Really? Garterbelt needs to pay more attention to mishaps like this when it came to random strangers just breaking-and-entering as they so please, or to be more specific, fuckers such as this one coming into her room without explicit permission— how’d it get in here, anyway? There’s a very good reason as to why she locks her doors nowadays, and it’s not just because of that back-alley BUMFUCK sister who likes sniffing out almost every dick she has the pleasure of coming across.
Stocking really was not in the mood today.
“ Go find your own sugar, this one’s mine– I don’t take autographs either, so get lost.”
Suddenly remiss of her fork stabbed into the head of honekoneko for later, a finger slowly glides along the surface of her shortcake, just enough for it to cover entirely in icing, promptly flicking it straight out the window in an half expected attempt to see if she’d go after.
sterotypical much? to assume that she, one with features FAR MORE EVERLASTING than that of a pathetic wanna-be flightless dove, would beg for an autograph -- HILARIOUS! ( she was going to obtain that cake eventually. even if she had to lung at the anachy and pray it from her “ holy “, a term that was used QUITE loosely, hands! hell, she’d even eat it when it was IN her hands! eat her hands too -- anything for that treat. ) fingers twitching, jotly movements along limbs so-used to incidents akin to these it wasn’t hard to just sit there & watch her waste it. tail swishing, maybe if she could reach out a little further & get the glob stuck in her fur, she could devour it later - ! nasty, but it’d work! or cause a giant mess. either way, the pink sweetness would be licked up & the angel would be the one without sugar! ‘ haha, funny. that cake WILL be mine, just you wait! also, why would i get an autograph from someone who smells like a tamaboochie that hasn’t been cleaned in six weeks? probably got some fungus in there too! now, on that note, give a girl a few! ’ && with that bright note, the will to continue & let the treat fall to the earth and get utterly gross was gone, and so there she was, jumping out after it, trying to retrieve the candylike coating before it was too late.
give or take a few minutes, and there she was, scalding the walls back up to Stocking’s room, licking away the reminders of the treat from around her mouth. call her childish, but catching the delight in her mouth while flying down at rapidly increasing speeds before hitting the ground was an achivement! ( note, write it down when you get home! so it’s NEVER forgotten! ) a growl building in the back of her throat, as she crouched down onto all fours; getting in a “ feral “ hunting position, although it really looked like somekind of fucked-up furry shit. THAT CAKE WOULD BE HERS AND NOTHING WOULD OFFPUT HER FROM HER QUEST! . . . except maybe that, as a holy being, she could easily overpower Akihiko. ( Perhaps the cons should’ve been ACTUALLY LOOKED AT before breaking & entering took place, even if they were long / really fucking boring. ) ‘ okay, now that it’s all settled, you’re gonna give me that cake! or i’m gonna attack and rip you a new one! ( that’s what you say, right? grown-ups use it all the time, but you never know WHAT they’re gonna rip you a new one of! hopefully, you won’t get any socks this time. no one likes socks! wait, you’re named after a kind of sock, right? so does that mean you’re a sock? holy fuck! a sock-human! i didn’t know you were genetically related to that! cool! not only an angel, but a FOOT-WEAR angel! radical as hell! ) ’
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