I saw you needed positivity, so Mei Ling says hi
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Tum! Lookie that fuzz tum! I wanna schnufffle it~!

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I saw you needed positivity, so Mei Ling says hi
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Tum! Lookie that fuzz tum! I wanna schnufffle it~!
(X) @chainsaw-to-the-heart
“... This.” Don grabbed Grell’s necktie and pulled her into a sharp headbutt to her jaw, right knee going up to strike her gut.
@chainsaw-to-the-heart:
“Hm…it doesn’t make sense, does it?” The reaper tapped her chin.
“Maybe he actually said that being terrified is outlandish? That would be more logical, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh... oh, yes.” Mei-Rin felt even more embarrassed now, since she had apparently not noticed that it would have been way too strange if a cook was afraid of raddish.
“Though, it’s odd to hear that he thinks being terrified is outlandish. Everyone is scared of something. Maybe by saying that he wanted to look more... I don’t know... manly?”
7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?
Digging too Deep
“Ah, fondest when alive or deceased, you must be more specific my dear! I suppose one of my fondest was an afternoon spent with my mother, actually.” The tinned echo his words usually brought was subdued, crimson eyes staring out at nothing with inherent fondness.
“Forgive me, but I cannot remember for the life of me when this took place, though I believe it was on my birthday- Manman promised me something special- took me down to the theatre to watch a show! It was a lovely performance, that much I do remember.”
“As for the second part of your question…” There is an undeniably sudden shift in the tone of his voice, the tin and static return, but not fast enough to mask… something. Hesitation perhaps? His gaze is guarded again, moment of wistfulness over.
“Mmmm, something precious was taken from me…”
best flavor potato chip/crisp?
Sour cream and onion. Fight me.
👗 – adjusting their clothes "It really must be difficult to keep your waistcoat buttoned properly in your condition.."
“It is.” he huffed, trying to see where Grell was at. “I must thank you for helping me out. Didn’t expect you to do this.”
(X) @chainsaw-to-the-heart
“Simple: You’re helping out the hotel, Miss Grelle... It’s just common courtesy to get you something as thanks for the assistance.” Plus, Don wasn’t sure if the reaper favored coffee or tea like himself, so he decided to just give her some freshly brewed coffee.
Gnocchi
Not in the mood to cook, the demon went to the grocery store to pick up something for dinner. He ignored all the staring he was getting as he went down various aisles.
He looked exhausted, and slowly walked through the Italian island. He glanced over at the Gnocchi, and just tossed it into his cart before moving on.