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[ it's a sweet little project. cute, romantic, not like the stuff that nick has been working on lately. it's something nice to thing about, to offset all the grim that's spread through his days lately. so he's already feeling a little soft, picturing the wedding band where his thumb rests and picturing the matching one that would be made along with it.

his eyes flick up at the question, and barely a second passes before that soft, sweet smile turns sharp, coy. interested. ]

Yeah, I still wanna. [ nick turns the hand over again, traces a line down hellboy's palm instead and raises an eyebrow. ] Do you?

[ Hellboy's hide is pretty thick, which is useful in a fight but also means sometimes he wonders if he's a little numbed to the kind of sensations he knows -- from personal experience -- that humans can feel. But sometimes he's surprised by how the smallest touch can reverberate through his body. Like now, when Nick strokes his palm, sending an answering ripple of heat sliding down his insides that makes his shorts feel a little tight.

He takes a careful breath, looking down at Nick, his single eye glowing like a coal. ]

Yeah. I'm pretty sure if it works on me.. it'll work on anyone.

[ it's not like nick was ever particularly unsure on what the answer to his question would be. he doesn't like to ask unless he already has a good idea of what a person is going to say, but he still looks awfully pleased with the response all the same. in the same way that he knows there is a size difference — obviously, he has eyes — but when he lays his hand out flat on top of hellboy's, sees their palms pressed together, nick is aware of it in a way that makes his stomach flip.

he wraps both of his hands around the one again, takes a few steps back and tugs lightly, encourages him to follow nick as he moves backwards to lead the way to a storage room. ]

Solid hypothesis. You want to go anywhere else? My place isn't that far from here. [ he shrugs though, casting a glance at the open door. ] Or there are quieter places here...

[ Truthfully Hellboy doesn't need all that much convincing to follow Nick. His hooves thud on the floor as he moves with him, his tail swaying softly behind him. The storage room gets a glance, but mostly he has eyes -- or, well, an eye -- for the witch in front of him. ]

I don't mind. [ It's not as if he's ended up getting into it in weirder situations than the back room of the theatre. ]

Is there anything you wanna.. you know, do? To test out that stuff you're making?

I have a few ideas.

[ truthfully it's not nick's first time navigating the theatre backwards, it's easy enough to lead hellboy to where they need to go without looking. and there's a lot in the room, mostly prototypes that nick hasn't gotten around to testing, failed works he hasn't figured out yet--the backlog stuff he puts off, because that's how nick works.

but there's a shelf with a handful of tiny bottles, unlabelled but distinctive looking, filled with a pearlescent liquid, and nick snags one of those before he steps back up nice and close. close enough that their chests touch where he leans in. ]

You just have to help me decide if I want your cock in my throat or my ass, first, that's all.

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