( well that's interesting. luci crouches, arms balanced on his knees, before rubbing a hand around the soft bit of dog belly at his feet. he smiles, genuine and warm. )
How rude. You little devil. ( delighted, ) Who taught you your terrible manners?
[ she's a hellhound! she doesn't need manners, she just has to do as bid and protect the unholy spawn of the unholy father. which, speaking of the sons, they are not being well-behaved.
she's whining about it. dark prince, babysitting is hard! ]
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( well that's interesting. luci crouches, arms balanced on his knees, before rubbing a hand around the soft bit of dog belly at his feet. he smiles, genuine and warm. )
How rude. You little devil. ( delighted, ) Who taught you your terrible manners?
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she's whining about it. dark prince, babysitting is hard! ]