Diego

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[sliver-demon]

An idle OC from Friday night funkin' named Diego. Loved by Blue

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[sliver-demon]

“I do when someone I care about gets hurt.” Diego comments, giving them a look. The damn guy was so stubborn sometimes with not wanting any help from other's

“Come on, what's the matter?” The demon tries to coax, unsure as to what he's trying to wave off.

[sliver-demon]

“It'll heal up a bit faster with my powers.” Damian comments with a shrug. Not that concerned about the injury, even if he can feel pain from it.

“The name's Diego, by the way. Not just Demon.” Does Koven know already? Who knows? But he can't help but joke with him a little.

[goatdamned-deactivated20241210]

"Hi, how are you feeling?"

The world slowly came back into focus as they regained consciousness. Everything was blurry at first, and they blinked a few times to clear up their sight.

A silver-haired demon stood above them, and the Goat jerked upright with a startled bleat. That turned out to be a terrible idea as everything spun around them, and it took all they had not to fall back.

Don't show weakness.

That was lesson number one their God had taught them. Gritting their teeth, they stilled themself, turning their gaze back to the stranger.

"I'm... Fine," Lusyfer said after a beat. "... Who are you anyway?"

[sliver-demon]

He'd been in the process of checking him over which was limited, but they came too at that moment prompted a started bleat from the person. Ah, so not a human, then he assumes good to know.

“Sorry, Didn't mean to make you jump.” He quickly apologizes, bringing his hands up in a hopeful placating gesture. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. You've been quiet for a while.”

“I'm Diego, it's nice to meet you, who might you be?” He extends a hand out for a handshake. Might as well try to be friendly, right?

[sliver-demon]

Hey, thanks for the follow on pri-rp! I am 100% clueless about fnf so you'll need take charge for that first interaction idea shooting because i wouldn't know where to begin but nice ta see ya

//hello! Nice to see you too! You won't need to worry about the fnf aspect as he's an OC and not that connected to it like a canon boyfriend or other characters would be, but I don't mind helping if need be ^^

[sliver-demon]

“Sorry for being a pain. I keep telling people not to give me lists since I'm blind and all, but I think people forget about that. So, I kinda have to ask others to read them for me…” He answers with a shrug and an eye roll. He just learnt to accept them and ask people once he got places, it was easier that way than to repeat himself. At least he's amused by it…

“Heh, wait… People don't make you do that, do they?” He'd feel bad if it did happen. What kind of person would go torturing workers? If someone does, they must live sad lives…

He falls silent as Kevin reads the note, nodding once he's finished. “… That sounds right, could I get one of each, please?”

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“I've actually got a list somewhere… So, I wouldn't forget anything.” Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out a small piece of paper to slide across the counter. It wasn't like he could read it, not that the other knew that.

“I know one of them was peanut butter cups, but not sure what the others were for. This may sound a bit strange, but could you read it out to me?” He asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

[scrrowblue-a]

❛  Excuse me, does this belong to you?  ❜

Having been worriedly searching for his precious sketchbook, Ben’s stress had only grown the longer he’d gone with no sight of the book or all of the works within. Checking where he’d slept, where he’d left his belongings, triple-checking his backpack, he couldn’t catch a glimpse of it. It was only as an unfamiliar voice called, causing Ben to turn in surprise, that eyes fell on the cover of the sketchbook he’d been searching for.

“ Oh—! ”

Worried expression almost immediately turned to one of happiness, hands carefully taking the sketchbook from the stranger and holding it close, the artist unable to stop smiling.

“ Thank you so much! I was looking everywhere for it! ”

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He would've completely missed the sketchbook if he didn't trip up on it while walking through the street. Bending down to pick it up and run his fingers over the cover lightly. Recognising the shape, but the next thing was who did it belong to?

The streets were surprisingly empty, meaning there was less chance to find the right person…

His thoughts were broken as he became attracted to the sound of hurried steps and rummaging nearby. “Oh, no problem. Just try to be more careful next time” He jokes lightly, next time he may not be so lucky after all.

[archived-stories]

❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜ Spike

"... Maybe a lil' bit....?"

He's probably the least combat experienced of the Picos, wields an airsoft gun, and overall his place is in a studion, he's not made for this kinda shit-

[sliver-demon]

Diego chuckles a bit by handing over a gun towards the redhead.

“All it takes is some practise, and you'll get the hang of it.” The demon comments, circling around him a bit. “As well as precision, aim, Oh and to make sure the weapon doesn't give you too bad a knock back as well. Depending on the weapon, of course.”

“What made you want to do this, by the way?”

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