@SlumberingSaint He tilted his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes. “Because he is fabulous, Flayn, that is why.” He explained. “And that is all I will say on the matter.”
“Father, why is it you are engaged to Hubert? Why do you wish for him to become my new mother?” She asked @HeirOfPurpose, not understanding the appeal.
@HonorableSpirit - to die here to an alien of all things.
“Why don’t we calmly talk things through, hm?” He suggested. Soon enough someone would be reporting his dead body and calling a meeting.
@HonorableSpirit Wrong? Hm. It seems he had provoked him. “I mean you no harm. I was only escorting you outside. Surely that is acceptable.” He sassed, taking a few steps back. Jeffree was getting a little close with that knife and he did not like it, not one bit. His role was too important -
@HeirOfPurpose “Wrong.“ He stared casually, keeping a close Alien-like eye on Seteth. “You did and you better accept it.”
He took a single step closer, analyzing his new enemy as he thought up numerous ways for him to fittingly meet his maker.
@HonorableSpirit Oh, shit. He was dead, wasn’t he? The Archbishop warned him about this one. He never should have attempted to escort him away.
“Think about this, I have done nothing to provoke you.” He calmly said, holding his hands out in a calming manner. He knew nothing of handling aliens -
@HeirOfPurpose “As soon as I say you're done… You're done.” He deadpanned. Sometimes he forgets what's a real threat and what isn't, but he's positive that this is a real threat. Seteth crossed a line.
“Let's go.” He goaded him one with a wave of the knife.
@HonorableSpirit Seteth—The Fucking Whore jumped back when the gangster pulled a knife from his little designer purse and began waving it around.
“What the—?!” He shouted, his buggy eyes darting from the knife to Jeffree. “Put the knife down this instant!” He demanded, knowing he fucked up.
@HeirOfPurpose In that moment, he took a moment to evaluate his surroundings and frowned.
“Get off of me, you fucking whore!” Yuri warned as he pulled the butcher's knife from his purse. The purse he sometimes beat people with. He doesn't recall giving Seteth permission to lead him anywhere.
@HonorableSpirit “Stop that!” He reprimanded the rogue alien. “Stop all of that!” He insisted as he attempted to lead him to the fake place that did not exist. He didn’t personally have anything against him, but the Archbishop did, so it was for the best if he sent him on his way.
@HeirOfPurpose “Get fucked!” He continued to shout as he pushed his head back into his neck and bugged his eyes. He was still throwing a temper tantrum even as he was ushered along by Seteth to a place in the sewers that likely didn't exist. If it did, it must have been the abyss of Abyss.
@HonorableSpirit And then he tried to usher him to the Centeal Sewers rather than the Central Sewers. He was getting rid of Jeffree. No one called Flayn a bitch.
@HonorableSpirit “I said enough. Come on. Back to the Centeal Sewers.” He said, ushering him along. Knowing Yuri, he would continue to shout insults and other obscene things on his way out the door. He had Tourette’s.
@HeirOfPurpose “Racism wins again!” The angry alien shouted, continuing to cause a scene over never being fed.
Food makes aliens lose their cool. It's a known fact. Sweets especially, and Flayn's been getting those, too! He's had enough of that fucking bitch.