#thesublimeassassin

[thesublimeassassin]

Do you know any Beelstarrmon, I think you'd like them.

"I knew a Beelstarrmon once. We spent the afternoon traveling the Dark Area on Behemoth; Treated her to an amazing night. Then we moved onto dinner. Where I paired her with an Angewomon. Their collective taste was magnificent. I highly recommend the dish." He smirked.

"What can I say, I like to play with my food before I eat it."

[thedarkcharisma]

"I don't know, Probably flexing his muscle. Want to remind everyone why he is in charge. He's probably worried you aren't his loyal lap dog anymore. Losing his bitch to the Knight must have gave him some trust issues." He pockets the leaves he found earlier, wanting to save these treats for a rainy day. "If I was in charge we wouldn't have these little meeting, I've have you grow these wonderful snacks for me in exchange for letting you sleep for as long as you want. But I'm not Lucemon..."

"Better hope you picked the right ones then eh? If they aren’t ready they’re pretty poisonous." He teased, pushing himself reluctantly off his bed assortment. Standing straight he stretched his arms up over his head, letting loose the cricks and crackles of tired bones. 

Going back to the subject at hand though Astamon severely doubted that ol’ Lucy was jealous or frightful of a pair of pups. One of them, sure, but the other didn’t sound like any trouble, just thick in the head. Then again he couldn’t quite recall meeting either of the two, he’d just been going off what he’d heard from Batsy and Barbs. 

"If you were in charge you’d have been taken out a long time ago." 

[thedarkcharisma]

"You would have to be sleeping with him to even be able to guess what he is thinking..." As he found examined the room, he found a few of Astamon's favorite leaves. Justifying his visit. "Honesty, He probably wants Barbamon hung for not only letting those Knights live. And hopefully he remembers how his whore nursed them back to health." Looking back over to the sleeping dog, He smirked. "You know if you miss this one, He might have me burn down your greenhouse."

He seemed to pause for a moment at the notion and shivered after giving it a thought. “What a terrible job that must be.” 

Lifting a hand up to his mask he dipped a finger into on the ears of the mask, letting the gloved finger dig around for some excrement of sorts though none seemed present. He already knew that Barbs had let the knights get away, well, kinda. Batsy hadn’t really given him the choice or chance to finish them off as he heard. Why he needed to get involved in all this was all he really cared about. 

"If Lucey’s so pissy with them why’s he need me around? I had nothin’ to do with that fiasco." The mon retorted, turning to glare over his shoulder. His eyes had narrowed at the threat to his plants, his jaw locking to grind his teeth together. 

[thedarkcharisma]

"No matter what form this idiot is in he retains that annoying ability to sleep forever." Baalmon muttered. He couldn't believe the other Demon Lord put up with this lazy bastard. "Eh, Get up you mutt" He said as he kicked the pillow out from under Astamon's head. "Lucemon is gathering the Demon Lords and he's asked for your dumb ass to be there."

The Mon growled in his irritation, he hated intruders; what’s more, he hated being woken up all the time. Huffing he rolled onto his side, turning his back to the page-caped crusader that’d so rudely awoken him. He released a yawn, threatening to fall back into the dreamland he had become so comfortably fit in.”The fuck does he want now? To whine and bitch about the Tree and the Vaccines again?”