Michael/Belial belated Anti-OTP

[spheresconfound]

*Michael sits, not tense or upset, but simply contemplating Lucifer, as he has been doing for days.*

*Heaven sometimes offers little distraction.*

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[lewd_spirit]

*Belial walks into whichever room Michael happens to be in. This is an annoying talent of his; persistence.*

... Michael. I didn't expect to see you here.

*The mischievous smirk on his face says differently.*

[spheresconfound]

Ah. You. What do you want?

[lewd_spirit]

...

What do you think? *leers a bit*

[spheresconfound]

*matches the leer with a glare* What makes you think you'll get it from me?

[lewd_spirit]

*gives Michael a mock-thoughtful look*

I'm not sure, actually. There's a great chance that you'll beat me to a pulp, of course. But that's what makes it so much fun.

[spheresconfound]

My beating you to a pulp is far more than likely. It's nearly guaranteed. Why do you put yourself through this?

[lewd_spirit]

*laughs* Where's the challenge in flirting with a willing subject?

[spheresconfound]

It's hardly flirting if I don't flirt back, Belial, and I have no intention of doing so.

[lewd_spirit]

*is charmingly sexy, did we mention that? yup. is probably the prettiest demon, or at least he thinks that, but at any rate, turns the charm up a notch*

... Well, you never know. You are responding, after all.

[spheresconfound]

*yes, but in Heaven, everyone's amazingly prettiful! likes prettiness, but is used to it...*

Only to refuse you.

[lewd_spirit]

And what a waste of breath that is.

Even though we don't have to breathe, really. But figures of speech are nice.

[spheresconfound]

You're too confident.

Breath is a waste of breath.

[lewd_spirit]

*mocking his tone* And you're too uptight.

[spheresconfound]

Because I won't sleep with you? I would call that sensibility.