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@fatesundone
Smacks the Deliverer with the non-pointy end of his lance. " HSK!
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@fatesundone
Smacks the Deliverer with the non-pointy end of his lance. " HSK!
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You can blame @fatesundone for the spam.
" 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.
Milk sends:
WHeezING.
@fatesundone
" March, I'm gonna be a daddie. "
"Partner, what is a 'baddie'?"
" A bad bitch. "
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"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. "
"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.