(defunct_ Inbox for Stella Fortunata

[drewthetower]

Private convos or messages! These messages may or may not be delivered by raven. Julian's nice like that.

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[whiteshroud]

[....]

Not to kinkshame you, but why are you telling a man of the cloth this.

[drewthetower]

[Julian loses it, the traitor bird.]

Wha--holy shit Jun, no. One, Bel's wife woulda killed me. Two, that is my demon aunt.

[GROSS.]

No, like, fuck, I needed to get run through to figure out how to transform, shit!

[whiteshroud]

Ah, so that's what it was.

[he says. So innocently. Like he didn't already know!]

Saying "consensual" and "demon thing" made it sound otherwise.

[drewthetower]

[August just throws the paper the box of wagashi birds was wrapped in at Jun's head.]

I thought men of the cloth weren't supposed to know what kinkshaming even was, ass.

[whiteshroud]

[Leans out of the way so the paper goes sailing past]

Haha, of course we are! We're allowed on the internet, and don't forget the church is the original kinkshamer.

I just can't engage in those activities myself.

[drewthetower]

...God, it is the original kinkshamer, isn't it. Fuck. This is why I'm pagan.

[whiteshroud]

August, don't lie.

You're not nearly successful enough in romance for that to be the reason you're a pagan.

[drewthetower]

[Yeah no August lunges for Jun from the other side of the table, reaching for him to playfully punch his arm or mess up his hair or something.]

I'm gonna dunk you, I swear.

[whiteshroud]

[He'll let August have this! He's snickering as he gets his hair messed up]

Ah, sorry! Sorry!

[He's not at all sorry]

[drewthetower]

Liar.

[He lets Jun go, laughing.]

You're never sorry, you little shit.

[whiteshroud]

Ha...

[He'll start straightening his hair again now that he's free]

That's not completely true...

[drewthetower]

Okay, you are never sorry when you're being a little shit to me.

[whiteshroud]

[Okay better]

Haha, well I can admit to that much.