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" Tee-hee. "
Milk sends:
Me: What is Phainon patting there? Milk: His meat. Me: His food. Got it. Phainon is patting Caelus's meal. Milk: IT'S HIS DICK. Me: That's not what the ask said.
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" March, I'm gonna be a daddie. "
"Partner, what is a 'baddie'?"
" A bad bitch. "
"i hereby dub thee... stinky." // childe to scara
I'm going to kill him.
" Tch. If you’re desperate for attention, go pester a Hillichurl. At least their intellect matches yours. "
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"hey caelus, have you seen my laundry? dan heng said he saw you carrying my basket earlier and thought you might be doing me a favor, but i can't find any of my underwear in the dryer with the rest of my stuff...?" // march to caelus
He doesn't glance up from his phone, his expression one of grave, scholarly focus. He’s slumped back, legs kicked up, with a pair of her cotton pink panties perched precariously atop his messy gray hair like a crown — the tiny decorative bow centered perfectly on his forehead.
" Oh, hey March, " he greets, not a hint of shame in his tone, tilting his head backwards to look at her. " If you're here for the cargo I ' liberated ' from the laundry room, then the correct password is : ' Caelus, you handsome, Galactic Baseballer, please give me back my unmentionables. "
He reaches up, idly patting the soft cotton settled over his ears as if he's adjusting a high - tech helmet or a pair of expensive headphones.
" Yo, come check this out! I've finally found a way to enhance the Synesthesia Beacon's signal! " He smiles at her, eyes wide and deceptively innocent — giving his eyebrows a little waggle and making the tiny pink bow bounce. " You're right on time for the field test. "
"hey man, i've had enough pussy. i'm thinkin' of switching to bussy. wanna be my guinea pig?" // childe to scara
He delivers a vicious kick to the man's sternum. It’s a low - effort strike ; the sickening crunch of breaking bone is instantly swallowed by the shrieking burst of wind. The gale detonates on impact. The sheer force catapults the mortal's fragile frame off his feet and smashes him through the sliding doors, leaving a trail of shattered wood and torn paper behind as he’s tossed. He doesn't stay to watch the body come to a stop. As the dust and torn paper settle, he merely brushes the invisible specks of filth from his sleeve.
. . .
Hmph.
"partner, i must share some terrible news with you... apparently, your room in the bath house has flooded. that's alright, though, as we can be roomies! if you'd like, of course." please say yes bro. // for caelus
He stands there staring at the dozens of perfectly dry, empty guest rooms lining the hallway of the bath house.
" Terrible news indeed. " He could go confirm his room's been flooded, but he doesn't move from where he's standing. Doesn't say a word about the vacant rooms, either. He looks up at Phainon —fingers to chin — his eyes deep in thought.
He's asking me to bunk in his room with him?
When there's a chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret... and right now, the choice presented was made abundantly clear. Caelus lets his gaze drop to the line of Phainon’s throat before meeting his eyes again with a newfound curiosity.
Is this how it works in Amphoreus? One " flooded " room — is that... their pitch?
" Well, " an amused smile pulls at one corner of his mouth, " if the situation is truly that... dire... I guess I have no choice but to accept your hospitality. I hope your bed is as accommodating as your offer. "