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[sashimew-the-cat]

Snowy day (click for better quality)

[mouse-in-a-hat]

🌙🌙🌙

(i think that the lack of hengela content is a blasphemy)

[despisydraws]

The Lightning Strike by Snow Patrol is such an ExR at the barricades right before they die song omg

Only the first part of the 16 minutes tho

[mtdreamcatcher]

They banging out the tunes together.

[strangegoingsons]

Wow- lalondes <3

[bellytochin]

@forzaun asked: ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them. malevola only offers a "up ya go," before sweeping sonar up into her arms.

manhandling starters // accepting

Sonar is only a little drunk.

Drunk in the way that it makes him more fun though; anyone who says different is a big fucking liar. The rest of the Z-Team went home earlier tonight, Sonar hanging back to grab a few more beers and maybe win a few more pool games before he left too.

He did win though, no doubt about that. Pool was all about math and luck and he was pretty good at one of those things.

Now he sat at the counter, idly playing with an empty bottle. There's someone sitting at the counter next to him, a weird dude with tattoos on his extremely punchable face, trying to talk to him about something or other, but Sonar was doing a pretty great job at ignoring his grating voice. God, what he'd do for an exit strategy right now.

Thankfully, someone listens, but it sure as shit ain't God.

"Up ya go." Strong arms wrap around his midsection, a gentle but sturdy grab he couldn't flee from if he tried.. Sonar blinks, but does not struggle as Malevola swoops him up into her arms, cradling him like he was something precious. Which he'd better fucking be, since Mal's the only one who's allowed to pick him up like this. Balancing him with one hand, she plucks the empty bottle from his claws, placing it back down on the counter and slipping the bartender a few bills from the hybrid's winnings to pay for the tab.

Sonar quickly wastes zero time in shifting around til he can wrap his arms around Mal's shoulders, cold snout pressing into her neck with a rumbling purr already building up in his chest. He clings, there's no shame in him at all, and the demoness's laugh and answering squeeze has the purr only growing louder.

She says something about getting the two of them home, quickly dismissing the dude with his punchable face, and carrying Sonar out of the bar with a pep in her step.

Sonar is more than happy to let her.

[siryyeet]

A-antfrost