βA God does not carry money. Lead the way.β
Heβd play nice. The smack of her hair doing nothing but making his brow twitch. Hands slipping into his pockets.
And she saw him as nothing but a quick cake grab. Rolling eyes the angelic being flipped her hair to smack him in the face.
"Hope you got cash, Death god."
(temporary pinned for a soul eater weapon oc.)
(souleaterrp & mvrp / ships with chem and age group.)
(n/sfw for themes, jokes, and language.)
(non-l*wd on tl, but mdni anyway.)
(penned by Shy, 27 years old.)
#SOULEATERRP // #MVRP // #OCRP
βHmph. Very well. I will tolerate this nonsense. Decide where you wish to go.β
He wouldnβt look at it as anything other than business. Thatβs all she was. A God is not above even that.
A moment to breathe to collect his thoughts. He knew the Angelβs were difficult but thisβ¦
β. . .If I agree to such an incompetent request. Will you mind your tone and comply?β
"If you want your update you better get to buying me some fucking sweets, Stripes.
I'm not talking work when my blood sugars are at an all time low, bad for you if they hit zero."
There has been a time of peace and unification since I took over as protector of this world.
The time of witch hunting has long since passed. I assure you.