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[iustitiae]

Hey! Guys! Did you know there are demons here?

[hey look it's connor with the best/worst sarcastic message for you today. many posts lately have been about demons and justifiably so but connor is a shitposter and he's back so hang on or hang up on him. (that's the better option lets all be honest with ourselves)]

Since we're all smart people who definitely aren't going outside to get possessed or die on the network -- seriously, please, stop doing that -- I figured we should at least pick a game to pass the time. You know, like being on a long road trip and playing "I Spy" or some shit.

[he starts to say something else but apparently thinks better of it, because he smiles instead and reconsiders his words]

No, actually, first - a bunch of you guys are sleeping together, right? But who isn't? The lack of having an app to prove we're all cute, single, available people is clearly an oversight. (Really, pong before tindr? Also, calling it now: please, spelunkr, make it happen.) Discuss among yourselves.

[but oh right the game he seems to only remember now that's where he started, and he's maybe a little tipsy but wouldnt you be if THERE WERE DEMONS and people were doing dumb things like getting almost killed or worse on the network]

Oh, yeah, the game. Hot or Not. Post a picture of yourself and other people rate it for hotness. Honestly I'm not even going to care if you post a picture of someone not yourself. Have at it, kids.

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[devilsavocado]

[ Everything is palpable to Matt, his powers are so OP it's impossible to put into words without sounding creepy. ]

Thanks. [ Matt smiles. He knows exactly the kind of reaction Connor is having, but the fact that he's really trying is what keeps him going. ]

You can feel the backrest, right? As well as on your legs. Do you remember the shape?

[iustitiae]

Yeah. It feels like a couch.

[truly. an obvious thing to say.]

[devilsavocado]

[ Matt laughs. ]

Fair enough.

[ Okay, maybe a different approach. You don't have to try so hard, Matt. ]

What else comes to mind when you picture a couch? Besides, I dunno, the color and the shape?

[iustitiae]

It's comfortable -- well, most couches are this one kind of feels like it was made for people that don't sit like humans but.

[he shrugs. he hasn't let go of matt's hand and he's kind of feeling that more than the couch.]

[devilsavocado]

[ Admittedly it's been a few drinks and Matt's trying, yeah, but mostly he's doing his usual move because he's a creature of habit. ]

See, that's not just a visual, right? You can sit somewhere and know it's not a normal couch without looking at it.

[ Matt's still holding his hand tho... ]

Its kind of like that.

[iustitiae]

That's pretty straight forward.

[as in, he probably didn't need this exercise to come to that conclusion.]

Not really sure what that has to do with picturing dicks, though.

[thats where this touching scene started, matt. picturing angel junk.]

[devilsavocado]

[ Sometimes Matt can't turn his game off when he's drunk okay.

Of course, reminding him of angel junk makes him release Connor and straighten up again. ]

...You didn't picture the support beams on the couch, right? I try not to think of the details when I can help it.

[ Pointing it out and asking tho... that'll do it. ]

[iustitiae]

[well, okay. that's one way to solve his hand holding problem.]

Dicks are more than support beams.

[theyre both drunk ok]

[devilsavocado]

[ yep thank u vodka for this conversation ]

I'm not— [ He laughs. Because now he has yet another hilarious mental image. ] I'm not coming up with a metaphor for couches and dicks.

[iustitiae]

Armrests, maybe? Especially nice pillows?

[he opens his eyes to get to see matt laughing, at least.]

[devilsavocado]

Maybe, I just—

[ Nope, still laughing. This conversation went places. ]

You don't just ask a couch if it armrests, you know?

[iustitiae]

That doesn't mean you don't imagine them. If you told me about a couch, I would instantly assume it has armrests.

[devilsavocado]

See, that's exactly what I mean.

[ They're both on the same page now. ]

I can't ask Castiel if he has a "armrests," I just, y'know, assumed.

[iustitiae]

I think we're talking in circles.

[but also he's drunk so he cant be sure of anything]

[devilsavocado]

The point is... angels probably have dicks. Probably.

[ yeah, same with Matt. He's going to remember they talked about angel dicks, though. ]

We'd need to investigate further to prove if our hypothesis is true.

[iustitiae]

[connor quirks an eyebrow]

"We"?

[devilsavocado]

Er, I.

[ Someone's getting carried away here. ]

I would have to investigate.

[iustitiae]

[matt guesses wrong again]

And here I thought I was the only one concerned with this investigation.

[devilsavocado]

You brought it up first, I'm just... curious now.

[ Did he though? ]

[iustitiae]

[connor laughs]

I mean, that's fair.

[devilsavocado]

There's probably some kind of commandment against asking an angel about his junk, though.

[ He snorts. It's definitely time to have another drink. ]

And if not, then there should be.

[iustitiae]

I'll ask for you. God's already got my number.

[devilsavocado]

[ Matt starts laughing. Like, for real, honest laughter. ]

I-- I can't argue with that. [ He may just not stop. ] He's got mine too.

[iustitiae]

[oh no..........this is so cute...........................rip connor

anyway hes too drunk not to ask a follow up question]

Yeah? For what?

[devilsavocado]

[ Matt is thankfully too drunk to get too dark and gritty in his answer here. I mean, it's obviously a lie but. ]

Oh, I've... done some things... things I'd do again, if I could.

[ He means violence. But his tone and hopefully only subtle change in demeanor probably don't make that very obvious. ]