﹙ trying her damnest to not break down in front of the sin. can feel the tears starting to spill from eyes ! sniff, sniff ... ﹚ oh bee ... it's good, it's good to see you, again. * ‼️
@heIIuvahound#𝓖igi i was actually off today , i just had a hair appointment and some errands to run ! i still have a piercing to do when i get home , too </3
for a firm handshake. her liquified tail delightfully swayed.
ˋ buzziness ? that’s cleverrr , i like it ! i hope to see you ‘round with us more often ! i swear , you won’t be disappointed. ˊ
ˋ ha ! for such a tense guy , you seem funny. ˊ beelzebub said , snapping for a shot to appear in one of her hands before downing it while she listened. once she was finished , one of her other hands reached out to his own ++
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“ you think so, huh ... well, i appreciate you welcomin' me with open arms. no oun, intended. ” striker graciously replies after bee refills his sugary alcoholic beverage. looking up,
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hearty laughter came from the sin , soon flying around the imp to stand before him. a digit tapping along his glass to refill it after noticing that it was a tad low.
ˋ nooo , it’s cool ! these parties are for anyone who’s down ++
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striker tenses up, as he feels a set of lower hands on shoulders. he had seen this particular sin a few times from afar. but not so up close. she smelt like honey, and everything sweet.
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happily greeting and offering various treats to her guests , beelzebub’s eyes would eventually land on striker.
a fluttering of her wings , flying over to the hitman and casually placing her lower set of hands upon his shoulders. ++
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staring at the sin from across the room. overly sweet alcoholic beverage in hand. a sip, and irises widen. satan on a stick ——. it was pure sugar. good, don't get him wrong.
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