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así cómo la ven, la muchacha puede cargar al legendario cazador de demonios, Dante, a estilo nupcial .
sí, midiendo 1,50 . que nadie subestime a la felina .
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❝ how— ... oh my dear . ❞ She was surprised, but she didn't seem offended. In fact, she seemed... delighted.
❝ ... fluffy... oh- oh my god she's— she's so cute. ❞ her little eyes were shining.
❝ What?— My love, it's not a raccoon. ❞ She crossed her arms, her tail swishing from side to side.
❝ Have you noticed that your knuckles are "missing"? ❞
Dante falls from the ceiling, giving them a jumpscare, standing in front of them and gesturing dramatically.
❝ AHA! You caught her, hon! The racoon that’s been walking around the house at night and stealing from my beloved pizza leftovers! ❞
❝ All for science. And for good food, of course. ❞ She finally got out of bed, even though she didn't want to. She yawned as she walked to the kitchen behind the agency, ready to cook her something different.
❝ Nice meeting ya. By the way… Does Dante eat anything that is not pizza? I’ve been eating this when hungry, but girl, it’s messing with my stomach, I gotta tell you… That guy… I’m betting he’ll die of malnutrition instead of killed by demons some day. ❞
Upon hearing the last part, she laughed. She found it adorable how he lowered his head as if he were a scolded child. she shook her head and kissed his forehead.
❝ oh, my love– pftt- okay, just... next time, you can tell me, and we'll sort it out. together. And legally. ❞
❝ Nope, not really. She didn’t charge me much, just a bunch of red orbs, and that was it. She’s not a loan shark, she sells the counterfeit notes. ❞ he takes a deep breath.
❝ I broke Vergil’s window. And his garden. ❞ he looks down.
❝ Dante what– ahh... How much is it? Do you have to pay anything? ❞ She wasn't angry at all, she was just worried that he was going to keep going into debt, especially without consulting her beforehand, when maybe she could help.
He swallows nervously.
❝ Well… Ugh… I had to borrow some money. Because of my brother. Some… Counterfeit money. It’s a crime. But ugh… The forger is really good, I guess I’m off the hook… ❞
❝ the wha— oh ... oh! yeah, i remember those. they're not my style, to be honest. ❞
She laughed softly, stretching out even more in that armchair which was now more hers than Dante's.
❝ So, you don't have a name? ❞
❝ Oh, well. I… Uh, how do I explain this… ❞ she fidgets nervously, mouth dirty with cheese from the stolen pizza.
❝ I woke up here a few days ago. It seems I only assume this form at night. During daylight, I’m an object. The knuckles Dante sometimes uses in his jobs. ❞
❝ don't say that... yes, you deserve me.❞ She purred and rubbed against his hand, the smile never fading from her face.
❝ You can tell me anything, Dante... ❞
❝ Oh… You’re so kind. I really… I really don’t deserve you. ❞ he sighs, brushing her cheek gently and looking away.
❝ Hey, uh, there’s a thing I gotta tell you. ❞
❝ More than friends, probably. I mainly work in the workshop next door.. ❞ The feline settled herself on the armchair; there were already white hairs from her beastly form there.
❝ who are you? or what are you? Are you here to work too? ❞ she took up the ENTIRE armchair .
@G0LDENLEMONADE [ starter ]
The pink-haired girl looks up from the ground. She had been eating one of Dante’s pizzas, like a raccoon sneaking.
❝ OH. I thought… I thought no one would be here now. Geez. Uh, who are you, by the way? Friend of Dante? ❞
—BEOWULF—
Indie portrayal. Character created for DMC roleplays. Human version of Beowulf (demon / weapon from DMC3).
Ley (Grand Chase) as main face claim, shifts randomly based on mood.
Non-lewd. Lit. Writer is 21+. OC & crossover friendly.
#DMCRP#MVRP#OCRP#DEVILMAYCRYRP
me desperté con ganas de consentirte hoy, yo te aconsejaría que lo aproveches . ❞
y le guiñó un ojo . la mano libre suya fue a tomarlo del mentón , dando una caricia muy suave para acompañar el pequeño " vuelo " de la cuchara .
❝ a ver, abre la boca . . . ❞
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la dama rodeó los ojos mientras sonreía, la pregunta que le hizo le había parecido algo tonta . agarró la cuchara y sirvió una porción en la misma, acercando de a poco la misma a los belfos impropios.
— ❝ claro que es para ti , bonito .
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❝ Are you sure?... It's so you can eat something better than that... ❞
she intertwined her tail around his arm, to continue pampering him even more, so he wouldn't have to worry. She knew he was hiding something from her, but she didn't want to say anything.
❝ Oh, no, honey, it’s best if I just cook some eggs at home or eat some cup noodles. ❞ he pats her shoulder gently, shivering.
He hasn’t told her about the $2000 he had to pay to Vergil yet. Or the fact that he got it from a fortune teller who is also an expert in forgery.
❝ But hey, at least this client paid me in advance. ❞
She tried to find his eyes; eye contact was essential to appreciate him and take him out of his thoughts for a while.
❝ We could go out to eat after that job, my treat! ❞
Rent. When he hears that word, his face goes blank. (Dante has taken critical damage).
He strokes her tail gently, just staring at the wall, contemplating how being broke sucks.
❝ Well, like any cat, I shed quite a bit of hair... but it's "dead" hair, I don't know if it's very profitable, hehe. ❞
she laughed, letting him play with her tail, stroking and hugging it. Just because of that, she started to purr.
❝ maybe it'll help us pay the rent. ❞
He hugs and caresses the fluffy tail. ❝ Hey, does the hair from this fall and grow fast? If it does, I bet you could sell some pillows along with the swords. They’d be so soft and comfy. ❞
❝ Yes, about the job, it will be paid. ❞
❝ well yes... but I like to return gifts, mister . ❞
she affectionately brushed her feline tail against his face. It was like a cuddle.
❝ Oh, sure! Are they going to pay us? ❞
❝ Yep, it was. But hey, you don’t owe me. That was a gift, miss. ❞ he pokes her nose.
❝ By the way, once you’re done with your work, wanna go with me kick some demon ass? I got a job you might find fun, so I’m inviting you. ❞