#daddy devilish

That obnoxious little Boyfriend hadn’t been around as much the last, say, week and a half, but sometimes that was normal. A moment of peace, a break, if you will.

Of course, one ink-covered doppelganger knew exactly where that blue boy had fucked off to. But nobody else did. Bored, seeking trouble out, seeking energies out, it makes perfect sense that ‘The Boyfriend’ ventured into a place he was rarely allowed to go, and never allowed to go without his Girlfriend bodyguarding him.

The Dearest Residence.

Yet, there were no footsteps, a somewhat demonic presence that did not relate to the family itself was getting closer and closer to wherever our poor victim of beeping and booping was.

“Ope!” A noise of surprise left that odd shadowy Boyfriend-copycat.

if theres one thing pico hates more then the (ex-boyfriend) rapper he lost to a couple hours ago, is a mark on his steller reputation. his hands are clenched tight at his sides, stomping through the alleys like some big red gorilla.

who coulda guessed that trying to kill someone you had emotional ties to would be difficult? the thought makes pico grind his teeth so hard it hurts. this was the end of this, he'll make sure of that

he waits outside the studio. just waiting. not that he's to scared to go in, no. it's going to be a lot of bullshit, and he's gotta prep his speech after all.

few more seconds for drama and.... pico pulls open the studio doors, frustration melting off his face.

"hey, hey, old man dearest! daddy d! hey, can I call ya by your full name? I want us to be those kinda business partners ya know?" pico eases himself into a veil that's more comfortable. a wild grin on his face with a wild glint in his eyes to boot. hands are shoved into his pockets, followed by a shrug.