"You're not that handsome."
"That's so hurtful," Sol said, but shrugged. "And I'd advice you not to ruffle my hair then, because that's like, super sensual to me," he said, halfway kidding. He decided to do as Juliet had wanted and stayed quiet as Sierra voiced her question, though he immediately regretted not having done so.
"My question is simple then. What was the absolute worst, sexual experience you've had?"
Wait, what?
Sol looked at Sierra in disbelief, eyebrow raised. Was she really that upset about Vik's question? So upset that she'd ask someone, a succubus no less, about their 'worst sexual experience'? Perhaps she just didn't have a clue. Could you be that clueless, though?
Apparently. But then again, I don't think she's had a lot of friends. I mean, she does seem bad at that part, as cynical and rude as she can be.
He bit the inside of his cheek, he really was being too harsh on Sierra, and it made him feel slightly bad. Slightly. Juliet seemed to take the question well enough, even if he could see the frown on her face and the look of annoyance in her eyes. Still, remarkably better than most would.
"Well if you insist, Its not much of a story though, and its part of my life I left behind long ago."
And thus started what Sol felt was the longest answer you could've gotten in truth or dare. Not because it was, god no, he'd heard some long stories, but it felt longer. Perhaps it was the whole: 'Demon sex slave' thing. Or perhaps it was the fact that he could sort of relate to it, even if his situation had been different, and grounded in a choice, even as hopeless as it had felt, and as disconnected from it all as he had been. Honestly, it was probably both, but regardless of which it was, it made him slowly inch further and further away, that dare of his suddenly feeling a bit dirty.
"Now then, I think this game has gotten a bit tiresome, don't you think we should play something else?"
Sol didn't answer at first, just looked at her. His slowly moving away from her had resulted in him sitting a bit distanced from her, not wanting to keep up the dare as she spoke about her experiences. And then he quickly closed the distance, giving her a warm, but also very clearly friendly -and only friendly- hug. "I'm not going to pity you," he said, whispering. "I just thought I should say, I dunno, I suppose it's just that I somewhat understand those feelings. Even the ones about it being less of a deal than it would be for most others. And that's exactly why I'm not going to pity you, I'm simply empathising here." With that, he sat up, stretching, then rubbing his ankle. It was throbbing angrily, having gotten a bit too much weight thrown at it too quickly.
"Ouch. Oh well, I think that hug was more for my own sake than yours," he chuckled, aloud this time. He wasn't upset, but a hug always made everything better. For him anyhow. "But yeah, let's do something else. This suddenly went from fun and interesting to not very fun, and I don't like that. And I dunno what to do about that dare now, think I'll skip it, we could do another dare or you can just have the favor, but I'd feel bad if I kept it up. No offence, it's me, not you, darling," he said, winking, before looking at the others.
"This time you guys come up with something. I still have food to eat," he said, offering some to Juliet. She would probably not realise it, but that was a pretty big gesture on his part.
