[ Holding a broken whiskey bottle full of apple juice up to his mouth, Belphegor sat down on one of the broken and thrashed chairs in a rather bare looking room, being careful to keep it balanced between the three legs it still had- although once he got a sip of the juice, the prince was bringing himself up to his feet, kicking the chair over,
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[There is an empty bottle being thrown from somewhere, sailing towards the prince's head with quite a bit of force and speed.]
[A distant "FUCKING TRASH" can be heard off in one of the hallways.]
[Illusions are awesome.]
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[ So he'll be high-tailing his way backwards. ]
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[But for now-]
[Liger growls can be heard too close for comfort.]
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[ All the way down the hall into worlds unknown. ]
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[Who's the senpai now, bitch.]
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[ Now get the fuck out. ]
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[But while you're gone, he sends a text to you, sitting comfortably in that chair.]
Save the apple cores. We can feed them to Rasiel.
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I guess you really don't want Christmas dinner.
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We offer you free food, and you reject it. You attempt to destroy the house you live in and kill the person taking care of it. You plan to starve the animals we have for food. You routinely threaten people who could kill you in a matter of seconds.
Belphegor, you are the most idiotic person I know when it comes to survival instinct. I am sincerely surprised that you're still alive in this place.
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That's all you have to say for yourself?
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