#maruwrites

Mammon, panicking internally: Not MC. Not MC. Not MC. Say grimm or something. Right, right. Grimm. Not MC. I totally don't care about-

MC: –Light of my life, apple of my eye. You are Spring's first blossom, of Summer's passionate heat, grace of Fall's parting, sweet as a cozy Winter's treat. With your permisson–

Asmo: O-oh my–

MC, wooing: –Let me worship you, in bed.

MC: I bet I can fit the whole world in my hands.

Lucifer: MC, that’s physically impossible.

MC:  *cups Lucifer’s face* Are you sure?

Little D. No. 2: That's not a lot of inches.

Luke:

Luke, about to cry:

Satan, raising his hand: Yes, why does MC call you babygirl?

MC: Alright guys, we’ll meet back here in an hour. Synchronise your watches.

Simeon: How do I do that?

Luke: But I don’t wear a watch.

Solomon: Time is but a social construct~⭐

Belphie: What a stupid question.