"I'm not gonna touch you." His tail thumps against the concrete, either a warning, or panic setting in. Selver frowns, lowering their arm a little. "So wHAT? You JuST wanNA.. SIt hERE.. in THe miDDLE of thE sEwERs?" They gesture around. He catches a glimpse of the cuts and scars on Selvers arms, some deeper than others. He decides not to pry into that topic.
He scratches the back of his neck and looks around. Cans of rotting food lay around, a rat frothing and twitching on the ground, and a body soaking up the sludge.
He shivers and grabs Selvers hand, forcefully yanking himself back onto his feet.
"wANna gO BAck to MY PlACe?" Selver doesn't let go of his hand, instead moving it up to grip his wrist. The grip wasn't too tight, not enough to hurt; But it also wasn't too loose, enough to slip away. Their thumb brushes over his pulse, a small movement that made him shiver.
Selver doesn't wait for his response before dragging him deeper into the sewers, tripping over nearly anything on the way, and taking him down with them.
SELVERS 'HOME'
Selver took a sharp turn, jumping into the sludge with him barely following behind.
They got to the entrance, Selver turning towards him with an excited stare. "YOu rEMEmbER thE PASswoRD, rIGHt?"
He'd scratch his head, probably thinking of something else to do, before snapping his focus back to Selver. "Hwuh.. oh, the uhh.. yeah, I'm pretty ssure I remember." He raises a hand to the door, knocking the right tune. Sure, it was broken down here and there, but the beat was still right.
Selver squeals like a highschool girl and shoves him inside, the door creaking open. It steps over him and flops into a nearby chair.
The room swallows him whole as he's forced to stumble in. The air around him was thicker, damp, and coppery, worse than the outside. He gets that Selver isn't really a hygienic guy, but the least they could do is clean up their 'home'. Or themself.
"Gee.. never heard of cleaning, you pussy? I get that you're like.. allergic to water or ssomething" He cuts off, pondering what to say next. "but I think a bit of organizing could help you a lot."
"OOuhh plEAse, yOU coULDn't cleAN up ANythINg yOURSelf." It emphasizes the word, 'Anything', just to get back at him. "I'Ve seEN How yOU arE AT YOur liTTle cAMp." Before he gets a chance to get back at it, Selver speaks up again.
"spEAKIng of YOur CAMp, do YOu thINk ThAT onE CHIcks siNGLE?" It kicks its legs, just barely touching the ground. He blinks in confusion, wondering how it went from small arguing to whatever that question was. "..Huh? You mean Venuss..??"
Selver sighs, tail basically whipping the chair he's sitting in. "VeNUs.." It repeats the name, cupping its own face and flushing a low pink. "Dude sshe'ss definitely like, way older than you." He'd point out. "And like, aren't you a.. erh.. 'Necrophile?' I'm ssurprissed you'd enjoy a living perssonss body."
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