#dcvastation

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   Lights are dim, the air is quiet, though smoke billows into the room–

   That is, until something bursts into light and echoes across the walls, a very metallic and rumbling–

“O~h, Yes!

“Have no fear, darlings!

Never Have I Ever | Accepting | 1/10

Play “Never Have I Ever” with my muse! - accepting

He snorts, only vaguely aware that it's a rather undignified response to such an idea, and thus the fifth shot is taken.

Turning to Beerus fully, he sets the glass down (perhaps a little harder than he meant to, if the definite 'thunk' it makes is any indication), blinking slowly.

"Well... I mean yeah, I guess. If you wanna be technical or.. whatever, you’re right. Doesn’t mean I can’t admire what ‘e’s got though, right?

There’s a bit of snickering that follows.

“--good thing I can say yes to this one though, huh? ‘cause if you were stronger than Whis, we’d all prob’ly be fucked.”

    ❛ It has all been nothing but mere luck, ❜ he finds himself muttering in response, taking the initiative to pick up a nearby stick, a few feet in length, charred at one end-- to prod at the fire he had made for himself.     ❛ Somehow, death evades me. Perhaps in my subconscious, I have strong survival skills that I have projected without my own notice, I just do not know. ❜

“Yer really missin’ out! There’s nothin’ more rewardin’ and fullfillin’ than teachin’ yer child.”

“Bottoms up!”

“Holidays? What holidays?”

Champa knew full well ‘what holidays’. But just visiting his brother, vying for his company on such a celebratory occasion so innocently?

P F F T.