⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘵, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳"

"what. you telling me YOU never purr? come on." the imp rolled his eyes playfully, still not seemingly like he was planning to get up, settling on the others lap

BECAUSE HE SUCKS AND HE DESERVES IT IDK

okay but thats like the most sane shit someone could say. have you not seen some of the crap that weird old man says outside of hellbucks?

"youre the dickhead- not me" more aggressive middle finger throwing, sticking it right in her face

Smoking kiss🚬 #Stolitz

/ who up burgering they pants rn?

/ me staring at this list cause all my muses are on it 👀

they should have a horse riding date- maybe-

/ been working and doing more cosplay stuff all day sorry 😪

/ depressions got me by the balls again. sorry guys.

tumbling across the floor. "well that was fuckin rude??"

he's just sat on the floor looking at him with a raised brow. "you want this fucking gift or not?, cause you're about to get it shoved up your fucking ass"

okay- ow. he was trying to return the gesture.. a small furrow to his brow as he reached into his jacket, he'd made him a small keychain of bombproof, and got him a gallon of bbq sauce. which yes he'd somehow stuffed in his jacket. "here asshole"

after that comment he reached forward to shove striker onto his ass as he knelt down, a playful shove but enough to push him over. "fuck you i can draw better than you!... but yeah.. i made it with clay.." he glanced away as he spoke, almost embarrassed by the attention

a small shrug from the assassin, slouching back on his elbows still somewhat avoidant with his gaze "i like horses?..." "and i don't know.. you got me something.. sooo guess i wanted to do the same?..."

"nothing im telling your ass ass that's for sure" "but other than probably go hang out with your horse again. no" well atleast he was honest.... looming back over at the other as he clutched the keychain and sauce for a brief second he smiled. seemed as if he liked his gift

where's his bird? 🤨