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A neatly wrapped package is left at the Nest, addressed to both Greed and Kamora. It's wrapped in plain brown paper and topped with an ornate red ribbon and has some weight to it! Inside is a fancy vintage radio that, upon closer inspection, seems to be inlaid with real gold and bright gemstones. There's a warm, fashionable cat sweater for Kamora as well. It's soft and warm and DEFINITELY came from one of their Heaven raiding escapades.
There's a vintage-style christmas card with a handwritten note inside -- "For my dear friends at the Devil's Nest. It was the most ostentatious thing I could find :) The sweater for Kamora is cashmere, hand wash in cold water only!!! Merry Christmas! - ALASTOR"
There's a vintage-style christmas card with a handwritten note inside -- "For my dear friends at the Devil's Nest. It was the most ostentatious thing I could find :) The sweater for Kamora is cashmere, hand wash in cold water only!!! Merry Christmas! - ALASTOR"
[Guess what Greed!!!!
EMPORIO GOT YOU FOR SECRET SANTA.
Naturally he was already getting Greed something, and that means DOUBLE PRESENTS.
Which in itself could well be a present.
The first and long intended gift is...well basically a pile of ghost objects that Emporio thought were neat. They're all pretty unique, albeit largely useless. Knick-knacks, weird toys or figures, etc.
But, being made of ghost, they're also indestructible, so that's cool!
For the secret santa however, Emporio has gone hunting; and the present is a ghost pouch- the card says you can fit many things inside it, just be careful or you'll have trouble getting what you want back OUT- but the pouch itself has a Normal one surrounding it, a bit like a case.
The normal pouch was commissioned to actually match Greed's aesthetic- as Emporio can't really choose what ghost objects look like. The result though is a little hammerspace pouch that matches Greed's look though, so he hopes he likes it!!]
EMPORIO GOT YOU FOR SECRET SANTA.
Naturally he was already getting Greed something, and that means DOUBLE PRESENTS.
Which in itself could well be a present.
The first and long intended gift is...well basically a pile of ghost objects that Emporio thought were neat. They're all pretty unique, albeit largely useless. Knick-knacks, weird toys or figures, etc.
But, being made of ghost, they're also indestructible, so that's cool!
For the secret santa however, Emporio has gone hunting; and the present is a ghost pouch- the card says you can fit many things inside it, just be careful or you'll have trouble getting what you want back OUT- but the pouch itself has a Normal one surrounding it, a bit like a case.
The normal pouch was commissioned to actually match Greed's aesthetic- as Emporio can't really choose what ghost objects look like. The result though is a little hammerspace pouch that matches Greed's look though, so he hopes he likes it!!]
[...So. Ochako, uh. She has no idea what to get Greed, nor where to even begin. On god, he is probably the one person she is struggling with the most, out of everyone on her gigantic list, to gift something even remotely meaningful. And though she could go for the easy way out of just grabbing booze from literally ANY place in Hell (lets be honest here, the vending machines sell hard liquor and hard drugs...among other questionable items), her moral compass simply will not allow her to purchase alcohol until she is of legal age to do so. Sorry man, no cheap thrills for you this Christmas time.
HOWEVER!!! That does not mean she is completely without something to give! The cherubs and other angels up in Heaven love Ochako, and how sweet and polite she ismost of the time...ahem, so when she asks, she is allowed to use the kitchens to make food for herself and others, and BOY HOWDY IS SHE MAKING SOME GOODIES. Lots of them, because she has no clue what else to get this guy and food is never a bad option. Like for real, who in their right mind wouldn't like to get delicious food as a gift for any occasion? And though she's not a ffffucking...Master Iron Chef Plus Ultra S-Rank Gourmet like Bakugou, she is pretty decent at cooking and knows her way around a kitchen. ...And there is an entire kitchen of chefs that are giving her pointers and guidance, and help with one of the recipes because, gasp, it does include a splash of alcohol!!
Greed will get a call from the hotel staff that a gift is being delivered to his suite, and in time an imp will arrive with a push cart of several items under some shiny, metal cloches. The main entree is a rather delectable spread of braised short ribs which looks fan-fucking-tastic and smell even better. The glossy sauce drips from the tend, fall off the bone meat, and they come with a bowl of ultra fluffy, white rice, crisp boiled veggies with a drizzle of sesame oil and crushed sesame seeds, some spicy and sour kimchi if he wants a little kick, a cup of miso soup, and a frothy glass of beer. On the house, because this is technically being served in Hell, and the Hell staff saw all this good food and recoiled in horror that is wasn't accompanied by SOME kind of devilish swill. So...there you go. We stay winning.
NEXT UP is the dessert! A spiced rum cake that is sweet, moist, and has the flavorful kick at the end of a high-quality rum it's been soaking in. The perfect accoutrement and dessert to a rather heavy meal. Everything will be delicious, to the nines and then some, and a card will accompany the whole thing that is simple, but sweet...and reads as follows:
Dear Mr. Greed,
YOU ARE SO HARD TO GIFT!!! OH MY GOSH! WORSE THAN MY TEACHERS BACK HOME!! D8<
Please enjoy the food, I didn't know what else to get for you. 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。
Your friend this Holiday,
Uraraka Ochako]
HOWEVER!!! That does not mean she is completely without something to give! The cherubs and other angels up in Heaven love Ochako, and how sweet and polite she is
Greed will get a call from the hotel staff that a gift is being delivered to his suite, and in time an imp will arrive with a push cart of several items under some shiny, metal cloches. The main entree is a rather delectable spread of braised short ribs which looks fan-fucking-tastic and smell even better. The glossy sauce drips from the tend, fall off the bone meat, and they come with a bowl of ultra fluffy, white rice, crisp boiled veggies with a drizzle of sesame oil and crushed sesame seeds, some spicy and sour kimchi if he wants a little kick, a cup of miso soup, and a frothy glass of beer. On the house, because this is technically being served in Hell, and the Hell staff saw all this good food and recoiled in horror that is wasn't accompanied by SOME kind of devilish swill. So...there you go. We stay winning.
NEXT UP is the dessert! A spiced rum cake that is sweet, moist, and has the flavorful kick at the end of a high-quality rum it's been soaking in. The perfect accoutrement and dessert to a rather heavy meal. Everything will be delicious, to the nines and then some, and a card will accompany the whole thing that is simple, but sweet...and reads as follows:
Dear Mr. Greed,
YOU ARE SO HARD TO GIFT!!! OH MY GOSH! WORSE THAN MY TEACHERS BACK HOME!! D8<
Please enjoy the food, I didn't know what else to get for you. 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。
Your friend this Holiday,
Uraraka Ochako]
[Ruby works hard on her gifts, even when she doesn't know what to get. Can't very much do any "adult" gifts yet, but that just means she gets to play to her strengths. To that end, a wide, stout box is left on the counter of the nest. No sign of who dropped it off, but the heavenly festive wrappings may be a good clue.
Inside is a black forest cake! For Greed (although a accompanying note says he's free to share) as well as, tucked away neatly, a hand-made scarf for the big cat man.
Speaking of notes, there's another one in here;]
Hi, Greed! Happy Yam Ween, or Christmas, or whatever you're celebrating today! I hope you like the treat, and the scarf is for when you wanna go climbing buildings without me.
Thanks for being a friend these past months. It means a lot to me.
- Ruby
Inside is a black forest cake! For Greed (although a accompanying note says he's free to share) as well as, tucked away neatly, a hand-made scarf for the big cat man.
Speaking of notes, there's another one in here;]
Hi, Greed! Happy Yam Ween, or Christmas, or whatever you're celebrating today! I hope you like the treat, and the scarf is for when you wanna go climbing buildings without me.
Thanks for being a friend these past months. It means a lot to me.
- Ruby
Edited 2024-12-23 03:35 (UTC)
[ Greed will find a couple of messages waiting for him on his phone. The first is an image depicting one Mr. Beetled Juice taking a photo of himself from behind thanks to being able to contort his body in all kinds of horrible ways. He's wearing some tight leather pants. The second is:]
hey boss do these make my ass look big?
hey boss do these make my ass look big?
Edited 2025-01-30 01:28 (UTC)
[As soon as he gets the message, the Sin lifts his sunglasses, pushing his longer-than-usual hair up and out of his face. He whistles, impressed. Of course, leave it to Beetle to always bring something surprising.]
intersting look showman. trying something new ?
if youre gunna do that try bringing up the waist a bit
intersting look showman. trying something new ?
if youre gunna do that try bringing up the waist a bit
jus a sec
[ A second photo follows. Beetlejuice has followed Greed's advice, though now he's taking a photo using the mirror. Where did his jacket and shirt go? MYSTERY!!! He's still wearing his tie though. He can be seen with his tongue in his teeth, grinning down at his phone. ]
hows this?
[ A second photo follows. Beetlejuice has followed Greed's advice, though now he's taking a photo using the mirror. Where did his jacket and shirt go? MYSTERY!!! He's still wearing his tie though. He can be seen with his tongue in his teeth, grinning down at his phone. ]
hows this?
hold that thought
[No one said he was good at technology. But eventually, he manages to send a photo. It's not the best by any means. The shot's been taken at an angle, showing off the lip of his leather pants and half his torso. He's got his thumb hooked into the waist, leaving his fingers spread along his hip.]
not sure if thatworked or not
[No one said he was good at technology. But eventually, he manages to send a photo. It's not the best by any means. The shot's been taken at an angle, showing off the lip of his leather pants and half his torso. He's got his thumb hooked into the waist, leaving his fingers spread along his hip.]
not sure if thatworked or not
yup!
ahh i see
[ A third photo arrives. Beetlejuice is mimicking Greed's composition to a T, though he is not as svelte as his boss, so the lip of his pants is somewhat eclipsed by a hairy stomach. ]
ahh i see
[ A third photo arrives. Beetlejuice is mimicking Greed's composition to a T, though he is not as svelte as his boss, so the lip of his pants is somewhat eclipsed by a hairy stomach. ]
not bad not bad. though i gotta ask what made you decide to switch it up? from the looks of it you missed out on the little change thats been goin on this month
[There's a pause before he sends another image. It's mostly just his smile. His smile and all those teeth, glinting from a mouth that's by no means his.]
[Least, not originally.]
[There's a pause before he sends another image. It's mostly just his smile. His smile and all those teeth, glinting from a mouth that's by no means his.]
[Least, not originally.]
i just thought it'd be nice to give you a little eye candy while we're at work
and your telling me! its not fair! i want some huge bazongas!!! i nearly drowned in that dumb hotspring trying to get some
and your telling me! its not fair! i want some huge bazongas!!! i nearly drowned in that dumb hotspring trying to get some
[ The night starts off innocently enough with him sending him a few pictures of him and Beetlejuice hanging out—with him looking like he just stepped out of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. Look, at least he did away with the fancy suit, these are baby steps.
As the night continues the pictures get a little more chaotic. He sends him a picture of the drink tower they have made out of the over a dozen glasses the two of them have gone through between them.
And Michael? Well, he is grinning from ear to ear, letting loose as promised. Maybe a little too loose though judging by the lipstick on his collar and he has no idea where his sweater went. ]
He sakd I couldnt kedp up with him
kep
keot
K e e p
Is nt pnone broken
As the night continues the pictures get a little more chaotic. He sends him a picture of the drink tower they have made out of the over a dozen glasses the two of them have gone through between them.
And Michael? Well, he is grinning from ear to ear, letting loose as promised. Maybe a little too loose though judging by the lipstick on his collar and he has no idea where his sweater went. ]
He sakd I couldnt kedp up with him
kep
keot
K e e p
Is nt pnone broken
[He's in the middle of another long shift, another endless night, when he sees the phone blink underneath the bar. Greed drops off a collection of shots across the counter distractedly. Of course, it's not like he pauses everything whenever that particular number flashes across his screen. But usually when Michael texts, it's something important. A reschedule, some information, a change of plans.]
[The former homunculus pauses, his one hand fastened and half prying apart a cap to a bottle. The first round of pictures aren't anything to write home about. Just Beetlejuice and the Archangel of the hour finally out of his suit and looking a little less stiff than usual.]
[But the more he scrolls, the more the night's activities begin unravel. Greed slowly pushes his sunglasses up and onto his forehead, and a howl of laughter coughs from his jaws. He may be getting a look or two from the bar, but he ignores them all as he flags someone down to take over.]
[Outside is where he goes. Pinning the side door to the alleyway open with his toe, the Sin settles into the crook of the frame. The cigarette in his mouth is fresh enough that the end of it brightly simmers in the dark.]
uh huh. havin a little trouble there blue eyes? yknow if you wanted to start off easy beetle probably wasnt your best choice
[He ashes at the side of his leg, humming.]
sounds like youve kept up plenty. though didnt realize things like you could get drunk. wonder if its your first time. [He cups the cigarette, inhaling the light-stroked smoke like fumes of neon.]
youre gunna feel that tomorrow handsome. or whenever you wake up. let me know if it ends up being a bit more than you can handle 💖
gotta little something on your collar by the way
[The former homunculus pauses, his one hand fastened and half prying apart a cap to a bottle. The first round of pictures aren't anything to write home about. Just Beetlejuice and the Archangel of the hour finally out of his suit and looking a little less stiff than usual.]
[But the more he scrolls, the more the night's activities begin unravel. Greed slowly pushes his sunglasses up and onto his forehead, and a howl of laughter coughs from his jaws. He may be getting a look or two from the bar, but he ignores them all as he flags someone down to take over.]
[Outside is where he goes. Pinning the side door to the alleyway open with his toe, the Sin settles into the crook of the frame. The cigarette in his mouth is fresh enough that the end of it brightly simmers in the dark.]
uh huh. havin a little trouble there blue eyes? yknow if you wanted to start off easy beetle probably wasnt your best choice
[He ashes at the side of his leg, humming.]
sounds like youve kept up plenty. though didnt realize things like you could get drunk. wonder if its your first time. [He cups the cigarette, inhaling the light-stroked smoke like fumes of neon.]
youre gunna feel that tomorrow handsome. or whenever you wake up. let me know if it ends up being a bit more than you can handle 💖
gotta little something on your collar by the way
i van handle thr juice ye of littlr faith
axe killers though…
[ Party Michael does not ramble, get wordy or scoff at the insinuation that BJ was not the best choice for an easy night out—but he did have fun. ]
not drunk tired
[ It is absolutely his first time getting wasted but in a way, maybe he needed it. Besides, as mischievous as his date is, he trusts him. ]
im fine. gonna sing me to slep greed?
[ Hm. He sure does have something on his collar and he is so distracted by it that he doesn’t bring up the cause immediately. ]
axe killers though…
[ Party Michael does not ramble, get wordy or scoff at the insinuation that BJ was not the best choice for an easy night out—but he did have fun. ]
not drunk tired
[ It is absolutely his first time getting wasted but in a way, maybe he needed it. Besides, as mischievous as his date is, he trusts him. ]
im fine. gonna sing me to slep greed?
[ Hm. He sure does have something on his collar and he is so distracted by it that he doesn’t bring up the cause immediately. ]
[Greed inhales and as the tip of the cigarette churns to a low-belly red, he slowly arches one of his eyebrows.]
[He can handle it, huh?]
nothing faithful abot it. but whatvr you say
started here then. ha ! you shuld really know by now that i dont hold anything back. that includs the drinks blues
[The Sin pitches his cigarette down the alleyway. It hits the pavement in a puff of sparks before drowning itself in an ice-sloshed puddle.]
didnt think you needed sleep eithr. been lyin to me feathrs? and here ive been so honest [He teases (well, as much as he can through text).]
[However, there's a bit of a pause on his end. And maybe, he's gotten caught up in some business. Maybe someone pulled him aside. Either way, it takes about five minutes for his next response.]
yeah yeah im sure you are. and sorry cant do that. not exctly the singing type. ah hold on
[Another, quick second goes by. Eventually though, he manages to send over a picture. The image is just a shot of his hand with three of his claws spread apart in a stiff, double-tailed L-shape.]
how many am i holdin up?
[He can handle it, huh?]
nothing faithful abot it. but whatvr you say
started here then. ha ! you shuld really know by now that i dont hold anything back. that includs the drinks blues
[The Sin pitches his cigarette down the alleyway. It hits the pavement in a puff of sparks before drowning itself in an ice-sloshed puddle.]
didnt think you needed sleep eithr. been lyin to me feathrs? and here ive been so honest [He teases (well, as much as he can through text).]
[However, there's a bit of a pause on his end. And maybe, he's gotten caught up in some business. Maybe someone pulled him aside. Either way, it takes about five minutes for his next response.]
yeah yeah im sure you are. and sorry cant do that. not exctly the singing type. ah hold on
[Another, quick second goes by. Eventually though, he manages to send over a picture. The image is just a shot of his hand with three of his claws spread apart in a stiff, double-tailed L-shape.]
how many am i holdin up?
did u do that on purposd! that was rude anc uncalled for
i'll just have to yry them all adn sre
[ Yes, Michael, he purposefully upped the drinks just to bully you and drinking more is the best solution. ]
we sleep, im just veyr buzy. busy. w hen i tire myslf out i sleep or if i sue to much pwr
[ it takes Michael even longer to get back to him because he is squinting at the picture and probably even conferring with his fellow drunken party member. ]
ypu are cheating thag is blurry [ No it isn't. Rather that dwell on this perceived deception, he continues on. ] ok i am BAD at drinks but i am so gooc at karOKE
[ The proof is in the pudding or in this case in a short video. For a guy who says he dislikes singing he is damn good at it, singing a moving rendition of I'll Be Good. But he doesn't seem to be looking at any of the crowd, he is staring at the air above them and belting out his pain, which none of them understand. No one ever does. They just see a pretty face, an angel, letting himself go and they are here for it. Especially a group of succubi who are ninety-nine percent guilty of putting those lipstick smears on his collar. ]
im not trying all the drinks by the way i hav to ge up darly tomorrow
i'll just have to yry them all adn sre
[ Yes, Michael, he purposefully upped the drinks just to bully you and drinking more is the best solution. ]
we sleep, im just veyr buzy. busy. w hen i tire myslf out i sleep or if i sue to much pwr
[ it takes Michael even longer to get back to him because he is squinting at the picture and probably even conferring with his fellow drunken party member. ]
ypu are cheating thag is blurry [ No it isn't. Rather that dwell on this perceived deception, he continues on. ] ok i am BAD at drinks but i am so gooc at karOKE
[ The proof is in the pudding or in this case in a short video. For a guy who says he dislikes singing he is damn good at it, singing a moving rendition of I'll Be Good. But he doesn't seem to be looking at any of the crowd, he is staring at the air above them and belting out his pain, which none of them understand. No one ever does. They just see a pretty face, an angel, letting himself go and they are here for it. Especially a group of succubi who are ninety-nine percent guilty of putting those lipstick smears on his collar. ]
im not trying all the drinks by the way i hav to ge up darly tomorrow
hey hey cant blame me this time. wasnt me behind the bar feathers
[Greed turns, sliding his heel from the door to let it shut behind him. The lock clicks into place and once again, the air outside cuts itself short, leaving only the dank humidity of liquor and sweat.]
yeah got a lot to do dont yu? suppose thats a start. finally seeing the point ? [He follows the wall and his heels quietly snap off the floor under the noise of the bar. The Sin snorts out a short laugh from his nose, and the corner of his mouth lifts silently in the dark.]
you know better. i never cheat [And he's about to finish that thought, but then the video loads and as the former homunculus presses play, he finds himself stopping part way down the hall.]
[Whatever may be happening beyond him doesn't matter. People pass him by (shadows of people with their faces blurred in neon and their conversations muddled together like mud). And yet, the Sin remains still. Even as a gaggle nearly topples through the doorframe (their laughter, careless and carefree), he's still.]
["My past has tasted bitter for years now."]
[He feels his shoulder touch the wall as he ties his ankles together, forcing him at a low lean.]
["Grace is just weakness."]
[Is it?]
["I'll be good, I'll be good - "]
[Hasn't he always been? Hasn't he always been good? Been righteous? He doesn't notice his tail is already going. Not with bitterness or with anger, but with that solemn, unknown in-between. Where words aren't worth shit, and anything he could say wouldn't make a damn difference.]
[Choices, right? They always have their consequences.]
[Without thinking about it, Greed elbows open a supply closet.] didnt know you were such a singr blue eyes [One of his hands grabs a switch, and the light tryingly flutters.] yeah bit of a morning person arent you? just keep in mind what i told ya. you might feell it a whole lot more tomorrw
you gunna be all right getting yourself home?
[Greed turns, sliding his heel from the door to let it shut behind him. The lock clicks into place and once again, the air outside cuts itself short, leaving only the dank humidity of liquor and sweat.]
yeah got a lot to do dont yu? suppose thats a start. finally seeing the point ? [He follows the wall and his heels quietly snap off the floor under the noise of the bar. The Sin snorts out a short laugh from his nose, and the corner of his mouth lifts silently in the dark.]
you know better. i never cheat [And he's about to finish that thought, but then the video loads and as the former homunculus presses play, he finds himself stopping part way down the hall.]
[Whatever may be happening beyond him doesn't matter. People pass him by (shadows of people with their faces blurred in neon and their conversations muddled together like mud). And yet, the Sin remains still. Even as a gaggle nearly topples through the doorframe (their laughter, careless and carefree), he's still.]
["My past has tasted bitter for years now."]
[He feels his shoulder touch the wall as he ties his ankles together, forcing him at a low lean.]
["Grace is just weakness."]
[Is it?]
["I'll be good, I'll be good - "]
[Hasn't he always been? Hasn't he always been good? Been righteous? He doesn't notice his tail is already going. Not with bitterness or with anger, but with that solemn, unknown in-between. Where words aren't worth shit, and anything he could say wouldn't make a damn difference.]
[Choices, right? They always have their consequences.]
[Without thinking about it, Greed elbows open a supply closet.] didnt know you were such a singr blue eyes [One of his hands grabs a switch, and the light tryingly flutters.] yeah bit of a morning person arent you? just keep in mind what i told ya. you might feell it a whole lot more tomorrw
you gunna be all right getting yourself home?
ur place ur drinks, u mad em up
[ Slowly but surely he finds himself feeling more euphoric than completely wasted—that comes later. For now he is taking five, prodding at his empty class idly. ]
dont be hasty i still dont liek it, jus hav e to sometimes. body gives out. dont u?
[ Even though Greed can’t hear it, he does proclaim rather loudly that he bets he has cheated at something before. And of course, since he is still drinking: ]
hmm maybe not thiw century but evetyone has cheated at somrtning before
[ Oh, to hell with this. Instead of trying to continue typing, he calls him. He obviously has some free time if he is talking to him. When he picks up Michael’s voice contains a playful lilt it doesn’t usually have along with a light slur. He is trying to find a quiet spot to talk. ]
You offering to walk me home? I said I didn’t like singing, not that I couldn’t. There isn’t anyone in Heaven who can’t sing, it’s practically a prerequisite.
[ Despite the fact that it isn’t a video call, he waggles his finger at the screen. ] I’m fiiine, isn’t this me letting go of the reins? I thought you’d be happy I left the hotel room. Or maybe you miss me?
[ .. pfft! Yep, this angel is a goner. Of course he laughs, loosening up a few of the buttons on his shirt to help himself cool off. But drunk Michael is also honest Michael, so he just continues digging his own grave. ]
You know, I’ve been practicing my dancing and the next time? You’re going to be so impressed. You don’t need a partner, just a mirror for proper hand placement..
[ He is going to want to die tomorrow. ]
[ Slowly but surely he finds himself feeling more euphoric than completely wasted—that comes later. For now he is taking five, prodding at his empty class idly. ]
dont be hasty i still dont liek it, jus hav e to sometimes. body gives out. dont u?
[ Even though Greed can’t hear it, he does proclaim rather loudly that he bets he has cheated at something before. And of course, since he is still drinking: ]
hmm maybe not thiw century but evetyone has cheated at somrtning before
[ Oh, to hell with this. Instead of trying to continue typing, he calls him. He obviously has some free time if he is talking to him. When he picks up Michael’s voice contains a playful lilt it doesn’t usually have along with a light slur. He is trying to find a quiet spot to talk. ]
You offering to walk me home? I said I didn’t like singing, not that I couldn’t. There isn’t anyone in Heaven who can’t sing, it’s practically a prerequisite.
[ Despite the fact that it isn’t a video call, he waggles his finger at the screen. ] I’m fiiine, isn’t this me letting go of the reins? I thought you’d be happy I left the hotel room. Or maybe you miss me?
[ .. pfft! Yep, this angel is a goner. Of course he laughs, loosening up a few of the buttons on his shirt to help himself cool off. But drunk Michael is also honest Michael, so he just continues digging his own grave. ]
You know, I’ve been practicing my dancing and the next time? You’re going to be so impressed. You don’t need a partner, just a mirror for proper hand placement..
[ He is going to want to die tomorrow. ]
bit ominous threre blue eyes but sure.
whats the favor ?
whats the favor ?
you say that but its not evryday you ask me for something
? your wings ? why would you need help with those ? not that i wont but sounnds like this is more thann just gettin your feathers rustled
? your wings ? why would you need help with those ? not that i wont but sounnds like this is more thann just gettin your feathers rustled
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yuou could. but where would be the fun in that ? i'm kiddin with you blue eyes. dont always have to take things so seriously yknow
your what ? never mind. dont have to give me the details. just tell me what i need to do
guessing you wanna meet upstairs then
your what ? never mind. dont have to give me the details. just tell me what i need to do
guessing you wanna meet upstairs then
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I usually do this myself, I don’t enjoy having my wings touched so I wouldn’t ask unless it was an issue. You know me better than most, I take everything seriously.
Scapular feathers, they are located at the base of my wings. Anything out of place tends to disturb my ability to fly. If I had to liken it to something it feels like an itch that I can’t quite scratch. All you have to do is pluck a few feathers.
I can come to you, my legs work just fine.
Scapular feathers, they are located at the base of my wings. Anything out of place tends to disturb my ability to fly. If I had to liken it to something it feels like an itch that I can’t quite scratch. All you have to do is pluck a few feathers.
I can come to you, my legs work just fine.
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