#dapperiiism

The poor Irken must turn a ghastly shade of light green as he feels his knees threaten to give out. “Oh?” he asks weakly and he’s glad the chair is there for him to practically fall into.

He feels sick and he’s sure he looks it, eyes trained to the screens and then at his mentor. No, he came here for a fresh start. He doesn’t want to go through all of his passed blunders. He doesn’t want to see...them.

“I-is that...mandatory?”

Yes, dear?

    IF YOU MAKE A BELT FROM THE UNICORN SPELL I WON’T BE ABLE TO TOUCH YOU.

Though he balked at the sight of the chain again, stiffened as he heard the familiar clink, the sight of Thrax waving it around as if it weren’t tied to countless lost souls was enough to make the cell draw his weapon. He wouldn’t pretend to understand the virus’s reasoning behind it, nor did he care the motive, but Osmosis had a trembling grip as he raised his gun. Damn it, he was right at the beginning, he could stop this right here and now before the bastard could actually do any more damage.

It was a coverup, the nose, throat, aches, pains-- mimicking the common cold. He KNEW this virus, knew what he had to do to get in without a trace, and swallowed. He didn’t care the state of the place, and insult aside, was determined to come out on top this time by a long shot versus the last time they’d tangled. Though Drix wasn’t here, he didn’t need the pill to beat him last time, so this time with everything stacked in his favor there was no way he could lose.

Almost.

There was a decent chance.

Maybe.

“Put yer fuckin’ hands up before I skip on my oath and cap your ass for endangering innocent lives.”

:)

The Devil chuckled lowly, his tail wagging behind him softly.

{ “Hey HIM~ I was just in the neighbor, so to speak, and thought I’d stop by. May I come in?” }

“…..do you need a hug?”