Blackhole Sun

Reficul no

That was a really cute response though

Miscellaneous 

I LEFT AND HAD 6 FOLLOWERS AND NOW I HAVE 29

          ❝ ... Are you telling me that Satanick               is willing to go to the hot springs                with Ivlis but not me ? Man, talk                about unfair ! Unless he’s using               him as a heater— but what kinda                heater does trash make ?! ❞

Blam. Little brother is just going to drop down from over  head to sit down on a rock adjacent from the other god.  He snorts, arms crossing his arms, making note of the  sticky mess coating Elux's hands. "Tell me about it. Lux. He could have brought me to  heat the water too, but no. He had to bring ole what's  his face instead. At least I'm pleasant company. I'm  just as capable of heating water. And it's a cozy heat  when I warm water up. Ugh, let's you and me get our  own hot spring. No devils invited."

     ”I found a small patch of flowers scorched! I’m gonna beat up one of those flame jerks!”

". . .Ah, sorry."

"It was a figure of speech."  She proceeds to bury her face in a pillow so she won’t have to keep looking at this loud, brightly-colored individual.

"Ugh, I know. But you're a demon. I don't know if demons heads actually explode from headaches or not. Seems like something your type can do." Hang on. . .This world is entirely dark. He might want to. . .turn the light down. He sighs, and the brightness that usually radiates from him gradually vanishes to a light no brighter than a firefly. "Keep forgettin' Nicky's world is all black."

"My head feels like it’s going to explode."

"Eugch, don't get any on me if it does explode. Please and thanks."

All of these gods lingering around is making her highly uncomfortable.

"I didn't know devils came in funsize."

"Heh. I dunno ‘bout’cha, but I’m diggin’ this chaotic shizz. Gettin’ a whole load’a peeps in th’prison, waitin’ fer me in chains. But when it comes t’outsiders, ye bet’cher ass we all work as an effin’ unit.”

"A unit, you say? More like a dysfunctional, disorganized one easily torn asunder by a group of little girls, I believe." Oh, Siralos knew. He was a gossip after all. Every juicy little bit of information he could obtain was quickly consumed and digested into his blood stream. Emalf was fooling no one. He knew all about the Flame World's invasion of the Gray World, and more than anything, he ate it all up like a televised sitcom. What. A. Laugh.

"Well, uh… Who would’ja consider yer devil?"

Another tap to his chin, although this time he's smiling, hardly seeming as bored as he had been before. Maybe it has something to do with the amusing dark brown dot to appear on Emalf's nose. "I just assumed I never had one. It's too chaotic in the flame world for me to even assume there's a devil in charge. Not even a devil allows this sort of mess."