May 23, 2018
Rolling her eyes is easy, a french fry between her fingers as she pops it in her mouth so she doesn’t have to speak. Chewing slowly, she arches her eyebrow at the fellow demon, scoffing once she swallows, upper lip curling, smirk forming. “Demon’s don’t have feelings, Meg. And we don’t do blessings, either. Or have you forgotten everything?” The snark is there, another french fry grabbed as she rolls her tongue and waits. / @malusspiritus originally posted this forever and a half ago.