#punza

Until one day Techno comes home and sees Phil covered in hickeys and scratches all over, and before he can even ask questions, Dream & Punz are walking out of the bedroom, waving goodbye as they're off to their weird cult nonsense. "I see the appeal," is all Phil can offer

Drunzablade/drunznoza my beloved. They love him. He likes stealing clothes. Its a win win.

Like, it's crack, andmi it's silly, but also they're also the single most deadly polycule in existence. You've got an immortal, a god-blessed, and two necromancers, and all 4 are extremely deadly in combat. People tremble at the mention of them, and chances are they're just in the world's most complicated cuddle pile, high as shit.

Sometimes they wake from the nightmares that plague them, and spend the hours chatting away, filling the air with quiet murmurs. Phil learns that punz relaxes easier when he runs his hands through his hair. Punz learns that phil turns into a puddle if he plays with the feathers at the base of his wings.