Scoffs.

The deviant offered a sneaky wink, having exiled himself in order to handle important business. “How have you been, my sweetheart?~” x.com/valiantruler/s…

“There was trouble—I couldn't just tell anyone. I told no one. . It was best for people not to know.” x.com/valiantruler/s…

“I had to see my mother on his deathbed—and kill who put her there. Happy?” x.com/valiantruler/s…

“I'm not very good at talking about those types of things.” Flotsam spoke, still broken down about his loss. x.com/valiantruler/s…

“How's life been, ♚ ɴ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ.♚?” The creature offered a side glance, pulling at the lint that sat on his flannel sleeve.

Even if he couldn't do it in front of David; he wanted to cry, as disposed by the way his bottom brim quivered. So, he nodded. x.com/valiantruler/s…

Lounges out, playing Slipknot from his iPod as a distraction from his anger.

“David is daddy~”

Daddy. .?

“Why thank you, handsome~” x.com/canthedream/st…

“Flattery must be your talent—” The eel leaned against a wall, one door propped behind him—before intervening. “—. . Gorgeous~” x.com/canthedream/st…

—

“Not necessarily toward someone like me.~” Flotsam was dangerous, as exposed through the mechanisms of reeling Phillip into his grasp. x.com/canthedream/st…

He tisked, sucking in a breath as the comment nearly made the deviant keel over and laugh. “No, no, no, no—not me, honey. Far from it~” x.com/canthedream/st…

—

Preens, walking out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“Nowhere is where I reside.” Flotsam encouraged, quite stuck in his ways of being not the most sane person—as he shrugged nonchalantly. x.com/canthedream/st…

Rolls over and pouts.

Lounges out on his side.