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and he’s most certainly the best that his entire race has to offer. which pisses her off even more, that her no-good ex-‘husband’ would rather fuck a walking trash heap. not even an *ounce of standards in that traitorous failure ..
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“ those imps wouldn’t know how to recognize their own worth even if their useless little lives depended on it. they’re much to conformable amongst their fellow garbage. ”
he’s proven his worth to her, time and time again .. ᛎ⭏
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she cackles once again, lifting her teacup back to her beak to take a sip before placing it back down.
ugh, is she glad that he isn’t like those other shit-shoveling imps. she can actually hold a conversation with him.
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“ HAH! could you even *imagine being so completely and utterly useless? what a miserable fucking life! how do they even live with themselves, being lower than 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 rats? ” ᛎ⭏
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“ you’re telling me. they’re already low-class garbage by design, there’s hardly any need to 𝘢𝘤𝘵 like it, too! ”
a roll of her eyes, snapping her fingers; the mini imp butler waddles over heaving a kettle above his head, ᛎ⭏
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“ ugh, if only the rest of these morons showed the same respect as you do. ”
she lets out a sigh, head resting in her palm. she really *does appreciate his presence. *💢
“ anywho! ♪ care for a cup of tea? coffee? ”
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she raises an eyebrow, taking an extended sip of tea before placing the cup back down onto its coaster.
“ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, some half-decent company. it is good to see you, darling. ”
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