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Letting out a sigh as she was finally placed on to the ground, why did she think this was a good idea to ask him out of everyone? Maybe she finally lost it. Why did he even imitate a lion? She looked up at him as if she was really done with him. “Very much. If your highness asks you to put her down, do it sooner.” It was odd that she was going along with this but maybe it’ll get through him? She really was expecting too much, wasn’t she?
⌠❖⌡ "Where's the fun in that~" A wink as he didn't hesitate even a moment after those words were spoken, a sure sign that he'd do it again in the same exact manner just because he knew it annoyed Djeeta. "Besides, you knew what you were getting into the moment you asked me, rather than someone else."
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Being held up was more like ‘she wanted to check out see that one thing from far away and needed a quick lift’. What she wasn’t expecting that Belial would be a douche and keep her up for longer. After she asked him to put her down, the reply wasn’t what she wanted. Calm down, Djeeta, it’s only the most annoying person here. Nothing new.
“I don’t need to feel tall. Heck, you aren’t that taller than me.” She didn’t need to be carried as if he was showing off the new queen of a pride. “So please, put me down.”
⌠❖⌡ "Rwor~" Yes, that was a sassy cat noise solely because Djeeta was being held up like a brand-new lion cub, it takes a moment for him to lose interest before he does set her back down onto the ground. Not like a hot rock or anything, just normally set down as a grin still played upon the fallen's features the whole time.
"Is your highness singularity pleased~?"
#storyteller-prince#» ❖;; fallen deputy head; ic#( Just punch him Djeeta#( No wait he'd like that never mind
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“Are you planning to keep holding me up for a long time?” from Djeeta
⌠❖⌡ While he assumed that out of everyone upon the Grandcypher he would be the last to be asked to hold another person up, let alone Djeeta of all people how could he possibly miss this chance to be the mischievous jerk he was made to be? So, after what felt like quite the some of time had passed and he had not set the other down, it wasn't until she made the comment that a chuckle escaped the fallen.
"For however long you decide you want to know what it feels like to be tall~"
#storyteller-prince#» ❖;; asking little ol me?; inquiry#» ❖;; fallen deputy head; ic#( Djeeta you're not supposed to give him power#( lmao
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lamentdom:
ALMOST FINDING THE OTHER’S ARRIVAL COMICAL, HE COULDN’T HELP BUT SMIRK FROM SHEER AMUSEMENT or it was something rather conflicting to imagine. Arriving at DEVILDOM through a rainbow sounds like something from a fairy tale but not something the PRIDEFUL demon could dismiss. In fact … he could become the very fool of actually believing his transgression originated from an unforeseen force. That might separate the truth & LIES the other wishes to spill in front of LUCIFER. He’s quite the patient demon though not enough when it comes to intervening with a certain DEMON LORD’S desires. A sly grin compliments those vermilion hues that linger around his existence —— ah, it was an unusually unsettling aura to possess. Naturally his PRIDE refused acknowledging what might be lurking a true devilish personality from that sweetened tongue of the other. Choosing to dismay such intentions, light-hearted chuckle echoed from their surroundings upon hearing his declaration. ❛ Hahaha … I’ll accept that lie for once but I would imagine your name is genuine, BELIAL. As for myself … ❜ A pause is made while adjusting a black-gloved hand against his toned chest. What follows is nothing short than demonstrating that demonic appearance, curious to see how infamous his NAME truly was.
BLACK-FEATHERED WINGS OF FOUR SPROUT WITH HORNS AS LUCIFER’S ATTIRE ERODES AWAY into a newly fitting outfit that suits him before this man. Angelic-like wings only describe the ‘ tragic ’ story of the FALLEN ANGEL who rebelled against the light’s creator. Even so, the PRIDEFUL demon fell into a grand location as eyes focus on the other’s reactions. It’d be his own choice whether or not to believe PRIDE had manifested into a former angel. Now red-gloved hand extends out to properly greet him, granting a softened smile before his features. ❛ My name is LUCIFER and I’m known for being the AVATAR OF PRIDE. Pleasure to meet you, BELIAL —— care to accompany me for a while? I’d be interested to hear more about your business as a fashion designer. ❜ Like the DEVIL, he hums a sweet voice while awaiting for the hand to be grasped. Truthfully speaking … it might do well in reporting this to the LORD he devotes himself to.
@ruinvus
⌠❖⌡ Of course, hearing about something as far fetched as a rainbow would raise more than just suspicions, it was downright white padded room worthy which made it all the more fun to say and watch another person's reaction... It was the first time he had the opportunity to do so after all and it was already proving to be quite the spectacle even if it wasn't as overly played as he would have hoped... The sly grin and prior smirk in what he could only assume was amusement from the other man was good enough, but, perhaps he could stir more reactions at a later time~ No one ever fell for the fashion designer line just as Lyria and Vyrn had caught him in the act prior, but, slower than this man had without a doubt as to that white feather he was intent on stealing was almost his if not for that shop owner... "There are many things that I lie about, but, my name is not one of them~"
A wink is cast in the other's direction as he watched the display before him, hand against ounces chest, a demonstration of horns and wings as well as an outfit change on top of that! Stunning, at least, for a normal being to behold for all it accomplished with the fallen is quite the bemused grin and stare upon the other as he introduced himself. Another Lucifer... How intriguing, he wondered if this were perhaps akin to another universe with a different variation of the one he knew as the Supreme Primarch before his 'untimely' demise... No, this man was by far too different for that, and the way he held and carried himself held confidence in waves, Lucifer always had an unsure air about him and for those that called him perfect knowing full well, he was no such thing... Now, this avatar of pride was certainly interesting in of itself, if he was going to be here for a while there was no Lucilius to keep him from doing so... Why not? After a moment, the Primarch of Cunning answered the other with his own casual chuckle, before slipping his hand into the one offered.
"Ho, you're that interested? I suppose I could spare a few details for a man of taste such as yourself~"
#lamentdom#» ❖;; fallen deputy head; ic#» ❖;; hell incarnate;; obey me!#» ❖;; carried by the rift; general au#( I admittedly only know of what my friends told me about the game#( But I can for sure say he's going to be very intrested in him#( And sorry for the wait! My screen is near breaking and I'm trying to be careful with it;;;
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Little old me, as if Belial wasn’t capable of crimes on his own. How could he be free but not Lucilius — was it a lie? Or just something with how it all worked, ah, they’d have to ask Cagliostro about it instead. And even so, there’s another option Gran could think of.
“ Did Sariel find you ? “
It’s cautious, covered with a hint of doubt (because Sariel wasn’t next to him, but thinking further about that would do nothing but worry Gran further). Maybe there was other people looking to free them, regardless of their motives, and maybe Belial wouldn’t humor their questions further either, but they weren’t sure if they could just leave Belial to his own devices. Fighting wouldn’t get them anywhere (Sandalphon had tried to reach him that time), and eventually their hands leave the sword’s handle.
⌠❖⌡ Now that was not a question he was expecting to hear from the captain before him, seeing how a brief flash of confusion appeared upon the fallen's features before it was gone just as swiftly. "Ho, Sarry?" Now a grin appears across his features it was almost as if he never made the precious expression, enough to make one question if they had actually seen such a thing or if it was a matter of imagination. "Now why would he be looking for me, of all people?" After all, he had ripped the other man's remaining wings off and took their power as his own without even an ounce of hesitation...
But, to hear that the other was alive and well enough to search for him, well, it was enlightening even if the fallen did not show even a glimmer of this within that grinning expression of his. Dragonic red hues remaining upon the blade within the other's hands as if waiting to see what they planned to do with it, only to see those same hands leave the swords handle and rose to Gran's feature's now.
"What's this now... Not going to raise your sword to me, singularity?"
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short tall sentence starters
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“stupid…!…jar..! come here already!”
“who the heck put that way up there? grr!”
“where is the stool…? oof! if only i was two centimeters taller!”
“i swear to god, if you are laughing at me because i can’t reach i will punch your face”
“are you…laughing at me? well, let you know that I’m closer to your bottom. be careful, jackass.”
“eek! p-p-please! don’t laugh at me!”
“is it bad that i want to chop people’s legs if they were taller than me?”
“Tsk…stupid tall guy/girl.”
“hey, hey, turn for a bit….yeah….and done. What? your back looks like a good table.”
“Hey! come down a bit. My neck hurts.”
“Don’t you dare bend to talk to me.”
“Oh my god! Are you okay? You hit your head hard…heh guess i wouldn’t know the feeling since i am…short.”
“HAHAHA! YOU HIT YOUR HEAD! ARE YOU BLIND?!”
“Aah…it feels great to see a tall person hit their head like that. Satisfying.”
“Damn..that must have hurt. Are you okay?”
“Hey! watch it! what are you? a raging bull? look where you are walking before you bump into people!”
“Ouch! I-I’m sorry..I was in the way. You probably didn’t see me…”
“Can you….get that for me? Please…?”
“Oh, oh! Can you help me? I was trying to get that over there.”
“….Listen, just pick that up and shut up.”
“Ughh just get it already!”
“Thank you for picking it for me!”
“Thanks, I guess…for reaching to pick that up.”
“Gah! shut up! thanks, okay? Happy? tall jerk.”
“Oh! I can get that! It is easy for me!”
“….are you asking me to crawl in there just because i’m short?”
“you did not call me just so i can be your santa little helper, did you?”
“Just because i am short does not mean i am not scared of closed places and dark ones! i cannot go in there!”
“Y-you gonna lift me up?! N-no, it is ok! i can see just fine!”
“Don’t you dare lift me up.”
“Can you lift me up? I am trying to pick up [item] from there.”
“Hey, lift me up! Quickly!”
“I was trying to reach for that–huh? lift me up?….sure. I think…”
“Whoa! The view is amazing here! I’m staying. Nope. I’m not going down.”
“P-please, put me down ….n-now.”
“Are you planning to keep holding me up for a long time?”
“Hey, tall handsome/beautiful~”
“Wow….so tall….”
“Tch…that height is not bad.”
“Care to switch heights?”
“It is my dream to be swept by a tall guy/girl like you~”
“i like it when I fit in your hug…”
“I-it’s creepy how you can …hold me like that.”
“This is my place. mine. I sit here. On your lap. I fit. No complains.”
Tall
“need help with that? i can pick it up for you.”
“let me reach and..here you go.”
“Hahaha, i’m sorry. you just looked so funny trying to reach for that.”
“Pft–sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh at you. your height problem is not a laughing matter.”
“I was not laughing at you, I was …uh, admiring your determination.”
“Yeah, right I was laughing! Are you an idiot? How can you reach with these baby legs?”
“Whoa! where did you come from?! i didn’t see you.”
“I’m sorry! I was not paying attention. I’m sorry again for bumping into you.”
“A-are you okay?! you fell from there! You could have asked for help.”
“–pft ahaha! you can’t even stand on a stool! Shorty!”
“hey, shorty, what are you doing?”
“Pipsqueak came, what’s up?”
“Here comes tiny. What are you up to?”
“Can i lift you? this way you can reach up.”
“Lift you…up? sure. i can do that.”
“E-eh? lift you up? i don’t think i have the strength but…i can try…”
“No way!! I will not lift you up!”
“What will you do for me if i lift you up, eh?”
“I may be tall but that does not mean im strong.”
“are you trying to…climb over my head?”
“Can you see? How about I hoist you up?”
“…..if you wish…i can…carry you on my shoulders…”
“Uh, can you get down already? my back hurts.”
“Someone likes it up there too much…”
“You are so going to give me a massage after this…”
“Hey, cuddleable.”
“You know what i like about you? I can use you as my armrest.”
“You are so adorable, small and huggable.”
“I’m glad I can wrap my arms around you.”
“Heh, you are adorable. Do you like it sitting on my lap like that?”
“You know, it is great that you are shorter. i can rest my chin on your head.”
“I could use you as a weight lift.”
“I could pick you with one arm for sure.”
“Hey, crawl in there. You fit in there, shorty.”
“Did you just…came out of that window? How..?”
“How old are you? W-what?! you are as old as me?! Impossible!”
“Huh..I figured you would be older than you look.”
“Do all short people look mad 24/7?”
“Why are you kicking my legs? I am not going to get shorter by that.”
“Ouch! oww…my head…stupid door frame!”
“Oof–! A-almost…bashed my head into a wall…”
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My screen is still steadily getting messed up, but like this post, if you would like a starter! I’ll be reblogging a meme and doing what drafts I have as well.
#» ❖;; pupper master astral; ooc#( I've been playing a ton of Granblue and just recently got Seofon finally#( So it's time to write here while I can.
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So the side of my laptop screen is starting to get the multicolored lines of death and I don’t know how long it’ll be before the whole thing gets it, so just in case I’m going to put a warning here if my laptop does have that happen I won’t be able to write on Tumblr because the mobile app sucks. So if I don’t have you on discord yet let me know and I’ll hand over mine, I’m going to try to be as sparing with my laptop as possible just in case sorry guys.
#» ❖;; pupper master astral; ooc#( I bumped it wrong and now this happens argh#( The screen was already going but this sucks too#( I still have my tablets but they don't work well at all for tumblr writing
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Sorry for going a bit MIA there, some things happened that stressed me out but I can do things here again so I’ll be getting to threads I owe!
#» ❖;; pupper master astral; ooc#( I'm much more active on discord so if you guys want that just ask me for it
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Hey, guys just wanted to let you know I have a Lucifer from Granblue fantasy as well, I actually had him before Belial just haven't really used him whoops--But if you’re interested this is his blog! I’m going to try to be active on both him and Belial as well. (Lucifer)
#» ❖;; pupper master astral; ooc#( I've been making graphics icons and blog matniance for so loonnggg
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ruinvus:
“All I did was ask curious questions! Trying to be nice to you even after what you did to me! You did not need to lash out at me like this!” The scratches and blood on his face were long forgotten by the Erune due to the adrenaline he felt. His ear folded back aggressively to match the glow of those red eyes. He was not afraid of Belial and it showed. Even the weight of the air no longer bothered him. “You’re a damn liar. If you didn’t want help or attention or whatever it is you’re after you wouldn’t seek out people to ‘tease’ just like you did me. You just deny it to save your pride.” Clearly this Erune wasn’t so easily chased away.
The Eternal held his ground under all Belial’s pressure and was clearly able to push back while others couldn’t. “We both know well that if you wanted me to move you could move me yourself.” It wasn’t a challenge by any means but Seox was smaller than Belial and, well, mortal so Belial could easily move him. “Stop fighting me, Belial. I don’t deserve this. Any of it. And you know that somewhere inside you.”
⌠❖⌡ While his tail was still flicking quite obviously behind himself as he stared at Seox a few moments longer before the tension that coated the air from at least him, died down to an almost nonexistent state as he grew tired of this confrontation. Seeing how he was trying to leave moments prior it wasn't a shock or anything, clearly, he wasn't relenting on what was going on but wanted nothing to do with it anymore. "It doesn't matter what I feel or want." Plainly spoken as the extra red in his eyes died down as well to their normal neon color, expression changing moments after to match one of a man who's lived by far too long and just didn't want to even properly try existing anymore.
The silence stretches for what felt to be an eternity as the fallen seemed to all but deflates as more time passed, he could more than easily teleport behind the other as well or off to some far place but he has not even attempted to do such a thing for no discernible reason. "Why do you even care." That's not a question from the more than tired tone he used, by no means opening this up for a proper conversation but the other had no reason to be doing any of this but here they were.
#grimscollection#» ❖;; fallen deputy head; ic#( I don't know but my god these two went OFF#( Belial is at the point of: Just go away
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His reflexes were good enough that he caught the mask without even realizing what it was. When did he– Right, I dropped it… The words of him being hopeless brought back the anger that had stilled when the air became lighter. A light growl left him and he tucked the mask into his belt as he went after Belial. “I’m the hopeless one? Me? When you’re the one that lashes out when someone is only curious?” He snapped at the taller man. Belial wasn’t far enough away that Seox couldn’t catch up and managed to get in front of him again, stopping in his tracks.
“All I wanted to do was to see if there was a way that I could help you. But you do things like this the moment someone tries. You want to know why you’re lonely? Because you make yourself that way! How can you expect people to want to be around you when you don’t give them a chance just because they can see through your little facade? I have done nothing to you and yet I stand here bleeding just because I, apparently, cracked your shell! Not even on purpose!”
⌠❖⌡ Here we go again when he was trying to leave and not look back at this, the other had to get in his way and ruin all of that in half a second... The air became heavy once more as his own tail he had not hidden back began to flicker in agitation, the yelling didn't help either but he wasn't used to anyone but Michael outright yelling at him and trying to burn him alive with her fire which clearly didn't work. Expression hardened once more as he stares upon the man stood before him and blocked his path out of those place, if his wings were out and not utterly useless they'd likely be in an agitated position as well.
"I was not the one who went sticking their nose in places it did not belong." Not entirely wrong as he was not looking to share anything with anyone, those that did manage to get through the facade either ended up dead or given up by how violent he became at anyone who tried to poke and prod at that barrier he put up. This was more than poking and prodding as those neon hues of his turned much brighter than normal, while they were normally quite visible in the dar this was a case of such a sudden change in brightness it was startling.
"You can't help those who do not want your help, nor do I seek to be around anyone else." Coldly spoken he was more than certain this would get this little Erune to stop bothering him, it has been a while since he had to push back against someone this hard but work he was more than willing to pursue. No one wanted to be around him as it was anyways, all they did was throw pity or slander which he himself knew he very much deserved. If it was to achieve Lucilius's dream then he will throw his entire being into it, nothing else in this world mattered but the happiness of his creator and just maybe one day he could see who he used to be once more...
A far fetched dream, his back, and wings ached in excess to the memories of being within the rift as the only two living beings. Now, now that he was free he had been endlessly searching for a way to free the Astral, nothing else mattered in this world if it was all going to burn anyways including this one before him. "You're in my way." That acid-laced tone was back, the air pressure so intense it felt as if it could implode at any second.
#grimscollection#» ❖;; fallen deputy head; ic#( These two are like: I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT#( Also them: THESE ARE FIGHTING WORDS
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A light hiss of pain left him as he effectively cut himself on Belial’s nails, small trickles of blood leaking down his cheek. The Primarch really was lashing out at him… And he’d only been curious. To him this clearly meant that he was right on his thoughts. But there was no need for all this. “Belial–” The Eternal was cut off by the screeching of the other man’s nails against the wall. The sound jolted him and he dropped his mask to cover his ears. This was enough that his normally hidden tail was loose and now puffed behind him. “Ngh!” The sound hurt his ears immensely and peaked his own temper. This was it. He was tired of being pushed around. Dropping his hands Seox shot a glare up at the other man, tail swaying angrily under his cloak.
“Enough! Okay?! Enough! I’m sorry! That’s what I came to say! I’m sorry!” This was not how he wanted to go about it but Belial really gave him no choice.
⌠❖⌡ Seeing the other's pain as the sound resonated through those big ears and how it caused him to drop that mask, his own tail making an appearance to snatch the item before it hit the ground and bring it back behind him out of view so the other could not see it or the tail. Pure entertainment danced across the Primarch's features at what he was witnessing, seeing the other had a tail as well was not something he had been expecting... Not that he was going to do anything about it while seeing if this was going to be the final nail in the coffin and chase Seox off when the other shot a glare up at him, with that angry swaying puffed up tail he did have an internal thought to back off before he could press his luck and get into an actual fight.
Something he could not take right now with his lack of full power and second rate healing ability, the pain still resonating through his back was enough of a tell for that... Taking his hand away from the wall now that he was yelled that apology at, not something he was entirely expecting but did not show upon the fallen's features. What a stubborn little cat... Most would have run for the hills by this point, yet, here Seox was still being ever the pessimist... "You're hopeless..." The man finally speaks as the air simmered down in the room just enough to no longer be bone-chilling, the mask he had taken and hidden with his tail was flung back at the shorter Erune as he was taking this chance to take his own leave if not stopped.
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While Seox wasn’t uncomfortable from the stare the heavy air was a different story. This wasn’t why he was here. This wasn’t what he wanted. Why couldn’t he be better with people like Seofon? Because of having his gaze turned away he didn’t notice Belial coming closer until he was touched. It was the chill from the touch that startled him and made him look up. Wh-When did he get that close?! This caused his ears to perk straight up and push forward. But he wasn’t here to fight so he didn’t move to defend himself. However he did step back some as an automatic reaction. “I-I’m not, I just–” Why couldn’t he get his words out? Maybe he should have worn his mask for this. “I didn’t come here to fight, Belial…!”
⌠❖⌡ That air didn't change no matter how much time passed between them now, his expression changing to quite the twisted grin, amusement more than easily seen as he does not remove his hand away from the other either. Only, Seox stepping back was quite the mistake as he had been pressing his sharp nails into the other's cheek, so, his automatic step back would leave quite the scratch marks that he 'knew' how to make a sting worse than anything, akin to getting cut by a hundred pieces of paper at once and that's what you had...
The words about how he didn't come here to fight caused a blood-chilling chuckle to escape the Primarch, not relenting in his so-called 'assault' on the other aiming to permanently scare him. The fallen's hand placed itself on the nearby wall and drug his nails down it in such a manner it was very close to listening to nails on a chalkboard, right next to the Erune's ears to make matter's worse. "Is that right, you didn't come here to fight?" That tone is cold, no hint of his usual teasing to be found as he digs his fingers into the wall now and cracks it under the sheer force of his palm.
"Then why don't you 'leave'."
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The Erune could feel that Belial did not exactly like having him near. Now his gaze shifted away from the other man. Probably a bad idea but he wasn’t here to fight. Seox really wanted to put the mask on but kept it at his side. “L-Look… I didn’t mean to upset you.” Now the topic of why he was here came up. It was about the last time they spoke.
⌠❖⌡ Upon seeing the other man's gaze shift away from him to no doubt avoid eye contact, knowing full well just how utterly piercing his own eyes could be it must have been dreadfully uncomfortable to behold... This only made matters worse as he not only continued to stare at the Eternal but, moved forward one small step at a time to close the distance that was between them. Hearing those words about 'upsetting him' did not help the other's case, the air seeming heavier than it had been prior he only stopped when Seox was either backed into some kind of object or the other took up some sort of threatening position.
Whichever came first, as his hand reached out and all but placed itself on one of the Erune's cheeks, touch much colder than it had been previously when he had been teasing the other when they first met. "You came here with a topic you knew was a bad idea... Yare yare, you are quite the special case, aren't you?" Those words are laced with a special kind of venom, dripping with such an acidic value you could feel it seep into your very being and send a chill down one's spine were it to affect them.
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“Well… No, I just…” Why was he so awkward? He felt those red eyes practically drilling into him but he didn’t look away. Seox did notice that it was more intense than the last time. He knew why, though. He shook his head a bit. “I didn’t know how to strike up a conversation and thought you might find that amusing. Clearly you do.”
⌠❖⌡ "You're right, I do find it amusing." Ignoring most of the other's sentences? Indeed, you'd have to do something pretty dire to get on this man's bad side after leaving the rift, seeing how he tried not to get into any needed confrontation and this was just about the equivalent of that. Not to mention the sheer fact his entire presence, which was calm before has more than just chilled the very air around them with a thick layer of tension that could be cut with a knife.
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⌠❖⌡ "Am I supposed to do something about this?" The grin playing across the Primarch's features speaks volumes of how aware he was of this scratch, seeing that it was his own nails that had made it in the first place how could he not be? Through, he was watching the other much more than usual, those red draconic hues nearly boring holes into the Erune standing before him.
@ruinvus
Seox approached the Primarch slowly. He didn’t want to overstep accidentally…again. The Erune had his mask in hand so the other couldn’t just take it. What did he even say? His thumb shifted over the scratch in his mask and the words slipped out. “…You scratched my mask, you know.”
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