Dude Looks Like a Lady [Private]

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ts a cruel cruel world to face On your own

OH LIGHTS ARE ON EVERYONES GONE THE PRINCIPAL OF NATURE IS TRUE BUT ITS A CRUEL WORLD

█ TAGS Virgil Devilry █ WORDS 864█ NOTES Don't be shy TwT

It was so festive! There were colors and songs and dances! Everyone was having such a grand time. Smiles were plastered on the face of men women and some that not even Virgil could tell the gender of. They were so talented at getting in touch with their inner females or males it was just impossible to tell what they were. The men were beautiful with soft skin and long flowing blode hair as their dresses hugged their bodies of near flawless female forms. The women were tall and built with defined bone structres and their hair cut in the latest male fashions as they dressed in classy male clothes. Poland never let anyone down. Among these such talents was Virgil. He might not have chosen his feminine look on purpose, though his choice of pink hair ribbons didn't help, but he would have definitely fit into this crowd.

These people couldn't see him though. At least a majority couldn't. Perhaps a few gifted with some kind of power would take notice of the performer but it was unlikely that he'd stand out in their minds. While he loved parading about and making a spectacle of himself going up and flipping across a powerline that would only be noticed by a few, who would probably be deemed crazy for seeing things that others didn't , just wasn't something he wanted to do. Everyone was already happy enough. He didn't need to make them smile. He just needed to enjoy himself in the overall thrilled mood of the parade.

Of course not everyone could be so happy. There were a few downers here and there who just happened to be in the area. They were those people who always looked down on the people like this. They were the same people that had pestered Virgil while he had been living. As he walked along with the parade he could look around every few minutes and spot one of them with appalled faces as they gazed on the happy crowd who seemed all but deterred by their nasty looking faces. While it was annoying it was just a give in that they would exist.

One of these people stuck out to Virgil though. He was standing by some booth where he picked up the lovely scent of meat. He looked like the kind who would be here. He was really pretty if Virgil were being honest. However from the moment he saw him, the man just gave off a bad vibe. It was then that he suddenly turned to a man who had been speaking to him, a rather annoyed look on his face. Virgil was close enough to hear and he found himself stopping in his tracks, just staring. Was this guy really being so cruel?

It made sense to the togabito now that the human was here only by accident, probably drawn in by all the noise or just trying to find some food. Though to Virgil that little fact gave him no right to turn and snap into a harsh lecture to the man that was making a simple mistake. He even made the poor guy cry! It just wasn't right. Now Virgil knew why he had gotten such a disgusting aura from the man. He carried himself just like some goody goody that was far too involved in the church. It was no wonder he was so pretty. The church liked their boys that way didn't they?

There was something else Virgil could tell about the man as he paid more attention. He had some spiritual power. He'd be able to see Virgil. He'd even be able to take the full effects of a really good punch if Virgil saw fit. It was a tempting plan though perhaps a bit too much for now. Do instead he ground his teeth together, imagining his canines tearing into that pale flesh and ripping it apart for a rather dull tasting meal, as he walked closer.

"Oi, oi. That wasn't very nice at all" he sighed out, regaining his composure. Even to someone like this guy he needed his smile. It wasn't something he had much control over anymore. "I do think you could have preached to him a little bit nicer don't you?" Virgil stopped a few feet ahead of the man, crossing his arms over his chest and sway on his feet some so he could stick his hip out. He wasn't one to really flaunt about his feminine figure all that much, but if it meant making this a bit more amusing he was all for it. Not everyone he ran into was some one he wanted to make smile. "Why don't you just let yourself enjoy the festival some neh? The priest waiting for you to be ducked down under the podium will surely forgive you if you go have fun with some one else" he sounded so sweet as he was saying such mocking words that it was hard to tell he was trying to get on the man's nerves. He even gave a soft giggle after, smiling like he always did. Who could be mad at such a pretty face?

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ts a cruel cruel world to face On your own

OH LIGHTS ARE ON EVERYONES GONE THE PRINCIPAL OF NATURE IS TRUE BUT ITS A CRUEL WORLD

█ TAGS Virgil Devilry █ WORDS 528 █ NOTES --

Virgil gave the little church boy a moment to look him over. He could tell he had begun to make the mistake that so many before him had. It seemed Llewellyn was beginning to learn a little lesson about just what he was surrounded by though. When it seemed the human made the connection Virgil was rather pleased. Instantly he shifted his weight so his hip wasn't sticking out like some prostitutes. His arms uncrossed, hanging at his sides now, thumbs hooked under the fabric of his belt. This new position certainly did give him a much more male air even if he was undeniably pretty like some lady. He much preferred this though. He didn't like to think of himself in that much of a girly way. Lucky for him the pretty human was quick to catching on.

Another thing he noticed was a second look of understanding. Perhaps he had figured out the Virgil was someone who couldn't be seen by nearly any other human around. Llewellyn might have figured out that he wasn't a resident of Poland, but instead somewhere he'd hate to be in even more. He was a togabito, a demon sent straight up from Hell. This guy really was a quick learner. However Virgil didn't expect any reply in return to what he had said because of this fact. It was downright crazy to talk to things that 'weren't there'.

He couldn't deny the fact that he was even more slightly surprised by the come back he got in return to his mocking. It seemed like this human was just out to spite him the same as Virgil was. He narrowed his eyes at this, not exactly happy about it. He could feel every drop of venom dripping from the male's words. And he was supposed to be a good little boy with soft hands and even softer lips? That was becoming a bit less like it was the case now.

"My, my, don't you have quite the bitter tongue" Virgil commented. recomposing himself as his smirky, cocky look returned. He stepped forward, brows furrowing as if showing some form of pity. "You've spent far to much time using that mouth hm? The bad taste is starting to rub off into your speech" he sighed softly, acting like he actually felt bad about whatever he was making up. He shook his head, reaching out to place a hand upon the man's shoulder.

"You know that you can say no to him right? Or maybe you've fallen in love with him instead of the Lord. Thats no good little church boy" he waved the finger of his free hand in a lecturing way, almost like mocking what he had done to send the man from before crying into the crowd. Llewellyn seemed like one who was dead set on heavy lectures. Weren't most nearly all religious people? Virgil could easily keep throwing the little mistake in his face. He wasn't above it. He was from hell after all. It wasn't like he had much reason to feel bad for things anymore. If he ever did die he'd be sent straight back there anyway.