December 5, 2016
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Sitting there on a three legged chair in a nearly blank room. Bright and void of color, save the various shelves of books and tattered scrolls. The one solitary table before him coated in various volumes which were completely scattered around on the table and colorless floor beneath. Cain, who looked as if he hadn't shaved in weeks, reached out for the bottle by his feet, only to realize the bottle were empty. Yet again. With a disgruntled sigh he leaned an elbow down on the table. His gaze scanning over a spread out scroll before him. Trailing along each and every symbol etched into the parchment. Brows furrowed briefly for a moment, before his eyes widened. Nearly in disbelief of the translations burned into his mind of this long dead language before him. In a flash he'd jumped to his feet. "No fucking way...." he muttered to himself. Shaking his head in attempts to regain his barrings. Is this really possible" Fuckin' aye. I need her right now. He'd thought to himself. And without hesitation he were calling out the name. "Kokabiel! I've found something here you might wanna know.." For whatever reason, the insomniac librarian seemed both frantic and ecstatic at once with his new found discovery. "It's pretty important. Just saying...And I'm out of booze, which sucks."
Kokabiel was still recovering from the talk with Jynxx, yet to approach her again and giving her time to cool off. The way they'd ended the talk was shaky and she didn't want to push her luck. And there might've been that my sister hates me now paranoia that was thrumming around inside that rambling noggin. Seeking refuge out of the bottom of a Jameson bottle, she paused mid-swig at the sound of her name being called by someone she hadn't heard from in some time. Cain. She was typically pretty quick to hop on the ball when someone called her name, but certain people could rile her quicker than others. Her sisters, her mother, Jill, Charlie, Cain. There were a few more, but she didn't have time to dwell on those names as the frantic sound of his voice in his call had her jumping up from the couch. Making her way to the liquor cabinet, she paused at the mirror set into the hutch and bent down, raking her fingers through her blonde hair to smooth the mess and she looked down to her attire. "Shit on a cracker," she hissed, using her flight to flit around the apartment to get together a somewhat presentable outfit. Normally, she wouldn't care. But dammit, it was Cain and he was pretty and she liked his face and other parts of him so she wanted to look less like the couch potato she had been all day, okay' Settling for a pair of jeans that fit her frame snug as a bug, a top that used to be a t-shirt now cut low to present cleavage and fell mid-riff to her waist, she hobbled around the apartment cursing under her breath as she fit on her heeled boots and after steadying herself from a near nose-dive, she snatched up a couple bottles of liquor from the cabinet. In a hitch, she was standing a bit disheveled in Cain's presence, a bottle in each hand and her eyes wide. "What's so important' Whatsit' Whosit?" She blinked, settling down and taking a breather before a smile spread on her face as her eyes came to rest on him. "Hey, sug. Booze?" Extending her hand, she held out a bottle of his favored bourbon. Having collected herself, that saucy not-so-angel returned from her own frantic episode.
Reaching out to take a hold of the offered bottle with a smirk and a nod. "Thank ya, and who, what and how is more or less the exact thing." Making his way to the table while unscrewing the cap of the bourbon bottle, only to pour some of the beverage into the empty glass on it's surface before bending down to tuck the bottle underneath the table. As he rose back up, Cain snatched up the glass. Staring at the liquid it contained while swirling it lightly with a the motions of his wrist. He turned back to face the woman, gaze trailing up her frame as he gave her one good look over. "Lookin' good as always I see." He commented before taking a sip from the glass, immediately expressing a sound of contentment after swallowing. "Angels, Kokabiel. In general." Doing a small bit of pacing around his trusty reading table's edges he'd motioned with his head toward the open scroll he'd been translating. "According to that nifty little sheet, it's all in the coding. How they're made. How they're programmed. 'God' made his little soldiers completely self sufficient." Taking another sip from his glass. "Even punishment factors. Ya know, The fall" Ol' no grace, burned wings, plummet to the deep dark smoldering pits of sulfur" It's not a 'will of god' thing, it's an internal trigger." His pacing continued for a moment longer. Giving Kokabiel some time to soak in what he'd just told her. "You see, according to these illusive bastards here, when angel's fuck up in god's little design, to keep them from fucking up all of his little paradise, the grace dries out. No grace, no heavenly access. The whole realm just....Trapdoors the poor sono'a bitch."
When he took the bottle and freed that hand for her, she went about unscrewing the cap of her own bottle. "Thaaat's why I'm here." Those eyes were on him like glue, taking him all in but it was equal parts checking him out and making sure he was taking care of himself. There was always a steady look of concern and appeal in her eyes when looking upon the man, something she was sure he was used to by now. His compliment had the corner of her mouth curling in a cheeky smirk, a sway of hips making a show as she strode toward the table. "Flattery will get you everywhere with me, you already know that." The opposite of Jynxx on that matter. "You're as handsome as ever..." Distracted momentarily when he mentioned angels. "Angels?" A raise of a curious brow, it was clear he had her hooked as she took a heavy swallow of Jameson before setting it aside on the table. Her fingers splayed on the desk, palms holding her up as she leaned against the wood, eyes drifting over the scroll he indicated. She listened to him, brows furrowing deeper the more he explained. "Internal trigger" Like....what? A switch?" She didn't so much give herself time to soak it in, but to ask more questions to make sure she understood what he was saying. "Oh shit I dun goofed, time to fall" Is that what you're saying?" She raised a brow at him, eyes following him as he paced. "They do it to themselves....kinda.." She squinted, then blinked. "God's not pulling the strings. Just made the default program, it's the angels that decide by the trigger" Am I getting this right?"
"Exactly. Stray from what you are and it ain't what you are anymore. 'Fallen' angels aren't like their brethren, they're like humans. More or less." The pacing resumed. Continuing to nurse that glass in his hands while he did. "And with being like humans, means feeling like 'em too. Including bitterness and resentment. You know how psychology works. Once the grace is gone, They're on square one with humans. Innit funny, they immediately jump to assuming God favors humans, so they're to blame. Am I right?" Finally pausing in his pace to put down the glass on the corner of his table, reaching into his pocket for his cowboy killers. Thumbing through the pack with a sigh. "Three left," he muttered to himself before lighting one up. "But the explanation isn't why I called ya here. In fact, with the internal coding, it's set on God's moral code. Well, more for the sanctity of his pocket world. So, if the rules of the world change, the coding changes. Get it?" Taking a sharp inhale from his cigarette, he exhaled a plume of smoke before opening his semi rambling trap once more. "Just like a virus, the coding travels through the ethereal body of the angel. If it travels one way, theory says....." Pausing yet again as he reached for the glass to down the remainder, immediately reaching back down for the bottle to pour himself a second glass. "It can be reversed. An angel can get it's grace back. 'Repent' if you wanna call it. All that biblical mumbo jumbo is all just a bunch of metaphoric speak turns out. Who'da thought?"
Her trap was shut for the time being, listening to his speak. But that internal dialogue would never cease, not even with her best efforts. It's kinda cute when he rambles....aw, he's like me now. Wait. Shit. I've infected him with the Ramble. I'm a diseaaaase. No wonder Pestilence likes me! Son of a BITCH! Clearing her throat, she focused more on his words than her thoughts, which wasn't hard considering he had a pretty face for her to focus on. Those eyes were steady on him as she watched him pace and listen to him speak, catching his count down of cigarettes. "Generally," when he asked if he was right, her hand dipping into the front of her shirt to retrieve a pack of cigarettes that was mostly full. Using her boob pockets since her pants were too tight to really keep much of anything bulky in her pockets. Retrieving one for herself and lighting it, she set the pack on the desk with a tap of her finger to the box to let him know there were more if he needed them. She was always taking care of that man when she was able. Her brows furrowed, cheeks indenting at the extent of her inhale, chin lifting to send the train of smoke heading for the ceiling. She nodded when he asked if she got it, staying quiet still as she let him ramble on. It was when he said it was reversible that she was staring at him without blinking, possibly the most quiet she'd ever been to date. But that lasted for only a moment before she spoke. It was a soft whisper, as if questioning if she'd heard him right. "It can be reversed..." She echoed him, looking away for a moment before it was her turn to pace. One arm came around to hook her fingers around her upper arm, tucked beneath her chest as the other arm bent. Her thumb idly went to her mouth, chewing on it without harming the nail there before she took a drag from the cigarette. Swatting at the air with her fingers, "we all knew the biblical shit was a load of crock. It's like the game 'telephone'. It might've been correct at one point, but the more they changed the context, the more bullshit was tucked into the fine print. Might as well be some fucking fable at this point." Cutting off her own ramble, she looked over at him, hopeful as she eyed him. "Did you figure out how to do this....repenting?"
"Yeah, actually. Heh. It's so simple that it's genius. Guess that's why no one ever figured it out. Gotta say, whoever used to be god was one slick sonofabitch." Cain began to snicker to himself for a moment. "Don't like the game" Change the rules. For example. Say we're, and we as in humans are down the holy friggin' messiah, then there's no rule other than what?s already been enforced by both sides. Well, there isn't a side on one coin. So Hell's taking the cake. Not much to stand against it without someone calling the shots for the feathered douche bags. And my guess is big bad Luci is taking full advantage of it." Back to nursing his drink for a moment. He took another drag before continuing. "Short and sweet, if there's no god then playing god can't be a sin. Sins are the rule book. Since beliefs are ironclad to the order, the seven aren't really able to be dodged. But say you can take....I'unno....The sin from the fallen, the core crime currently doesn't hold a candle until the next God's directive takes place. So....Know any angel's who might just be willing to under go a little experimentation' I don't know if you've heard but Dawn found a way to patch up a demon. Take the corruption out of the blood. So, if that's possible, and humans can kick addictions...Then fallen angels can too. And without the vice of a deadly seven, well...I'm not saying this will ALWAYS work, but I'm betting with this window of opportunity we might just be able to free an angel or two from hell. Permanently. SO, know anyone up for a little AA?"
She hung on to every word he said, though seemed mildly impatient at first. Her mind spinning off again as he rambled at first. Dammit, Cain. You're a jaw dropper, and it's cute when you ramble but get to the point! Am I this annoying when I ramble" At least he's cute when he does it. Am I cute when I ramble" Ha! No. People just tell me to shut the fuck up. God, keep talking Cain. You beautiful, sexy ma-....wait. What? Certain words he said screamed in her head, swarming around and taking up any other thoughts in that blonde head of hers. Experiment. Fallen. Vices. Freedom. AA. A swell of warmth passed over her expression as one name screamed in her head. She swallowed, puffing at her cigarette she'd all but forgotten in her hand with her anticipation of him telling her the 'how to' on repenting. Her steps lead her back to the desk, stabbing out the filter into the ashtray as there was a touch of guilt in her eyes too. Regardless of what Jynxx had said the other day, she still loved him and was overwhelmed with shame for speaking badly of him. Shaking those thoughts away, she finally nodded. A Fallen Angel who didn't deserve the hand he'd been dealt, who deserved exactly what Cain was talking about. "An opportunity is better than nothing," clearing her throat. "Even if it's not guaranteed, I doubt the particular Fallen Angel will object to being experimented on," she almost snorted a laugh at that. Considering the circumstance and the man's own experiments he'd conduct. Her eyes fixated on Cain, a small smile on her mouth as she let him in on who she had in mind. "Bael, I don't know a Fallen more deserving of a second chance." She knew a few fallen angels, but Bael was the one that came to mind. "And you," she emphasized, her smile broadening as she stalked up to him, her hands rising to collect his face in her hands, cupping his jaw on both sides. Her nose crinkled, her smile sly as a fox. Her fingers curled, nails lightly scratching the scruff that riddled his face. "You beautiful, genius, sexy man." Looking him over, she laughed lightly as she added in, her tone a whisper as she leaned into him. "...Who desperately needs a shower and shave...by the way," her chastising was only for a moment before she leaned more of her frame into him, fitting to him like a glove. "When you say something's important, you're not fucking around," a soft giggle as she lifted herself on her tip toes to press a kiss to his mouth. Pulling back, she made a face at him. "Seriously, you need a fucking shower and shave that fur off your face." To entice him, or perhaps persuade him, her hands slid from his jawline to his chest before tapping her nails over his pectorals. "And just maybe if you do that...I will go fetch some greasy ass cheeseburgers, beer, and," her eyes lifting up to meet his as a smile he'd seen time and time again. "Well, I'll leave the rest of that statement to your imagination." A blue eye tinged with greens and grey disappeared in a wink before resurfacing, her brows ticking at him as her teeth caught her bottom lip.
(From live play with Cain-mun~ He doesn't have a profile as it stands, but he may pop in and out of Kokabiel's story here. Much love to said mun as I've always loved the interactions between Kokabiel and Cain <3 Picture reference above)
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Sitting there on a three legged chair in a nearly blank room. Bright and void of color, save the various shelves of books and tattered scrolls. The one solitary table before him coated in various volumes which were completely scattered around on the table and colorless floor beneath. Cain, who looked as if he hadn't shaved in weeks, reached out for the bottle by his feet, only to realize the bottle were empty. Yet again. With a disgruntled sigh he leaned an elbow down on the table. His gaze scanning over a spread out scroll before him. Trailing along each and every symbol etched into the parchment. Brows furrowed briefly for a moment, before his eyes widened. Nearly in disbelief of the translations burned into his mind of this long dead language before him. In a flash he'd jumped to his feet. "No fucking way...." he muttered to himself. Shaking his head in attempts to regain his barrings. Is this really possible" Fuckin' aye. I need her right now. He'd thought to himself. And without hesitation he were calling out the name. "Kokabiel! I've found something here you might wanna know.." For whatever reason, the insomniac librarian seemed both frantic and ecstatic at once with his new found discovery. "It's pretty important. Just saying...And I'm out of booze, which sucks."
Kokabiel was still recovering from the talk with Jynxx, yet to approach her again and giving her time to cool off. The way they'd ended the talk was shaky and she didn't want to push her luck. And there might've been that my sister hates me now paranoia that was thrumming around inside that rambling noggin. Seeking refuge out of the bottom of a Jameson bottle, she paused mid-swig at the sound of her name being called by someone she hadn't heard from in some time. Cain. She was typically pretty quick to hop on the ball when someone called her name, but certain people could rile her quicker than others. Her sisters, her mother, Jill, Charlie, Cain. There were a few more, but she didn't have time to dwell on those names as the frantic sound of his voice in his call had her jumping up from the couch. Making her way to the liquor cabinet, she paused at the mirror set into the hutch and bent down, raking her fingers through her blonde hair to smooth the mess and she looked down to her attire. "Shit on a cracker," she hissed, using her flight to flit around the apartment to get together a somewhat presentable outfit. Normally, she wouldn't care. But dammit, it was Cain and he was pretty and she liked his face and other parts of him so she wanted to look less like the couch potato she had been all day, okay' Settling for a pair of jeans that fit her frame snug as a bug, a top that used to be a t-shirt now cut low to present cleavage and fell mid-riff to her waist, she hobbled around the apartment cursing under her breath as she fit on her heeled boots and after steadying herself from a near nose-dive, she snatched up a couple bottles of liquor from the cabinet. In a hitch, she was standing a bit disheveled in Cain's presence, a bottle in each hand and her eyes wide. "What's so important' Whatsit' Whosit?" She blinked, settling down and taking a breather before a smile spread on her face as her eyes came to rest on him. "Hey, sug. Booze?" Extending her hand, she held out a bottle of his favored bourbon. Having collected herself, that saucy not-so-angel returned from her own frantic episode.
Reaching out to take a hold of the offered bottle with a smirk and a nod. "Thank ya, and who, what and how is more or less the exact thing." Making his way to the table while unscrewing the cap of the bourbon bottle, only to pour some of the beverage into the empty glass on it's surface before bending down to tuck the bottle underneath the table. As he rose back up, Cain snatched up the glass. Staring at the liquid it contained while swirling it lightly with a the motions of his wrist. He turned back to face the woman, gaze trailing up her frame as he gave her one good look over. "Lookin' good as always I see." He commented before taking a sip from the glass, immediately expressing a sound of contentment after swallowing. "Angels, Kokabiel. In general." Doing a small bit of pacing around his trusty reading table's edges he'd motioned with his head toward the open scroll he'd been translating. "According to that nifty little sheet, it's all in the coding. How they're made. How they're programmed. 'God' made his little soldiers completely self sufficient." Taking another sip from his glass. "Even punishment factors. Ya know, The fall" Ol' no grace, burned wings, plummet to the deep dark smoldering pits of sulfur" It's not a 'will of god' thing, it's an internal trigger." His pacing continued for a moment longer. Giving Kokabiel some time to soak in what he'd just told her. "You see, according to these illusive bastards here, when angel's fuck up in god's little design, to keep them from fucking up all of his little paradise, the grace dries out. No grace, no heavenly access. The whole realm just....Trapdoors the poor sono'a bitch."
When he took the bottle and freed that hand for her, she went about unscrewing the cap of her own bottle. "Thaaat's why I'm here." Those eyes were on him like glue, taking him all in but it was equal parts checking him out and making sure he was taking care of himself. There was always a steady look of concern and appeal in her eyes when looking upon the man, something she was sure he was used to by now. His compliment had the corner of her mouth curling in a cheeky smirk, a sway of hips making a show as she strode toward the table. "Flattery will get you everywhere with me, you already know that." The opposite of Jynxx on that matter. "You're as handsome as ever..." Distracted momentarily when he mentioned angels. "Angels?" A raise of a curious brow, it was clear he had her hooked as she took a heavy swallow of Jameson before setting it aside on the table. Her fingers splayed on the desk, palms holding her up as she leaned against the wood, eyes drifting over the scroll he indicated. She listened to him, brows furrowing deeper the more he explained. "Internal trigger" Like....what? A switch?" She didn't so much give herself time to soak it in, but to ask more questions to make sure she understood what he was saying. "Oh shit I dun goofed, time to fall" Is that what you're saying?" She raised a brow at him, eyes following him as he paced. "They do it to themselves....kinda.." She squinted, then blinked. "God's not pulling the strings. Just made the default program, it's the angels that decide by the trigger" Am I getting this right?"
"Exactly. Stray from what you are and it ain't what you are anymore. 'Fallen' angels aren't like their brethren, they're like humans. More or less." The pacing resumed. Continuing to nurse that glass in his hands while he did. "And with being like humans, means feeling like 'em too. Including bitterness and resentment. You know how psychology works. Once the grace is gone, They're on square one with humans. Innit funny, they immediately jump to assuming God favors humans, so they're to blame. Am I right?" Finally pausing in his pace to put down the glass on the corner of his table, reaching into his pocket for his cowboy killers. Thumbing through the pack with a sigh. "Three left," he muttered to himself before lighting one up. "But the explanation isn't why I called ya here. In fact, with the internal coding, it's set on God's moral code. Well, more for the sanctity of his pocket world. So, if the rules of the world change, the coding changes. Get it?" Taking a sharp inhale from his cigarette, he exhaled a plume of smoke before opening his semi rambling trap once more. "Just like a virus, the coding travels through the ethereal body of the angel. If it travels one way, theory says....." Pausing yet again as he reached for the glass to down the remainder, immediately reaching back down for the bottle to pour himself a second glass. "It can be reversed. An angel can get it's grace back. 'Repent' if you wanna call it. All that biblical mumbo jumbo is all just a bunch of metaphoric speak turns out. Who'da thought?"
Her trap was shut for the time being, listening to his speak. But that internal dialogue would never cease, not even with her best efforts. It's kinda cute when he rambles....aw, he's like me now. Wait. Shit. I've infected him with the Ramble. I'm a diseaaaase. No wonder Pestilence likes me! Son of a BITCH! Clearing her throat, she focused more on his words than her thoughts, which wasn't hard considering he had a pretty face for her to focus on. Those eyes were steady on him as she watched him pace and listen to him speak, catching his count down of cigarettes. "Generally," when he asked if he was right, her hand dipping into the front of her shirt to retrieve a pack of cigarettes that was mostly full. Using her boob pockets since her pants were too tight to really keep much of anything bulky in her pockets. Retrieving one for herself and lighting it, she set the pack on the desk with a tap of her finger to the box to let him know there were more if he needed them. She was always taking care of that man when she was able. Her brows furrowed, cheeks indenting at the extent of her inhale, chin lifting to send the train of smoke heading for the ceiling. She nodded when he asked if she got it, staying quiet still as she let him ramble on. It was when he said it was reversible that she was staring at him without blinking, possibly the most quiet she'd ever been to date. But that lasted for only a moment before she spoke. It was a soft whisper, as if questioning if she'd heard him right. "It can be reversed..." She echoed him, looking away for a moment before it was her turn to pace. One arm came around to hook her fingers around her upper arm, tucked beneath her chest as the other arm bent. Her thumb idly went to her mouth, chewing on it without harming the nail there before she took a drag from the cigarette. Swatting at the air with her fingers, "we all knew the biblical shit was a load of crock. It's like the game 'telephone'. It might've been correct at one point, but the more they changed the context, the more bullshit was tucked into the fine print. Might as well be some fucking fable at this point." Cutting off her own ramble, she looked over at him, hopeful as she eyed him. "Did you figure out how to do this....repenting?"
"Yeah, actually. Heh. It's so simple that it's genius. Guess that's why no one ever figured it out. Gotta say, whoever used to be god was one slick sonofabitch." Cain began to snicker to himself for a moment. "Don't like the game" Change the rules. For example. Say we're, and we as in humans are down the holy friggin' messiah, then there's no rule other than what?s already been enforced by both sides. Well, there isn't a side on one coin. So Hell's taking the cake. Not much to stand against it without someone calling the shots for the feathered douche bags. And my guess is big bad Luci is taking full advantage of it." Back to nursing his drink for a moment. He took another drag before continuing. "Short and sweet, if there's no god then playing god can't be a sin. Sins are the rule book. Since beliefs are ironclad to the order, the seven aren't really able to be dodged. But say you can take....I'unno....The sin from the fallen, the core crime currently doesn't hold a candle until the next God's directive takes place. So....Know any angel's who might just be willing to under go a little experimentation' I don't know if you've heard but Dawn found a way to patch up a demon. Take the corruption out of the blood. So, if that's possible, and humans can kick addictions...Then fallen angels can too. And without the vice of a deadly seven, well...I'm not saying this will ALWAYS work, but I'm betting with this window of opportunity we might just be able to free an angel or two from hell. Permanently. SO, know anyone up for a little AA?"
She hung on to every word he said, though seemed mildly impatient at first. Her mind spinning off again as he rambled at first. Dammit, Cain. You're a jaw dropper, and it's cute when you ramble but get to the point! Am I this annoying when I ramble" At least he's cute when he does it. Am I cute when I ramble" Ha! No. People just tell me to shut the fuck up. God, keep talking Cain. You beautiful, sexy ma-....wait. What? Certain words he said screamed in her head, swarming around and taking up any other thoughts in that blonde head of hers. Experiment. Fallen. Vices. Freedom. AA. A swell of warmth passed over her expression as one name screamed in her head. She swallowed, puffing at her cigarette she'd all but forgotten in her hand with her anticipation of him telling her the 'how to' on repenting. Her steps lead her back to the desk, stabbing out the filter into the ashtray as there was a touch of guilt in her eyes too. Regardless of what Jynxx had said the other day, she still loved him and was overwhelmed with shame for speaking badly of him. Shaking those thoughts away, she finally nodded. A Fallen Angel who didn't deserve the hand he'd been dealt, who deserved exactly what Cain was talking about. "An opportunity is better than nothing," clearing her throat. "Even if it's not guaranteed, I doubt the particular Fallen Angel will object to being experimented on," she almost snorted a laugh at that. Considering the circumstance and the man's own experiments he'd conduct. Her eyes fixated on Cain, a small smile on her mouth as she let him in on who she had in mind. "Bael, I don't know a Fallen more deserving of a second chance." She knew a few fallen angels, but Bael was the one that came to mind. "And you," she emphasized, her smile broadening as she stalked up to him, her hands rising to collect his face in her hands, cupping his jaw on both sides. Her nose crinkled, her smile sly as a fox. Her fingers curled, nails lightly scratching the scruff that riddled his face. "You beautiful, genius, sexy man." Looking him over, she laughed lightly as she added in, her tone a whisper as she leaned into him. "...Who desperately needs a shower and shave...by the way," her chastising was only for a moment before she leaned more of her frame into him, fitting to him like a glove. "When you say something's important, you're not fucking around," a soft giggle as she lifted herself on her tip toes to press a kiss to his mouth. Pulling back, she made a face at him. "Seriously, you need a fucking shower and shave that fur off your face." To entice him, or perhaps persuade him, her hands slid from his jawline to his chest before tapping her nails over his pectorals. "And just maybe if you do that...I will go fetch some greasy ass cheeseburgers, beer, and," her eyes lifting up to meet his as a smile he'd seen time and time again. "Well, I'll leave the rest of that statement to your imagination." A blue eye tinged with greens and grey disappeared in a wink before resurfacing, her brows ticking at him as her teeth caught her bottom lip.
(From live play with Cain-mun~ He doesn't have a profile as it stands, but he may pop in and out of Kokabiel's story here. Much love to said mun as I've always loved the interactions between Kokabiel and Cain <3 Picture reference above)