"Oh my God, this is the weirdest display of post-coital affection ever."

[iwannabethe]

Mix three hyperactive, sexually-excitable demigods (demigodlike things) together and you have a recipe for crack

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[waragainstfaith]

*and here, my friends, is a Dio, in an all-white version (except the heels, those can stay black) of this little number, looking distinctly pissed off as he realizes where he is* All right, what the hell?

[heavensbowed]

*...bursts out laughing, because while this might be traumatizing for anyone else, he's himself, really* Well, that's something you don't see every day.

[waragainstfaith]

*...and proceeds to facepalm* I've been in a corset before, but this is a step up. What the fuck are you three doing and why are you so damn naked?

[heavensbowed]

We're having fun and why the hell not? *beams* Come over here and let me draw on your corset.

[waragainstfaith]

*rolls his eyes, but he'll obediently head over* I hate you. *this with absolutely no malice*

[heavensbowed]

*and he'll grab a Sharpie to be black liek Dio's soul and -- will proceed to scrawl the lyrics of some Katharma song or another (likely one with exceptionally long guitar solos) across the corset (and there'll occasionally be red flourishes and doodles added)*

[waragainstfaith]

*and he'll sit patiently through this, because yes, he does love his brother, and -- not quite be able to help a faint grin once that's done and he's inspecting the work* Good choice of subject matter.

[iwannabethe]

*what might be a blank stare will turn quickly into an excess of giggles* Oh, cute! *tugs at some of his laciness* I wish I'd thought of the ruffles. Nice touch.

[waragainstfaith]

*automatically swats at his hand, scowling* I didn't think of this. I'm not a ruffles person, trust me.

[iwannabethe]

That's what makes it so adorable! And you have bows too. Awwww.

[waragainstfaith]

*rolls his eyes, still scowling faintly* I'm not cute.

[iwannabethe]

Sure you are, honeybun. The outfit makes you cute.

[waragainstfaith]

*...glares at him* Don't call me that.

[iwannabethe]

Sweetiepie? Sugarplum? Toots?

[waragainstfaith]

*still glaring, yeah* No. I have a name and a nickname. Use one of those.

[iwannabethe]

*settles for playing with the ruffles and making kissy noises*