#snuffox

in  the  tank  there  still  floated   REMAINS   of  the  last   unlucky   employee  who  had  walked  in  at  the  wrong  time.   

[   there  was  never  a  right  time  to  disturb  him  when  he  was  down  here  ,  in  his  chambers   ]

it  was  times  like  these  that  he   wished   that  his  little   PET   could  reform   faster.   watching  the   old   floating  patches  of   FUR   that  he  could  see  begin  to  bob  to  the  top  was  getting   terribly  boring.   even  the  fresh   KILL   from  moments  ago  couldn't   excite   him.

finally  ,  though  ,  his   MILLIONS  OF  EYES   all  around  the  city   lit  up   in  recognition  of  his  current  favourite   TOY   [   well  ,  his  favourite  whenever   VAL   was  pissy  and   ALASTOR   didn't  want  to  play   ]

in  an  instant  ,  he  was   there   right  by  the   LITTLE  SINNER'S   side  ,  slightly  outside   THE  TOWER   whether  he  wanted  him  to  be  or   not.

❛   REN   !   there's  my  favourite  little  guy  ,  my  my  ,  you  came  back   quite  far   from  home.   almost  like   YOU   were   trying   to  manifest  away  from  me.   c'mon  ,  that's  not  the  case  though  ,  right   ?   i  mean  ,  it's  not  like   YOU'RE   actually   scared   after  that  little  .  .  .  FEEDING  SESSION.   and  if  you   are   then  that's  just  not   fair.   YOU   were  the  one  who   wanted   to  see  what   SHOK.WAV   ate.   ❜

not  to  mention  ,   HE   was   late   coming  back  to  the   PENTHOUSE   the  night  before.   surely  there  was   no   correlation  though.   

@snuffox told me my reputation: based nagito takes with a lot of thought bought into them, interesting threads and cool af graphics

nice and to the point — i really appreciate the praise haha. i'm so glad this blog has been so well received. anyone who was here from the start knows damn well i was nervous to have komaeda takes that were against the commonly accepted fanon.

@snuffox sent; "Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!" @ power

@snuffox is so sweet: gently licks her feathers to help preen her :3

she'd already been giving a row of feathers her attention, meticulously combing through every individually feather, pinching the pin feather's as needed. it'd been only half an hour since she began and she making very little progress. the wings that hugged tightly against her back would simply have to be left unattended until her next trip to heaven.

the plumage fluffs out at the suddenly bizarre contact, a curious hum tickles her throat as her head cranes around to catch the gaze of the fox's. she's still, watching with bewilderment that turns to sweet admiration, releasing the plumage bundled in her hand to watch him 'PREEN' for her. it wasn't particularly a bothersome feeling, albeit it foreign, the seraphim wasn't about to fret over a soul simply helping to assist with her monthly upkeep.

her smile extends with another hum, parting lips let a laugh spill as a careful hand extends, slowly. reaching to pet behind his ear, affectionately, extending her appreciation the quickest way she could for now.

❝ ren, ❞ she practically sings the name. ❝ you're too kind. thank you. ❞

@snuffox said: "what lovely specimen have i caught today?" - ren but old and meaner

the infliction in his voice should've drove her to turn back the way she came, it only sends a shiver up the seraphim's spine, making pale feathers shivers out before collectively tightening closely to her back. front facing form remains still a smile that beams as brightly as her halo all while polite hands remain clasped at her abdomen.

showing up on behalf of a human soul hoping to redeem themselves, pleading and begging her to help them in dissolving their contract with ... HIM. her confidence, if it had a meter, had started out fairly high. perhaps the misfortunate soul that came to her for help had hoped she'd use her 'SERAPHIM ANGEL MAGIC' to break their contract. but as far as she knew, she could not mettle in hell affairs so directly. not without consequence. no, instead she'd be doing this the old fashioned way.

CONVERSATION.

her metered teetered as he spoke, as his eyes canvased her entire form. she swallowed whatever uneasiness was making her wings tremble. ❝ it's EMILY. you can just call me emily, please. ❞ there was an awkward edge to that sentiment, like she was attempting to come across as disciplinary but felt guilty after the first syllable. ❝ and i'm here on behalf of a soul i believe is under contract with you ? that is you right ? ❞

" oh ... ! " strade smiles and laughs as ren approaches strade, sat on the couch, leaned back and watching some shitty movie. he is glad to see whatever rat problem that was budding is already being dealt with before he even knew it existed. a hand reaches out and ruffles the other's hair, grinning warmly at him.

truth be told, junko isn't unfamiliar with gift-giving. designer clothes she gets to take home after a long photoshoot, snacks and sweets from interviewers in a display of good faith, or handmade trinkets and cute letters from adoring girls just waiting for the next issue she features in- it's crazy how much you're given by just being the best of the best! but that's just the nature of this world she lives in- where the talented are worshipped and the rabble seek to bask in their presence.

the gift at her doorstep is unlike the gifts she's used to receiving. sure, she's dealt with her fair share of creepy fanletters and presents, but there's something elegant and charming about the box... and the name on the gift tag makes her break out into a grin. she lounges on the couch as she undoes the ribbon and opens the box, holding the two-piece set to the ceiling light. it's totally her kind of lingerie. super delicate, super cute, super lacy!

she sends him a picture of her in it in return. at an angle, her face out of view, her free hand playing with her bra.