Not quite sure if he approves of such violence, but demons will be demons. What can you do?
“Well…you’re not at the risk of being thrown through a wall and exploding, are you? I would, uh, not be very enthusiastic if that was the case.”
“Not likely. I’m way too spry for those morons.”
This is the grin of a man who has nothing to do on the weekends. "But it’s pretty fun if you’ve got competition. Wanna play me, some time?”
“Wha- why are you playing sports with demons? Were you too short for the human teams?”
“What?! No! I’m plenty tall — come on, man.”
Bolverk! Nero shakes his head. Then... a chinscratch. A squint. Nero begins trying to explain the smoothly-named demon’skaball. ... yeah, here: “Mostly you just stab the little ones and fling them through a hole in the wall. If they explode before you get it in, you don’t get points. But if you get it in, you’re awesome.”
“Still dieting, huh? … are you perpetually dieting all the time, or do you take breaks?”
“Hmmm…Maybe a few here and there. What about you? How have you been doing?”
“Oh, y’know. Things and things.” SHRUG. “— oh. I’ve been trying this thing where you play basketball, but like... with demons. Been calling it demon’skaball.”
[/BODYSLAMS] BRO I MISSED YOU
[ let’s be honest I MISSED YOU TOO ]
Gungnirs-Director:
“Oh you know, just things. Dieting, business things. Thing things.”
“Still dieting, huh? ... are you perpetually dieting all the time, or do you take breaks?”
[— @ that GIFT FROM ACTUAL CHILD DANTE.]
“... trying to turn me into your smell-buddy, pizza breath? No thanks.”
[What is a smell buddy even?? He will eat that pizza, though. Wait for it.]
I got you a present.
“... ... pain in the ass weather team. That’s bullshit, it’s completely sunny right now. Whatever. I’m going out.”
There's a soul There's a pulse There's a warrior Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Bʟᴏɢ
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"Hey, remember that time I gave you three meatball subs and a bitchin' lemonade? Yeah, you still owe me your soul from that time." Cue Alastor crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently.
Oh. Right, that. [No way in hEEEELL, Alastor.]
… what are you even gonna do with my soul?
thefallenapprentice replied to your post:
It is never too early to start, as they say. (MODEYNO)
I'll just leave that to you.
"I dunno, still seem a little short."
Except for the part where I'm literally a couple of inches shorter than you.
[It was decided that Nero's going to start calling you out when you insist on saying ridiculous things.]