Felix walks into the tavern and sits down at a table, playing with William's gutting knife. His fur looks strange, but it's hard to place what's different. Fluffier, perhaps.
“You’re not scum! Don’t ever say that about yourself. The… the main reason I’m asking is…” He swallows, seemingly nervous about admitting what he’s going to say next. “…I was thinking of… proposing. To Nick.”
Riotan stares at Pochita with disgust. “We’ll dissect the Makima part later. This… THING… is clearly an imp trying to con you. As all devils tend to do.”
He claps Mauric on the shoulder "Ah I see now. Do it, even if you think you aren't enough or whatever you need to do this. I am going to get you dressed up for the greatest day of your life and you can't tell me otherwise my friend."
"I'm fine with that, he gives me superpowers and we kill stuff together. I don't need anything else." He says ordering more ramen for Pochita and Denji "You just sound racist."
“W-wait what? I already had everything planned out! I got that all sorted! Don’t do this to me!”
“I’m racist? That just shows that you’re ignorant. Devils and demons are literally MADE from their ideologies. The fact of our being is that demons must always engage in hedonistic evils, whereas devils must always engage in societal evils. The entire cosmos has been embroiled in eternal war because of this. I have no problem with devils individually or as a whole. But our souls are literally coded to always have opposing ideals in every regard. Except that blood, steel, and claws are cool as [gp] because that’s just undeniable.”
"You are going to enjoy yourself with your good friend Damian. No ands ifs or buts about it." He pulls him out of the chair "Let's get going, what do you have planned? When's the party? Am I invited?"
He obviously blanked out the moment he started talking, and focused back in a few moments after the whole speech. "Huh?"
“Party? I was just gonna take him to somewhere romantic and ask the question! What are you doing?!”
“Demons and devils are personified ideals. But we are composed of fundamentally different ideals, so we can never be compatible on a metaphysical level. We HAVE to be enemies. Our souls are entirely dependent on this conflict.”
“We need a bachelor party. Do you know who your best man will be? Theren maybe?” He takes him to the best tailor he can find “Find something for yourself.”
He blanked out again “Huh?” His mental readings are exactly the same, he isn’t there at all other than base instincts.
Felix walks into the tavern and sits down at a table, playing with William's gutting knife. His fur looks strange, but it's hard to place what's different. Fluffier, perhaps.
Saphuno walks up to him and sits down next to him. "Hey, little guy... you okay?"
He flinches a bit when she gets close, remembering their last encounter. He sets the hooked blade down. "A friend of mine is leaving town. Someone's been harassing him." He slides the knife into a recently purchased sheath.
Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
Damian walks into the bar, having braided his hair into dreadlocks. He walks into the kitchen and begins to gather things, occasionally glancing at Saphuno, slightly worried.
He flinches a bit when she gets close, remembering their last encounter. He sets the hooked blade down. "A friend of mine is leaving town. Someone's been harassing him." He slides the knife into a recently purchased sheath.
*remind me?*
"Oh, that's sad.. I'm sorry, Felix."
*She kicked him out of the kitchen and told him to go away after he made a meal for both of them.*
He sighs. "Some guy named 'Larry' thinks he's a serial killer or something. But that's wrong."
“You’re not scum! Don’t ever say that about yourself. The… the main reason I’m asking is…” He swallows, seemingly nervous about admitting what he’s going to say next. “…I was thinking of… proposing. To Nick.”
Riotan stares at Pochita with disgust. “We’ll dissect the Makima part later. This… THING… is clearly an imp trying to con you. As all devils tend to do.”
He claps Mauric on the shoulder "Ah I see now. Do it, even if you think you aren't enough or whatever you need to do this. I am going to get you dressed up for the greatest day of your life and you can't tell me otherwise my friend."
"I'm fine with that, he gives me superpowers and we kill stuff together. I don't need anything else." He says ordering more ramen for Pochita and Denji "You just sound racist."
“W-wait what? I already had everything planned out! I got that all sorted! Don’t do this to me!”
“I’m racist? That just shows that you’re ignorant. Devils and demons are literally MADE from their ideologies. The fact of our being is that demons must always engage in hedonistic evils, whereas devils must always engage in societal evils. The entire cosmos has been embroiled in eternal war because of this. I have no problem with devils individually or as a whole. But our souls are literally coded to always have opposing ideals in every regard. Except that blood, steel, and claws are cool as [gp] because that’s just undeniable.”
"You are going to enjoy yourself with your good friend Damian. No ands ifs or buts about it." He pulls him out of the chair "Let's get going, what do you have planned? When's the party? Am I invited?"
He obviously blanked out the moment he started talking, and focused back in a few moments after the whole speech. "Huh?"
“Party? I was just gonna take him to somewhere romantic and ask the question! What are you doing?!”
“Demons and devils are personified ideals. But we are composed of fundamentally different ideals, so we can never be compatible on a metaphysical level. We HAVE to be enemies. Our souls are entirely dependent on this conflict.”
“We need a bachelor party. Do you know who your best man will be? Theren maybe?” He takes him to the best tailor he can find “Find something for yourself.”
He blanked out again “Huh?” His mental readings are exactly the same, he isn’t there at all other than base instincts.
Mauric fruitlessly attempts to escape Damian. “I can’t have a bachelor party because I don’t even know if he’ll say yes! This is insane!”
Riotan growls frustratedly. “Devils BAD, demons BAD, but they’re different KINDS of bad and it’s impossible for them to act differently no matter how hard they try so they’re always supposed to fight. Since the start of time. GET IT?!?!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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Okay. The Larry pushes their hat up. What do you mean by pregnant?
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Oh, that makes sense.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix walks into the tavern and sits down at a table, playing with William's gutting knife. His fur looks strange, but it's hard to place what's different. Fluffier, perhaps.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krill breed and die every second. It is a far simpler process in their observation.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“We need a bachelor party. Do you know who your best man will be? Theren maybe?” He takes him to the best tailor he can find “Find something for yourself.”
He blanked out again “Huh?” His mental readings are exactly the same, he isn’t there at all other than base instincts.
He flinches a bit when she gets close, remembering their last encounter. He sets the hooked blade down. "A friend of mine is leaving town. Someone's been harassing him." He slides the knife into a recently purchased sheath.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Damian walks into the bar, having braided his hair into dreadlocks. He walks into the kitchen and begins to gather things, occasionally glancing at Saphuno, slightly worried.
*She kicked him out of the kitchen and told him to go away after he made a meal for both of them.*
He sighs. "Some guy named 'Larry' thinks he's a serial killer or something. But that's wrong."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good morning ya goobers*
*Hello good friend, happy to see you.*
Mauric fruitlessly attempts to escape Damian. “I can’t have a bachelor party because I don’t even know if he’ll say yes! This is insane!”
Riotan growls frustratedly. “Devils BAD, demons BAD, but they’re different KINDS of bad and it’s impossible for them to act differently no matter how hard they try so they’re always supposed to fight. Since the start of time. GET IT?!?!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Justified.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*FREND SHEP*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(bro it is almost 4pm)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover