Sir Pentious

As soon as angel lifts sir Pentious off the ground he feels....safe,he can't explain it but it feels nice,being help like he actually matters in the grand scheme of things. "thanks angel.." He says in a thankful tone "yeah yeah,dont mention it snake boy" Angel dust replies with a dismissive wave,as they continue along. Angel can feel Pentious adjusting himself every once win a while,feeling his body rub against him makes him feel...good,a bit too good,he just plays it off as some sorta maternal instinct or something. But a noise snaps him from his thoughts *rumble* sir Pentious' stomach growls with hunger, he flushes red and covers his face,Angel laughs "oh?is someone hungry? When was the last time you ate?" Angel asks,"yesterday morning, I have any had much time will all my inventing and planning to think about food." Sir Pentious replys calmly, like he just said water was wet. Angel on the other hand looks appalled "why are ya so calm?you are saying that like no eating for 2 days is normal!?" Angel dust exclaims "well it isn't normal but it isn't that bad,the average person can go 2 weeks without food,I could live two days." He replys "well just because you can doesn't mean you should,like I could drop you right now,but should I?!" Angel yells back "no,no you should not!" Sir Pentious yells back "well with all of your attitude I oughta-AHHH!" He trips and it sends both of them to the ground, sir Pentious landing atop him "ahh,aw fuck that hurt!" He looks up and sees sir Pentious with his head laying on his chest, shit,did he...pass out? Angel chuckles despite the situation, lifting both of them,but then he feels dampness. No way, did the guy seriously piss himself? Oh well that is going to be something he can tease him about once he wakes up,for now he just hauls him back to his place, this time it's easier because he is asleep.

As they walk along. Or much more sir Pentious limping as Angel dust practically carries him. They talk a bit and get to know each other "So,sweetcheeks,whadduya do in yer free time?" Angel dust asks,glancing at him from the corner of his eye. "Im an inventor! A very good one at that!" He responds with a small smirk before wincing "An inventor,hmm?so you made that ship and those fancy lil' weapons of yer's all by yerself?" Angel inquiries with a raised eyebrow "Yes,that I did." He answers with a nod,seemingly proud of himself,oh that little face he is making,it makes angel feel weak in the knees. "Why do I feel like this?!he's just some dumb pathetic inventor!"angel thinks to himself, feeling conflicted " Well what do you do in your free time, if I may ask?" Oh yeah,sir Pentious is still here beside him,he nearly forgot "Eh,you know the usual, drugs,sex,etc" angel responds with a dismissive wave of his hand "well that isn't real much of a hobbie" sir Pentious says with a tilt of his head "well neither is inventing, sweetheart" angel dust rebuttals "Yes it is!" Sir Pentious shouts back defensively "says who?" Angel says in a petulant tone "says like every inventor ever!" Sit Pentious replay with a little stomp. A waves of pain goes through him but he tries not to show it "ow,damn it why did I do that!" He thinks to himself with a small whimper of pain. Angel dust sees this and smirks "aww,did the little inventor hurt himself? Poor baby" his tone is mocking, well that is until he sees the small tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "Woah,hold on I didn't mean to make you cry!" Sir Pentious looks away and wipes his eyes with a sniffle " I'm not crying because of you,imbecile, im crying because every bone in my body is sssstinging like hell." His hands are clenched at his sides,the simple act of walking feels ever so painful to him in this moment.,then he hears angel sag something that surprises him "do you want me to carry ya?im pretty damn strong, ya know?" Sir Pentious freezes for a moment before nodding "yes, please" he can barely respond before feeling Angel's hands go under his legs and lift him.

Angel dust walks upon where he hears the noise from, to be met with a very hurt and emotional Victorian looking inventor "Oh shittt,what happened to ya snakey boy?" He questions with a concerned but teasing tone, making sir Pentious look up at him "nothing! Nothing at all!only a minor setback to my evil plan!pay no mind to me-" he is cut off mid sentence buy a cough, making him fold inward and wince. "Sure,yeah whatever you say....here come with me,ill get you patched up,alright doll?" he doesn't know why he is asking this,normally he wouldn't care,he'd only laugh but there is something about this man that makes him feel as if he needs to protect him, weather its the way his eyes glisten with tears or maybe the way that him whimpers that tickles his ear drums in the perfect way he doesn't know.all he knows is that he wants to help this man and take him home with him too take care of him until he is better. Sir Pentious looks up at him,wiping his eyes and nodding,he has no choose but to accept, he really is seeking comfort right now weather he will admit it or not "that is very kind of you sir,my name is sir Pentious." He says in a small voice that makes angel dusts pants feel ever so slightly tighter,but he clears his throat and holds out a hand "Angel dust,the famous pornstar angel dust." Sir Pentious blushes at this information "was that last part needed?" He says with a choked up voice,not because he is having trouble thinking but because he has some rather improper thoughts going through his mind at the moment. Why is he thinking this? He is a man, a man simply can't be in love with another man,that is just wrong! But why does it feel so right,a voice snaps him out of his thoughts "of course it was,toots,now are ya coming or what?" Angel dust says,extending his hand.which sir Pentious grabs a bit too quickly "yes of course, thanks again."

End of chapter two

Chapter one: terf war

It was a normal day,well normal in hell that is,until it appeared on the news that a very powerful overlord was killed,so now all of the property will be there to be fought over, sir Pentious was excited to hear this. He grabs a few inventions and brings along his favorite egg bois and then he is off inside for his little war plane that he made. He makes it to the area and sees many demons already there and fighting. It makes sense, it is a terf war after all. Many people in hell want to get their hands on that property. He swoops down inside of his ship and starts shooting and sending off little explosions at people. Everything is going decent until someone knocks out one of his main engines and he goes crashing down to the floor. It lands with a big crash and sir Pentious is left with the air knocked from his lungs,struggling for air. He can feel many sharp things penetrating him and he is inside of a ditch now. He attempts to stand but winces instantly, dropping back to the ground "no!this isn't how this was supposed to go!I was doing so good,I almost won!" He thinks to himself while holding back a flood of tear that are either because of the pain or possibly just a small tantrum from his loss,or even a mix of both. He weakly hits the ground with his fist once,trying to release some any without seeming completely petulant to anyone observing. But this effort only makes the pain feel worse and he lets out a small wine of pain.

Meanwhile

Angel dust walks upon where he hears the noise from, to be met with a very hurt and emotional Victorian looking inventor "Oh shittt,what happened to you snakey boy?" He questions with a concerned but teasing tone, making sir Pentious look up at him "nothing! Nothing at all!only a minor setback to my evil plan!pay no mind to me-" he is cut off mid sentence buy a cough, making him food inward and wince. "Sure,yeah whatever you say....here come with me,ill get you patched up,alright doll?" he doesn't know why he is asking this,normally he wouldn't care,he'd only laugh but there is something about this man that makes him feel as if he needs to protect him, weather its the way his eyes glisten with tears or maybe the way that him whimpers that tickles his ear drums in the perfect way he doesn't know.all he knows is that he wants to help this man and take him home with him too take care of him until he is better. Sir Pentious looks up at him,wiping his eyes and nodding,he has no choose but to accept, he really is seeking comfort right NIW weather he will admit it or not "that is very kind of you sir,my name is sir Pentious." He says in a small voice that makes angel dusts pants feel ever so slightly tighter,but he may clear his throat and holds out a hand "Angel dust,the famous pornstar angel dust." Sir Pentious blushes at this information "was that last part needed?" He says with a chocked up voice,not because he is having trouble thinking but because he has some rather improper thoughts going through his mind at the moment. Why is he thinking this? He is a man, a man simply can't be in love with another man,that is just wrong! But why does it feel so right,a voice snaps him out of his thoughts "of course it was,toots,now are ya coming or what?" Angel dust says,extending his hand.which sir Pentious grabs a bit too quickly "yes of course, thanks again."

Chapter one: terf war

It was a normal day,well normal in hell that is,until it appeared on the news that a very powerful overlord was killed,so now all of the property will be there to be fought over, sir Pentious was excited to hear this. He grabs a few inventions and brings along his favorite egg bois and then he is off inside for his little war plane that he made. He makes it to the area and sees many demons already there and fighting. It makes sense, it is a terf war after all. Many people in hell want to get their hands on that property. He swoops down inside of his ship and starts shooting and sending off little explosions at people. Everything is going decent until someone knocks out one of his main engines and he goes crashing down to the floor. It lands with a big crash and sir Pentious is left with the air knocked from his lungs,struggling for air. He can feel many sharp things penetrating him and he is inside of a ditch now. He attempts to stand but winces instantly, dropping back to the ground "no!this isn't how this was supposed to go!I was doing so good,I almost won!" He thinks to himself while holding back a flood of tear that are either because of the pain or possibly just a small tantrum from his loss,or even a mix of both. He weakly hits the ground with his fist once,trying to release some any without seeming completely petulant to anyone observing. But this effort only makes the pain feel worse and he lets out a small wine of pain.