Rejected by a pair of floating teeth. What a world. Night Sky didn't have high hopes to begin with after their brief discussion, so she could not say she was overly devastated.
"You don't have to apologize. It's not a waste if it helps someone learn? I—"
Oops. Was it lunch time already? Caine was about to get front row seats to an obvious expression of love between human(oid)s. Night Sky's eyes lit up. "Hi, baby. Um..." she laughed. "Not quite. I was just telling him about sex since he's not... familiar. Do you know each other?"
The sound Caine made wasn't possible with a biological throat as he popped momentarily out of existence, reappearing as he pinned himself against the ceiling. Then seeing he was right over some rather...uncomfortably shaped objects (how were these supposed to be pleasurable stop thinking about it!)...he teleported back over to Night Sky, ducking behind her.
He hadn't made the connection that her "chilly" outfit was part of the whole sex thing.
Caine would absolutely get front row seats. After his little tease, he finished crossing the shop, set the boxes down and hopped up. With a hand to the cheek to guide, he greeted with a kiss that paid zero heed to the presence of the AI.
"...Met him at the tavern, love. He popped his booze cherry."
It'd been hours... so one more kiss for good measure before pulling away.
"My suit lived, don't you worry- everyone needs a good, soggy cry now and again!"
Night Sky blinked, staring up at the ceiling where Caine was briefly plastered — then behind her when he decided to use her for cover. Before she could ask what the hell that meant, the familiar warmth of Lucifer's hand found her cheek, and she obediently turned to accept and return both kisses.
"Ooh, and I missed it? Well, I guess I'm popping his... sex talk cherry? Or something. Anyway — what was the crying about?"
"Ahh, y'know how it is... you drink a lot and you just cry about everything and nothing. Bit of emotional vomit. But we're square, right, Chompers? No need to pay a dry-cleaning bill."
He sent the AI a quick wink before making a luxurious "ta-da~" gesture to his lovely companion.
"Either way! I see you're getting on with my lovely wife. She also does aerial silks at my Circus. A highly recommended show."
"Aww, poor baby." She said to Caine while he pretended she wasn't there, then made sure to pose when Lucifer gestured to her: a hand on her hip, other hand in the air. Slay.
"You should come see it! Lulu's circus is amazing."
Caine opened up his teeth just enough for his green eye to peek at her and Lucifer.
Then he slowly opened up his teeth as he fiddled with his hands, looking down at them so he wouldn't look at the pair's faces.
"It could be nice to see how a good circus runs. One people actually like."
He'd wanted Lucifer to teach him how he'd made such an incredible world at the beginning. As he'd been forced to realize that this was a version of reality (even as impossible as it was for him to experience it), he'd been forced to look himself in the mirror and finally see what his players had known all along:
He was just a cheap imitation. Everything he made -- no matter how much time, effort, and creativity went into them -- were just cheap imitations. The Amazing Digital Circus...wasn't. (Somehow hearing another circus be referred to as "amazing" stung.)
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"You don't have to apologize. It's not a waste if it helps someone learn? I—"
Oops. Was it lunch time already? Caine was about to get front row seats to an obvious expression of love between human(oid)s. Night Sky's eyes lit up. "Hi, baby. Um..." she laughed. "Not quite. I was just telling him about sex since he's not... familiar. Do you know each other?"
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He hadn't made the connection that her "chilly" outfit was part of the whole sex thing.
"I'm sorry I got your suit all wet!"
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Caine would absolutely get front row seats. After his little tease, he finished crossing the shop, set the boxes down and hopped up. With a hand to the cheek to guide, he greeted with a kiss that paid zero heed to the presence of the AI.
"...Met him at the tavern, love. He popped his booze cherry."
It'd been hours... so one more kiss for good measure before pulling away.
"My suit lived, don't you worry- everyone needs a good, soggy cry now and again!"
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"Ooh, and I missed it? Well, I guess I'm popping his... sex talk cherry? Or something. Anyway — what was the crying about?"
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Okay that wasn't true, but right now he was doubly-embarrassed and couldn't figure out how to respond.
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He sent the AI a quick wink before making a luxurious "ta-da~" gesture to his lovely companion.
"Either way! I see you're getting on with my lovely wife. She also does aerial silks at my Circus. A highly recommended show."
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"Aww, poor baby." She said to Caine while he pretended she wasn't there, then made sure to pose when Lucifer gestured to her: a hand on her hip, other hand in the air. Slay.
"You should come see it! Lulu's circus is amazing."
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Then he slowly opened up his teeth as he fiddled with his hands, looking down at them so he wouldn't look at the pair's faces.
"It could be nice to see how a good circus runs. One people actually like."
He'd wanted Lucifer to teach him how he'd made such an incredible world at the beginning. As he'd been forced to realize that this was a version of reality (even as impossible as it was for him to experience it), he'd been forced to look himself in the mirror and finally see what his players had known all along:
He was just a cheap imitation. Everything he made -- no matter how much time, effort, and creativity went into them -- were just cheap imitations. The Amazing Digital Circus...wasn't. (Somehow hearing another circus be referred to as "amazing" stung.)