#divinespearus

[Σ;;/]  “You don’t like spiders and bugs? Well i collect them.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them.” Gil shrugs. Truth be told, he used to father an entire nest of bugs as a child himself. This was before he had to devote his time to his training. “I’m just better equipped for ghosts, than I am getting bit by venomous arachnids.”

"I still find how to believe that they made you a Legate. And yes, i do take my duty seriously."

A quick scan of the man in front of him definitely screams 'knight' to Flynn. A knight from where, he definitely could not say. But the man seemed distressed about something. Though, judging by his words, maybe 'about someone' was more accurate.

Woman? Lord of Calamity? Flynn would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little confused by his warning.

“And? I’m a replica.” A fake, phony, a fraud. He was nothing more than a cheap defective product that couldn’t even do its job. 

Send me “Is that my shirt?” for my muses reaction to getting caught wearing your muses shirt

“…” Mikleo hadn’t exactly been expecting for this human to see him. Let along see the fact he was borrow–wearing his shirt. “Unless someone else abandoned this nice dry shirt in this room, then yeah.” Having been rained on into town, the seraph was soaked. Seeing one of the rooms open, he sneaked inside. Also lying on the bed was an abandoned and dry shirt. Thus, here he was. His own shirt laying out to dry.