#sansxseraphim

[stitchxsong]

sansxseraphim replied to your post: [txt] I need to ask you something.

[txt] Do you prefer pancakes or waffles?

[txt] You realize that’s like asking me to pick between two kids right?

[txt] They’re both wonderful and yummy and honestly made with aLMOST the same batter

[txt] But you can top them basically the same and the toppings are what matter I guess.

[txt] But then at the same time I really like when waffles are kinda crispy on the outside but fluffy on the inside soooooooooooooooooooooooooo waffles.

[txt] If I absolutely HAD to choose.

[burningfeathersx]

@sansxseraphim replied to your post: “I've got a question for you.”:

I... suppose that’s a matter of perspective, but I think it’s a good question.

Then you may ask it.

[riverspringandrain]

sansxseraphim started following you

[It has been UNBEARABLY HOT out, and Sabriel is walking the streets with a rolling cooler of ice cold water bottles to hand out to strangers. They smiled wide at every person they met and cheerfully offered them a a bottle. For a moment bouncing from one stranger and on to another, he managed not to notice that the other was an angel until midsentence, holding out a cold water to Anpiel.]

Hello, would you like som- oh hey!!!!

[Her entire expression brightened further as she realized, but then smoothly covered for it because they’re in PUBLIC OOPS.]

....I love your hair!

[hewhostaystheknife]

sansxseraphim replied to your post: Sometimes it’s just nice to lay in the sun as...

Peacock!!!!

I am Very Pretty and Elegant. And also purple because I can.

[ashenheartx]

sansxseraphim started following you

No. You are one too many.

[stitchxsong]

sansxseraphim replied to your post: So uh. That was a hoot.

??????? Are you??? Okay????

[He looked okay. Out of host because it took less energy, and seemingly not a scratch on him. His eyes were tired but that was the only apparent damage that could be seen outside of his clothes.

Anpiel on the other hand....

He brought both hands up to his mouth as he looked at the bruised and battered seraph.]

....Are-- are you??????????

[stitchxsong]

[He’d heard Anpiel’s cry. Not just because he hadn’t been that far away and the seraph had been louder than thousand macaw mating calls, but he’d also heard an echo through the little “angel radio” that they were all tuned into. Raph normally made a point of tuning himself out, but the amount of anguish and emotion surging through their collective link was unable to be ignored.

He made it to the lighthouse through a short folding of space, wanting to first make sure the other angel was alright. Had Pride come back? Had Azrael finally snapped and tried to claw his eyes out?]

Anpiel??? Dude?

[burningfeathersx]

sansxseraphim replied to your post: Ugh, souls taste like sulfur and rubber today.

You sound like you’re sick.

And you sound like a stuffy, nosey, harp stroker.