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[ Shiro was wise to the trickery of demons, so when Mephisto suddenly managed to gain a staggering amount of new possessions-he decided a confrontation was necessary. His doubt toward Mephisto’s work ethic was rather staggering. Apparently the two were in a brief scuffle which involved roughhousing: someone managed to drop their Guide, and this video started to broadcast: ]
I’m gonna ask once more!
[ Shiro’s got him caught in a headlock. It’s a nice, friendly headlock, since this exorcist and demon are nice, friendly friends: ]
Where did you get all that money from?!
[ While he loved being locked in Shiro's arms any other day of the week, Mephisto really didn't like his hair getting messed up. Plus being held down in such a position was really starting to hurt his back thanks to their eight inch height difference. ]
You really are troublesome.
[ Why he continued to let the human man over power him though is an unexplained question. ]
I have nothing to hide. Force will do you no good Fujimoto, you should be more than aware of that by now.
[ Shiro's known Mephisto for the majority of his own mortal lifetime. -You- have a great deal of things hidden away, mister. Too bad this isn't a situation which could be corrected by an ultra-noggie. ]
If not by force, then...
[ Shiro cleared his throat. Might as well not let polished Aria skills go to waste. He didn't even need a Bible, as he was beyond merely competent at reciting scripture: ]How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
[ While Mephisto was a son of Satan, he wasn't raised by Shiro: tricks he used to train Rin as a child would not work on the two hundred year old demon.
A recital however, that was something entirely different. The former chairman won't show any sign of being affected by the readings. His dignity had far more to defend when up against the tenacity that was Fujimoto Shiro's never ending teasing.
After the first few verses he lets out a sigh, masking the subtle twist his stomach was giving. ]
This again... You've never come close you realize that?
Such impure words coming from the mouth of a priest~
--Impure?! Hah! These words are right from the good book, can't you tell? I'll put a stop to it, if you fess up!
[ Shiro's watching closely for squirming, as he continues with this recital: ]Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
[ Oh he knew exactly what book those words were from. He'd be a fool if he wasn't familiar with the scripture by now. ]
Have you no faith in my potential for success? I didn't become chairman to the True Cross Academy because of my good looks you know.
[ But Shiro won't get the pleasure of seeing Mephisto struggle. In fact he looks more bored than he did a few minutes ago.
By now of course he's contemplating when a good time would be to put an end to this. Waiting till the last second would give the old man what he wanted, a power boost to lord over the demons head. If he chose randomly though, it could mislead the other at least for a little
while. ]
[ Shiro's not getting some sick kick out of seeing him struggle. ]
Exactly!
[ For all he knew, the True Cross Academy could have been built on top of a demolished orphanage. While the children were still inside. ]
Unless your success involves something so utterly underhanded, you should have no problem just telling me!
(( OOC: fujimoto-shiro is in blue, and callmebeelz is in red. Feel free to interrupt their quarrel with responses or action. We're both replying, so expect thread-jacking! ))
I’m gonna ask once more!
[ Shiro’s got him caught in a headlock. It’s a nice, friendly headlock, since this exorcist and demon are nice, friendly friends: ]
Where did you get all that money from?!
[ While he loved being locked in Shiro's arms any other day of the week, Mephisto really didn't like his hair getting messed up. Plus being held down in such a position was really starting to hurt his back thanks to their eight inch height difference. ]
You really are troublesome.
[ Why he continued to let the human man over power him though is an unexplained question. ]
I have nothing to hide. Force will do you no good Fujimoto, you should be more than aware of that by now.
[ Shiro's known Mephisto for the majority of his own mortal lifetime. -You- have a great deal of things hidden away, mister. Too bad this isn't a situation which could be corrected by an ultra-noggie. ]
If not by force, then...
[ Shiro cleared his throat. Might as well not let polished Aria skills go to waste. He didn't even need a Bible, as he was beyond merely competent at reciting scripture: ]How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
[ While Mephisto was a son of Satan, he wasn't raised by Shiro: tricks he used to train Rin as a child would not work on the two hundred year old demon.
A recital however, that was something entirely different. The former chairman won't show any sign of being affected by the readings. His dignity had far more to defend when up against the tenacity that was Fujimoto Shiro's never ending teasing.
After the first few verses he lets out a sigh, masking the subtle twist his stomach was giving. ]
This again... You've never come close you realize that?
Such impure words coming from the mouth of a priest~
--Impure?! Hah! These words are right from the good book, can't you tell? I'll put a stop to it, if you fess up!
[ Shiro's watching closely for squirming, as he continues with this recital: ]Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
[ Oh he knew exactly what book those words were from. He'd be a fool if he wasn't familiar with the scripture by now. ]
Have you no faith in my potential for success? I didn't become chairman to the True Cross Academy because of my good looks you know.
[ But Shiro won't get the pleasure of seeing Mephisto struggle. In fact he looks more bored than he did a few minutes ago.
By now of course he's contemplating when a good time would be to put an end to this. Waiting till the last second would give the old man what he wanted, a power boost to lord over the demons head. If he chose randomly though, it could mislead the other at least for a little
while. ]
[ Shiro's not getting some sick kick out of seeing him struggle. ]
Exactly!
[ For all he knew, the True Cross Academy could have been built on top of a demolished orphanage. While the children were still inside. ]
Unless your success involves something so utterly underhanded, you should have no problem just telling me!
(( OOC: fujimoto-shiro is in blue, and callmebeelz is in red. Feel free to interrupt their quarrel with responses or action. We're both replying, so expect thread-jacking! ))