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"Oh, Jinu, you're so funny," Trump breaths out in between laughs, "you're the funniest man I've ever met, you're too funny, I've never met another man as funny as you---"
"Shut up and pass the joint." Jinu asks. They'd been crouched in this back alley in this backwater town that had made it their personal mission to illegalize pot. Donald ignored Jinu's tired request and went on yapping. Jinu was about yea away from eating the man's soul, but---no. He was still technically a demon, still so vulnerable to the Demon King, but he had sworn off that life. Instead, Jinu smacked the joint out of Donald's frail, wrinkly hand and locked eyes with the man as he picked it up off the ground to take a long drag. Don's eyes burned, and his cheeks looked a little pinker in the dim light. Jinu paid it no mind.
"The problem with men like you," Jinu sighs, leaning back. "Is that you don't know when to be good little boys and shut up. Do me a favour, and at least pretend you've learned that lesson while you're in my presence.
Don stares at him, licks his lips.
"What if I want you to teach me that lesson?" He asks.
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"You want me to teach you a lesson?" Jinu asked, "Because I'll teach you a lesson" He purred, pinning Trump to the grimy alley wall.
"Y-yeah, I do" Trump practically whimpered as Jinu's thigh slid between his own.
Then, finally, Jinu kissed him. It was a passionate lip-lock, Jinu's tongue sliding past the other man's lips, exploring his mouth.
"Fuuuck," Trump moaned, "You're good at that."
"Well I've had a lot of practice teaching brat's like you their place"
As the two men continued making out, the blunt ended up crushed at their feet, long forgotten. Jinu's hands roamed over the other man's body, touching him in all the right places, the places that made Trump whimper and moan.
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Don's form stiffened, and Jinu immediately backed off. Jinu may be a demon, but consent was still important.
"Well, well, well, well, well well well." Trump said, in an unnaturally high and tinny voice. So he finally got bored of playing politics. Trump's flesh melted and sizzled as Cipher burst out, until eventually nothing was left. "I didn't know you had it in ya, Jayboy! Did you forget who you were really sharing a blunt with?"
Jinu sighed, not for the first time wondering why Cipher couldn't have taken the form of anyone else to get high, and looked around for the blunt. He let out another sigh when he saw it had been crushed beneath their---his feet.
"I forgot nothing. You and unfortunate America's president share many of the same problems." Jinu responds. Takes a step forwards. "I thought this one was mutually applicable."
Bill floats backward, his 'all seeing' eye scanning over Jinu's body.
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"... you got another joint" Jinu asked, unprompted
"Oh... Uhm... yeah, I do" The triangle responded, a bit surprised at the suddedn request. He pulled out the weed, handing it to the demon. "Here"
They sat there for a while, gradually getting high, talking about their shared immortality.
"So... what about that girl you were seeing, Ruby?"
"It's Rumi, and I don't even like girls so..." Jinu clarified
"Huh. Okay" Bill accepted the fact, not making a big deal out of it. "Cool."
"Did I just come out to you?" Jinu asked with a laugh
"Yeah... I guess you did. But based on what happened earlier, I could have guessed as much."