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@swingdevil
a haiku a day (232/365)
”dear god… . you are a idiot aren’t you?”
You snort a little. "--God ain't on a need to know basis about that, or my current whereabouts. So shut yer face."
"--I don't know the meaning of the word." You really don't.
"Why you sweatin', huh? Nervous you can't prove it? Of course I'm challengin' you."
Oh yeah. You liked this gal. Human girls were the best; demons couldn't compare. "I'm sweatin' fer all the right reasons, lemme tell ya."
“are you like, five? seriously. i say you can’t see it and all of a sudden it’s not good enough? pffft. you wish you could touch this ass,” she’ll roll her eyes, cocking her hip to the side as the back of her hand hit the nearest brick wall, her hand going completely through it. “i’d like to say i am.”
"--I'm probably a lot older than you," came your reply. The expression on your face seemed out of place; it was almost like you were purposely acting like a buffoon. Probably because you were. You were a very, very strange person. For example, you simply cooed when she knocked a hole in the wall behind her. "Wow," came your drawl. "Ya managed to destroy a wall made out of feeble human made materials. I'm impressed, doll." Sarcasm was thick on your voice.
"King of Swing, huh? Care to put your money where your mouth is, sweetheart?"
You start to sweat. "--A-Are ya challengin' my self proclaimed title, babe? Please say that ya are."
bitches ain't shit if they ain't on my dick devil
he better scream. That was her gemstone.
" now you owe me one. "
"--That was hardcore," you say--as though what had just happened didn't happen. "I mean, ya just went and bit me. That's some kinky shit, yo. I'm gonna start sweatin' and then Blitz is gonna beat my ass."
"Of course I can! I have special dresses designated for dancing to swing." His petite, gloved hands gently went to grab his arm excitedly.
That was the most amazing thing you had heard since coming topside. Finally a decent human being worth your time.
"--Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Fuck yeah!" You're incredibly pumped right now. So, like the ball of energy that you were, you grabbed Annie by her waist and lifted her into the air--spinning her around shortly afterward.
"Tell me somethin'. Do you know how to swing dance?"
"--I'm the fuckin' king of swing, sweetheart. What do ya think?"
“um, no. actually, i just don’t you to see my butt,” she was going to end that sentence was ‘you aren’t worthy of it’ but he’s devil. he’s lucifer’s son. she best watch her tongue when it comes to comments like that. “that’s—-….not what i meant,” honestly, she doesn’t even know what to say anymore. “dude, don’t hurt yourself,” she’ll just stare up at him with a bored expression, one hand resting on her hip.
You're just going to frown. "--Whatever." Someone was pouting. "I didn't wanna see it anyway. It looks a little flat." Now you were just being rude for the Hell of it. You stopped all your stretching, too. "Are ya even strong, babe? Tell me yer at least strong."
“Don' call me Nicki. I ha'e tha' name. An' they ain' ou' an' abou'! They're safely covered by my clothin', so tha's a damn lie an' ya know i'.” {/She was sure being a decent guy wasn't even on his list of things to do. It'd never make it up there.}
"--Why are ya talkin' so loud? I'm right in front of ya, eh? Yer gonna make my eardrums implode--and that'd just ruin my day." Messing around with Nicole wasn't exactly fun in your opinion. She apparently didn't know how to take a joke or seven. What a drag. "Are ya busy?" came your sudden question. "Wanna go to the zoo and throw peanuts at all the annoying human kids?"
"I love swing music! It is very nice. Do you play swing music?"
"--Ah, man, I wish I could. I don't really get how human instruments work, and all that noise. I can dance my ass off, though. I love me some good ol' swing. Can ya dance swing, baby doll?"
diiscordare:
——he just took her food. He. Just took. Her food.Either he’s never been around a Dragon before, or he just doesn’t care; either way, Adrastia is still rather pissed off that he dare lay a finger on her precious gemstones. Don’t mind her as she bites him.
” —-that was mine. "
Cue some high pitched girly screaming.
swingdevil
"A demon? How unlucky can ye get?"
"--Open yer fuckin' eyes, doll. I ain't no peasant." There were only two things you hated in this world. One was being called a demon, and the other was Captain Crunch cereal. How dare that pirate cut the roof of your mouth with his shrapnel of a cereal.
"Swing music?"
"--Yeah! Swing is the shit, right? I can't get enough of it!"