#serpenstios

"Oh... you're that one guy Vox hired to be a spy.. fuckin' shit job you made of that, btw. What was your name? Pensive?.. Pennyworth?"

"Excellent!" He steps up from the sofa. Eager to do something other than sit on his butt all day. And Charlie wants him to get to know the sinners here better. Ser Pentious seemed like a safe start. Even if he's a little cautious about all this and how Heaven may react if it works.

@serpenstios ❤️'d for post s2 starter

Husker squints at him over the rim of a half-polished glass, one brow ticking upward as if he’s just been asked something profoundly unwise.

“Strongest?” he echoes, a dry huff leaving his nose. His gaze drifts over Sir Pentious, head to toe, lingering in open doubt. “I’ve seen folks twice your size fold like cheap lawn chairs after one shot of that stuff. Not sayin’ you can’t drink it… just sayin’ you probably shouldn’t.”

He reaches under the bar anyway, fingers already moving out of habit. A heavy bottle hits the counter with a dull thunk, followed by a thick-bottomed glass.

“But hey,” he mutters as he pours, amber liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim, “Your funeral, not mine.” He slides it across the bar and fixes Pentious with a flat look. “I'll, ah... fetch the damp towels. In advance.”

Okay so doing this in the main lobby instead of his own bedroom had been a mistake but he’d been working on this drag act for days now and was more than a little stuck. He’d thought that a change of scenery would’ve been helpful–apparently he was wrong–so now he was laying upside down on one of the couches. Two arms dangling with his phone clutched in manicured claws, two more are crossed over his stomach as his knees bent over the back of the couch. Courteous considering his boots were on–no creepy spider feet on display for him.

Eyes that had slipped closed at some point in his frustration cracked open when the snake asked what he was working on. Didn’t sit up but brought his phone up for the other sinner to look at.

" don't be afraid — i'm a friend ! " ( for sarah , or any muse you're feeling most! )

Spirited Away Sentence Starters

When Sarah first arrived in Heaven, it was a bit of an adjustment. She definitely wasn't used to seeing furries (or furry-like) people anymore. It'd been a long, long time since she was in a world with people like this. Thankfully, if there's one thing Sarah is, it's flexible.

Still, running face-first into a snake-dude was absolutely not on her bingo card for this year. "Oh - shoot - sorry-" Looking up, she must have looked startled or frightened for a split-second because he was quickly telling her not to be afraid.

" His name is Brutus. And of course I shan't permit the renaming of my bioengineered war beast to such a degrading moniker as the likes of Peaches. "