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⚓ ; Sick? Sick? Orcas don’t get sick, no real sea animal does. But, there’s always a first, she assumes. Blinking at the much larger male, compared to her tiny stature, was rather strange for his habit, to finally succumb to her constant bickering of just to relax, not that she minded. It always gave her a chance to cook, which is something she rarely got to do at home. “ You know, Uncle, all that smoking isn’t really good for your health? “

⚓ ; Who said killers can’t be cute? Because here we have, a darling orca, chilling in the orca danger zone.

{+🌸+}   She had given herself a simple task; to just visit this so proclaimed peaceful world, which she did have to admit was quite beautiful; even colourful compared to the dull colours the two deities wore. She could easily find her way around, trying her best to avoid most; she was an outsider and mostly not welcomed. Standing somewhat awkwardly in front of the large doors in front of her, placing a soft knock on the door, not wanting to barge into what she assumed was the throne room, that was rude after all, having a small thing of flowers in her grasp. It was a gift for the other devil, but anyone who answers she assumes will pass on the message.

{+🌸+}   “ Do you think your hair’s long enough to braid? “ The rose, slightly tilting her head with the question. Daisies would look rather nice in their hair.

{+🌸+}   “ Just bored, with nothing better to do. “ It was true, considering spring was coming, and she didn’t really have a hand in trying her chances at reproduction. So, she thought by stopping to another devil, would be a nice breath of release. “ How have you been, ‘Nick? “

{+🌸+}  “ I know you would, but smooch, or I won’t tell. “ And there she goes, having a small smile on her lips.

     {+🌸+}    Freedom? Freedom. She has a small amount of freedom as long as the season is still cold, which is lucky for her, being a devil does have it’s up points. Though, she did somewhat feel lonely, it didn’t stop her at all from doing what she wanted to do. She did also know the only other person awake, and she’d thought it’d be rather nice to have a tea time with her god. The rose, getting dressed for said occasion, she did want to look her best.

❝Do you ever stop and think about the things that leave your mouth?❞ Four whole months without a single possessive descriptor. gone. ❝If it's in my pants? It's my dick. Leave that 50's Betty Crocker shit out the window---'Kay fifty shades of gay? ❞