He Wont Even Say Hell.

“He won’t even say hell.”

“HECK.”

“You heard me, Shepherd. Help me get the tangles out of my hair. That storm messed it up somethin’ awful. C’mon. We’re friends now, right? Friends do good by one another. Riiight?”

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❛ Y-you want me to do what? ❜

I PAUSED IN BETWEEN FRAMES AND THIS IS WHAT I SAW HOLY SHIT I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

LOOK AT HIM

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“Well, even if he trusts you, I don’t. You do anything funny and you’ll regret it, you hear me?”

Mikleo eyes the kitsune with a hint of suspicion.

“Don’t take advantage of his kindness, Lunarre.”

Lunarre frowns. He knew what to expect, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He certainly didn’t have to take it. Especially not from a high strung seraph brat.

“Look. I’ve been raised from the time I could hold a blade to know a perfect opportunity when I see one. I’ve had hundreds over the past months I’ve spent watching over you people. The great and powerful Shepherd is safe from me.”

He sighed.

“I’m no overnight saint. I know that. I’m still this. I’m still oozing malevolence. And you know what? I want to keep it that way. Not because I like it. Not because I think this is a fine and dandy way to be. But because it’s like this that I’m useful against that rabid lion bastard who wants to destroy the world. The world I live in.”

The hellion’s lips stretch into smile.

“...I love you, Gramps. You and yer mad brain!” 

He claps his hands together with one loud slapping sound and bears his teeth in a grin.

“Now bring out those goddamned pumpkins and let’s do it!”

@snickering-kitsune -> X

“You gotta punch a pumpkin to really know why I want to-!” The seraph showed just as much excitement on this as he did with dragons. “It’s just- so satisfying to break it with a punch! Not only that you can still carve them…kinda. It just adds effect to them if you ask me.”