on the couch.

Oh no!

"For one moment, we are more then just ourselves."

"Oh! So you're from the future basically," Pendleton exclaimed, surprised, "Um, did they.... ever catch Jack the Ripper?"

"You're also currently in London... what time period did you come from?"

"Well it's January 5th, 1888 today... if that helps."

When the kiss was eventually broken, the inventor felt a bit dazed, having to steady himself carefully.

Enmu would of certainly got a taste of him, as he had tasted Enmu. It was... a unique experience.

"Ah... ah..."

He heard Enmu snort in laughter and almost lost his nerve, thinking about pulling away. Perhaps this had been a bad idea, perhaps he'd rushed it to far. Perhaps-

Then he felt Enmu grip his soft face and they were still kissing, Pendleton's heart speeding up. Oh good heavens!

"It's alright, it's gone, don't worry," he soothed, "Just relax."

Oh, it really did bother him, didn't it? Carefully, Pendleton put the gun away, locking it in a drawer. Once it was out of sight, he approached Alastor, looked at him.

His eyes, his ears, the X over his forehead. Had he'd been... shot?

He reached out then, gave Alastor a hug, protectively.

Pendleton came back after a moment, hot water for Enmu and some tea for himself, setting them on the low table by the couch and looking to see his guest milling about. Oh, he hoped Enmu wouldn't find him strange... well stranger.

perhaps the ship at large would of had a different name.

There was also inventions of different sizes, most completed, other's a work in progress. They all were steam powered.

There were blueprints here and there, rolled up or hanging from lines of string, different designs, drawn with minute details. One even showed a zeppelin even though at this time the zeppelin hadn't yet been invented.

If Pendleton had been the first,

That... hadn't been enough, there was no way such a kiss would transition a taste.

So, he reached forth with his other hand, graceful, soft fingers tracing along Enmu's jaw, leaning forward to kiss him back, full and warm on the lips.

A soft flick of his tongue, coaxing. There, that was better.

Pendleton noticed the shaking because he was a watcher, he noticed everything, every little detail. So when Enmu pat his chest, his own hand reached up, willowy fingers closing over the other's hand, holding him.

He nibbled his bottom lip a little, unsure, his face still pink.

He seemed quite happy, moving to and fro smoothly and quickly.

"Lempo, I see," he nodded, wondering if it would be correct to address this person as Mr. or Sir to be polite. Well, perhaps it was best he didn't bother with it to much.

"Right away then, uh... please make yourself comfortable," he said, getting up to go retrieve a few of his blueprints and plans.

"Oh, well I... I've never fired a gun before, least till now," Pendleton admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, "It's... very powerful, isn't it?"

"Did you ever handle a gun before?"

Or maybe not, Alastor looked like a deer. A deer wouldn't use a gun... unless...

"You want to try?"

|| In my head yes, though if you need him to be standing for some reason go ahead. :)

|| Don't worry. He did. ^^

"A-Alright, I'll get that for you right away," he said, hopping up, flustered. He headed off to the kitchen quickly, almost fleeing.

Pendleton was trying his best to be a good host, though at some point he had to stop fussing. A bit like a mother hen.

Enmu didn't need to act to please the inventor, though Pen did nod, his pretty eyes glancing down when Enmu touched his arm.

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After he'd fired the gun, Pendleton froze when he saw someone watching him, his laughter dying in his throat. He blushed.

"Ah, that was... sorry, that was loud, um..." he flustered, placing the gun down on the table safely.

"May I help you?"

@shadowmarionette.bsky.social

He's sitting near Alastor on the couch and he'd worked a bit to hard last night, so Pendleton sort of swayed a little, his eyes beginning to fall shut.

He slid over, accidentally leaning against Alastor's shoulder.

「 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐀-𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐀-𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆! 」

𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 ʀᴜʙʙɪꜱʜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙

𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑳𝑬 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌!

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Pendleton assumed Enmu would say no, so imagine his surprised when the other leaned closer and closer to him, the inventor's eyes widening.

Then the soft kiss and the man turned red, blushing hard. Oh my.

If Enmu explained it to him, Pendleton could of given him what he could spare; such as his blood. However, perhaps that wouldn't be enough and so the poor inventor just cocked his head, confused.

"Well, I mean... only if you wanted too," he said, blushing a bit.

This was a case of the meme, where one person thought 'tasting' meant a kiss and the other thought of literally biting the other's arm.

Pendleton stared at Enmu.

Feast?