.001 || say hello, sweetheart.

[demonmilk]

Characters: demonmilk and vatheon
Location: Center of the city
Time: Midafternoon.
Style: anything is welcome, starts in third
Status: open like a book

He was just about to take a bite of his pizza when he ended up in some bubble.

"Well, isn't this a problem. I was about to have my pizza and then .." he looks extremely dissatisfied; he hadn't had some time to

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[xakunoikizama]

[ Somehow, the little prince couldn't help but feel the teeniest bit on edge with this guy. He couldn't place his finger on it but he hated feeling that way. So he's got a huff and a pout as he suddenly thrusts his arm out with a towel. ]

Yeah. You're not allowed to leave. Get used to it.

[demonmilk]

[Who was this puny little kid here? With a towel? Well, that could help. He takes the towel and dries his hair a bit.]

Not allowed to leave ... well, this is a problem.

[xakunoikizama]

Like I said, get used to it. We're all stuck here.

[ Puny kid, large huff. ]

[demonmilk]

Shouldn't you be a bit more welcoming towards me? I am new here, after all.

[he gives the kid a small smirk.]

[xakunoikizama]

[ That smirk... ]

Heh. I used to be new around here too, yknow.

You're in Vatheon now. Lots more like us here.

[demonmilk]

Vatheon...

[He pats him on the head nonchalantly and less-than-softly before setting off in a random direction. It wouldn't hurt, right?]

Hey kid, want to show me around?

[xakunoikizama]

[ This insolent fool patting him on the head. No one dares touch the royal antennae! ]

Don't call me kid! The name's Laharl. Demon Overlord Laharl.

[demonmilk]

[Dante stops and looks at Laharl blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter.]

You? A Demon Overlord? No fuckin' way! [more laughter.]

[xakunoikizama]

[ This guy laughing at him now?! Oh it is ON! ]

I'm the son of King Kirchevskoy, the rightful ruler to the throne! The Netherworld knows who to bow down to!

[demonmilk]

The Netherworld? Look kid, I've had my fair share of demons, and you really don't look like any sort of threat.

At all. [he flicks Laharl's forehead softly.]

[xakunoikizama]

NOT A THREAT?!

[ Oh that does it! Out comes the sword and the flaming aura. ]

I'll show you about not being a threat!

[demonmilk]

Have a party, kiddo.

[Here is Dante, ignoring you and your shenanigans and starting to walk again to find some food.]

[xakunoikizama]

HEY! Get back here! Don't you walk away from me!

[demonmilk]

Already doing it, kid.

[Hahaha. Dante > puny kid.]