Devil's Palace [Algos/Santa]

Santa furrowed her brows at that. "That still seems weird....." She murmured, sighing lightly before she paused. She took a moment to listen to the woman's words and they .....SEEMED to make sense sortof. Certainly overcoming a bit of bother was something she would hardly mind. She had felt that very sentiment when she was taking her out to the grand canyon.

However, even with her own.....dim understanding of things. She still was...... a bit unsure. It wasn't of course, a REASON. It was an instinct. One forged through thousands of years of backstabbing, voracious hollow existence. Broken promises, double crosses, defilement, and suffering. Whatever the woman was offering, it seemed like a big deal. And probably irreversible. "Well, if ....I don't understand. Why not wait until I can? I'm gonna be learning stuff a lot these days! There was this really nice Arrancar, actually two of them, they've been helping me stay in the world of the living longer without having to worry about attracting hollows. I won't have to learn things about human culture in bits and pieces anymore." She reasoned with a prime smile on her face. Even just talking about it brought warmth and excitement to her chest. Imagining all of the human stuff she'd get to enjoy.

She paused and stood up, looking a bit sheepish. "So uhhh I might have to pass on the Knight thing right now. Especially since....well...you are still mostly a stranger. Even if I like hanging out with you and seeing those little faces you make. So why don't we start with 'Homies' and work our way from there?" She asked, holding her hand out to the demon. "And then you know, if stuff works out we can worry about blood stuff.Besides uhh... you ... may not wanna go promising to help me whenever. I kinda get into trouble pretty often. Like...... I get into fights at LEAST once every couple days. And you got your.....whole....kingdom stuff going on." She pointed out, as if SHE would be the one benefiting the most from this little shindig.

Santa's brows raised slightly in surprise as she felt those tendrils just sortof moving around her. Taking in what the Princess was saying as she considered, in her own limited capacity, what Algos was saying. She glanced at Algos, and even with her own HORRID awareness, she could see there was something.....uhhhh, very non-innocent about the way the woman was looking at her. Was....algos coming onto her? She furrowed her brows, even as those tendrils pulled her in and suddenly the Demon had her arms around Santa, one hand gently patting her head as they seemed to cling to her almost like she was some sort of dog?

Santa shrugged for a moment before she promptly slipped her arms around the woman and hugged her back, a smile on her face as she leaned in and rested her cheek against the demon princess', taking a moment to give that seratonin that the woman clearly was wanting before pulling back a bit and popping a leaning sit beside the woman, looking at the far wall as she considered Algos' words.

"I mean, I guess? You could probably do that. But you also seem pretty smart so I don't know why you would. A long time ago I used to be like that for a little bit. Fighting all by myself in the desert, I wound up crippling another hollow, trapping them in my garden. They were a really pretty bird. Looking at them hunting up in the air it was.....awesome. Those piercing eyes, those claws. They were so awesome that I wanted to have them hang out all the time. Tried to get them to be like a pal. But even though they eventually did what I said, and realized they couldn't kill me, I eventually just let them go. Sure I could make them do what I want. But...... those eyes weren't really all that piercing anymore. The claws were....broken and mottled from trying to fight me so often. And even though they did what I said, it just .....wasn't the same bird I liked seeing soaring around. Wanting someone to be around can make you do crazy stuff like enslaving someone. But in the end, you're not REALLY letting them be close. By taking away the choice, you keep them close, but still at a distance."

She smiled and closed her eyes. Thinking to the two arrancar she'd met so recently. "So say you enslaved me. Big whoop. You wouldn't REALLY have me. You'd have whatever you made me into." she reasoned simply, glancing at Algos and chuckling. "Besides, we're homies! IF you ever want somethin you can just ask. But even if I say no, I'll still be your homie and look out for you. And even if some friggin....dumb...bitch face twink comes along, I'll still stick with ya. Not because I HAVE to, but because I want to." She leaned over and then pulled Algos into a one-armed hug, resting her chin on the shorter woman's head before pausing to stroke her own chin.

"Speaking of annoying twinks, I had no idea that mall staff were like that. We might have to find someplace quiet to hang out next time... Like a cave or something. Do caves sell tshirts? Maybe if we find a famous cave..." She murmured thoughtfully. ENTIRELY ignoring the whole 'dont you dare come to earth bitch' nonsense that twinklord and his Police Girl had talked about. Stay away from the WHOLE ass earth? That was just stupid talk. It was a bigass world and Santa was determined to find a place where, simply put: There would be nobody to bother them.

Santa could hardly read minds but she could sense a mood! She noticed that Algos seemed to be struggling internally with something amidst their embrace. All the while she gently rubbed her palm up and down the woman’s spine, particularly along the erector spinae at the lower back, pillars of supportive core muscles that arched the back. Not that she knew what they were, she was simply familiar with where a lot of the strain went and which muscles did the most work since sometimes she had to prioritize which muscles grew in her garden.

When Algos finally spoke up she smiled, gently resting her chin at the top of the woman’s head and giving a light squeeze to firmly pull them to her chest before relaxing her grip with a chuckle. ”Thank you~. And Are there really nine rings? Seems a bit much. Which ring are you from?” she asked, briefly musing about what the ring structure would even look like before promptly adding. ”I’m not actually sure. The most interesting thing I’ve found around here is you. But iiiif you mean what do I want to do in general I gotta admit I really want to punch that fancy twink.” she noted, and for a fraction of a second that dull boiling drowning meal would be tasted by the demon as Santa entertained the notion of physically reprimanding the narrow face that had so RUDELY seen them off earth. A moment of blinding irritation and a slow, SURE determination to punch the man square in the face. It was a raw emotion, something she would have been tasting just a hint of ever since the encounter.

But. After a moment, just as it had been before, it was crushed into a smaller, more subtle emotion in Santa’s mental background. ”It’s been a long time since I felt that mad. Usually I just have to look out for myself, so if something is too strong I can just run. But him. I wanted to rip his face off the way he talked to us. And that noise he was putting out. But I don’t think I could have ever put a hand on him.” she growled, and then, just as suddenly, she was smiling. ”So! I’m going to punch his face! Super hard.” she grinned unpleasantly. And, interestingly enough had it been anyone else, her statement would have simply read as blind stupid overconfidence. But Algos, with her emotional feeding habit, would TASTE that desperation. Focused and sharp, as if it had been aged and fermented. She was GOING to punch him in the face. She was going to maim, kill, eat, mutilate, and break whatever she had to to make it happen, herself included. But she had found something to point that deep inner fever at.

”Oh! And we need you to try on your shirts!” she added, smiling from ear to ear. ”You have a REALLY nice bod for human clothes, G. I’ll have to see about snatching some more to bring to you.”