@daddyslittledemon gets a starter bc i’m gay!
[Curiosity welled within her when she caught a glimpse of the latest guest in her pizzeria -- in the midst of a song, she couldn’t do much aside from stare and continue to sing, but stare she did, covered in glitter and eyes twinkling with child-like wonder. This girl had wings, and a tail, and horns like a devil! Was that a costume of some sort? If so, it must have been advanced; she could’ve sworn she saw it twitch at a few points, as though they were part of her, alive and wriggling. She could barely contain herself, and the second her song was finished, she approached ( thankfully, her and her friends were allowed to do so -- her father encouraged it, as a matter of fact ).]
[Although she was bursting as the seams with enthusiasm ( perhaps it was, quite literally, the child within her, who felt as though she was seeing a fairy tale come to life...albeit a somewhat macabre one ) she did her best to maintain her composure. Upon closer inspection, this girl seemed really cool, and...well...she wanted to be the same.]
-- ❝ So, tell me...is that a costume? I have one, myself...though I suppose this one could also count. ❞ [She gave a melancholic giggle; her “costume,” a human form that rarely saw the light of day, would technically need to remain a secret between only herself and her father, though she might entrust it to a confidant...if she could ever gain one that close. She sincerely doubted that anyone could come to hold that much faith in her, let alone want to hear or keep her secrets to themselves alone -- besides, her father would dismantle her if he knew about her spreading them. She...simply knew that doing so might earn her some semblance of friendship.]
