IC inbox.

[hagrides]

Inbox

video ⬤ audio ⬤ text ⬤ delivery

Grimm ⬤ Hollow Knight
residential district ⬤ text
Iris ⬤ text

info ⬤ permissions ⬤ kinklist

Comments

[hagrides]

Indeed it does. Shall I bring anything?

[teaserving]

not necessary
i have drink and food
unless there's something you think we're missing

[hagrides]

Not at all. I simply wanted to be a good guest.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[And the next evening, Grimm arrives on time. He isn't dressed up because he doesn't... dress, but otherwise he's all prepared for a Proper Dinner (And Then Hookup).]

A pleasure to see you again.

[teaserving]

[For Abbacchio's part, he's wearing something a little different, but it's all about one would expect of him.]

Hey. You too.

Come in. Make yourself comfortable, Grimm.

[hagrides]

[That's just a cap from canon you can't fool me.

Grimm enters, taking a look around - he hopes your decor is as goth as his apartment, he'll visibly approve if it is - before settling down at the nearest approximation to a dining room table.]

You have been well, I hope?

[teaserving]

[shit you right though

It's close enough! A bit more like Hot Topic threw some of their product inside and hoped for the best.]

Eh, as well as I can be. Better with company; never thought I'd say that. You?

[hagrides]

[Gets the Grimm seal of approval!]

I should like to say that I have been perfectly fine, but it has not been long enough since I began crystalizing for me to say such with a straight face. When assisting my kraken friends, it was all too easy for me to overestimate my own stores of Chroma.

Thankfully, I have received a good scolding from my roommate for my recklessness, and will not repeat such a thing.

[...hopefully. He will still put others before himself, but hopefully he'll be more careful about it in the future.]

[teaserving]

Yeah, you seem a bit of the self-sacrificial type, huh.

[And he means that positively, but he knows the type. To put others before themselves. It's admirable, but it also means putting oneself in frequent danger.

Abbacchio fills two glasses of white wine before offering one to Grimm.]

I actually have no idea how you feel about wine, but I figured it couldn't hurt.

[hagrides]

So I am. It comes with being the vessel of a god surrounded by fragile mortals.

[His end is fated, and while it's not impossible to kill him outside of the Ritual, it's extremely unlikely.

Harm to him is nothing. Harm to his loved ones could be everything.]

Now and then I might have a taste of wine. [He lifts his glass.] Shall we make a toast?

[teaserving]

Ah, so it's the godly duty. I don't really envy you on that front.

[Abbacchio shrugs.] To what, fucking? Not being a hunk of rock?

Or I guess to being alive. I should probably be happier about that.

[hagrides]

To being alive, not a hunk of rock, and able to fuck.

[This man will never swear unless he's repeating someone else.

He clinks his glass with Abbacchio's, then takes a sip. It's an acquired taste, but he's had plenty of time to acquire it.]

[teaserving]

[It does successfully make him laugh, if nothing else. After the gentle tink against his glass, Abbacchio has a drink. Which is, naturally, a deeper one than Grimm takes.]

Well, if you can celebrate those three things, guess you're doing something right.

Anyway. I figured I'd start you off with some basic Italian. Pretty standard affair, chicken alfredo.

[hagrides]

I have had chicken here before, at least, so I am not in completely unfamiliar territory.

[No clue what an alfredo is but guess he'll find out!]

[teaserving]

All right, great. You've had meat. What about noodles? Or I guess I could just surprise you.

[hagrides]

Do surprise me.

[it keeps a relationship exciting!]

[teaserving]

All right, you got it.

[Fortunately, he has dinner finished ahead of time, so he does come back from the kitchen with two plates of chicken alfredo, parmesan already added on top.]

If you end up hating it, I won't be offended.

[hagrides]

[Grimm takes a large - polite large, not Narancia large - bite. Chews.]

This is delicious.

[teaserving]

Guess it doesn't hurt that you don't have anything to compare it to. But hey, I'm glad you're enjoying it.

[And honestly, it's not half bad. He even made his own sauce, how about that!]

Hey, so. Sorry if this isn't the greatest dinner topic. [But he also talks about cannibalism with his friends during lunch so.] I have no idea how you have sex. Or what your junk is like. [Wait he might not know that term.] Genitalia?

[hagrides]

[His roommate made him dinner at least once, it's not as thought he has never had food despite not requiring it.]

Ah, yes. I believe it is fairly similar. My aedeagus looks somewhat similar to a penis, and reacts to stimulation in the same way.

[Casually discussing his junk over dinner, no big.]

[teaserving]

[YOU KNOW. It's whatever!]

Well. Looking forward to that. [he hasn't boned a single human here why start now, time for mystery bug dick] I guess I should probably also ask if there's anything special you like?

[hagrides]

You may ask that, but as all of this is special from my perspective, I do not have a satisfying answer for you.

[Banging a human is pretty damn special.]

[teaserving]

[That just makes him laugh quietly, pausing only to take a bite from his spaghetti.]

I think that's the first time anyone's said that sex with me is going to be special. I'll try not to mess it up for you.

[hagrides]

Clearly you should be told this more often, then.

[why no one is singing Abbacchio's praises is beyond him!!]

[teaserving]

Yeah, you're definitely too nice. Give it time, Grimm.

[It's sweet, but then, he doesn't have much pride or love for himself. All for good reason, far as he can see. When Grimm knows, he thinks he'll change his mind. The sex can be good, but Abbacchio is still a piece of shit.]

[hagrides]

I shall, but until I see evidence otherwise, I will keep my position.

[He knows too many people who think too little of themselves to just accept anyone's opinion on their own worth.]