#deathbecomesyou

THESE COMICS ARE ABOUT ROMANCE AND BISEXUAL BABYGIRLS AND MONSTERS.

FOR ADULTS. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR CHILDREN. PLEASE DON'T LOOK FOR THAT HERE. IF YOU ARE A CHILD PLEASE GO EAT A ROCK OR WHATEVER IT IS KIDS DO THESE DAYS.

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“Good as new.” He beamed, a smile lighting up his inked face as golden eyes gleamed. It wasn’t until he looked down that he remembered his friend was in a towel… with absolutely nothing on underneath.

The God could feel his cheeks redden as he cleared his throat and bent down to gather Ammit in his hands. The little crocodildo hissed but then settled as he held her to his chest. Oleander did all he could to avoid eye contact with Kanaya as he straightened his posture and abruptly turned on his heel.

“If you need anything else I will be in the living room, just give a shout out, eh?”

The psychic was deeply and honestly amazed by his healing abilities. So much so that all she did was just stare down at her previously injured and potentially broken hand, flexing her fingers and rolling her wrist. In fact, it wasn’t until his rushed exit that she even noticed the awkwardness in his tone. 

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, glancing up at him for just a moment before looking down at herself... and putting the pieces together. 

....shit...

With another half of a second to gather herself, Kanaya got back to drying herself off and getting dressed. 

@death-becomes-you con’t from {x}

A warm puff of air left her nose, a noise of BLATANT amusement as a silver brow rose.

@death-becomes-you

Crystallin eyed the man in amusement. Though he really wasn’t a man exactly; no ordinary one at least. She could feel it off of him as easily as she could smell the alcohol on his breath.