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Havia uma grande mancha azul entre as nuvens cinzentas, e Aniel contemplava esse céu ambíguo, incerto se choveria ou não nas próximas horas. O procurador não estava se sentindo enérgico naquele dia - logo que pôs o pé na rua, se deparou com um pássaro morto, e a cena do animal destroçado não lhe saí da mente. A morte era algo natural a qualquer ser vivo, então por que ele se sentia tão esquisito com aquela cena na cabeça?

@riiese requested a starter!

For every day they had incredible unbelievable out of this world adventures, there would be just as many that were slow and boring. A lazy day here and there wasn't inherently a bad thing-- Except when Mabel was feeling like it was supposed to be a more eventful type of day and no one was willing to indulge her.

But that's fine! Sometimes, a girl just has to make up her own adventures. Today, she was going to play around in the woods with her grappling hook and not tell anyone where she was going and when they could expect her back! There was no way that could go wrong, right?

It started innocently enough, grappling up a few branches and swinging over to new trees gave her quite the rush. She felt like a lady Tarzan! Or maybe that was Jane? Who actually cares, that cliff was just begging to be scaled! Without a moments hesitation, the girl shot herself up to the very top, hooting and hollering the whole way.

"Weeheee! Let's goooo!" She squealed with glee, immensely proud of her achievement until a gusty breeze tussled with her fluffy hair. Fear and panic gripped Mabel's heart and she looked out over what would have been such a magnificent view of the Oregon wilderness... Had it not been for the several hundred foot drop below.

Seconds drag out for eternity – she’s prepared to walk away, even going so far as stepping back off the small step from the clinic’s door – but the commotion from behind the closed door stops her in her tracks. A curse, a scream – the guttural noise was impossible to miss, but impossible to decipher as well.

Instinctively, her palm reaches for the door handle, there’s no resistance but she feels the faintest jiggle from the other side. Her palm retracts back to her side just as the door slides open, vision lifting to find an older, yet familiar face staring back at her.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. Twenty plus years was a drop in the bucket for shinigami – she doubted she looked like she had aged more than a day since he had last laid eyes upon her. Sure, her hair was different but that was probably the grandest of changes for her. But twenty years for a human…was a quarter of their lifetime.

@the-rat-house

Rind sat there on the floor, tail curled around her paws as the largest, most unusual rat she's ever seen tense up at her presence.

"Just a bit of urban exploration, hm?" The Eevee's sneaking grin is audible in her voice. "Sure, sure. Nothing wrong with that! None of us are supposed to be here. But you are right, I am looking for something!"

The creature inches a bit closer to them, bushy tail briefly wagging and eyes gleam in adoration. She looks so unassuming, but something might feel off.

Toms attention gets caught by the motions of the baphoments hips at the same time deep red shows across his face. He was pretty much frozen in place until he moved again to close and lock the door behind himself with a single click being heard in the room. That silky outfit Franz had hit all the checkmarks in Toms taste.

"I-I mean yeah, I guess I did. Though I dont think I meant... This..." He clears his throat. "It wouldnt be polite for me to say no, right?"

The porcupine of a demon gives a shy smile as he began to undress. He takes off the shirt and blue tie revaling the top half of his body. Various scars show a layer within of the same pitch black crystal his horns and spikes are made of. He also shatters off some spikes poking out that might cause issues later on.

"So... How do I look? I will admit you look pretty good." His eyes are stuck on those dark thigh highs pressing against those soft thighs Franz has.

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The small goat purses his lips staring up at him. He could see him quite strucken by awe. Which did make him smile a little. He plays a bit with the hem of the nightie. His long demonic tail could be seen swaying around idly.

“Well if it is too awkward,I can get out of this and we can do something else...”

He’d watch him,eyeing the sinner as he revealed himself. At least his upper torso. He does see the scars as well the spikes. His head tilts as he thinks for a moment.

“Not bad. I’ve seen worse certainly.”