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genessia2017-05-19 01:34 am
sarcastass) wrote in genessia2017-05-19 01:34 am
Entry tags:
Give Away The Stone
Who:Szel and the worlds most patient man, Amberdrake
Where: Attleton in Drakes office
What: A fuck off angry parrot screams at a therapist he has willingly decided to see about how he doesn't need a therapist
Warnings: Will add as/if needed.
Maybe this was a little less elegant than it was last time.
If only because this obnoxious puff of opium smoke also came with the added fun of at least four feathers blasting out with it, decently sized and neatly hurling themselves across the room to land where they may.
Add into this a small cloud of downy feathers and it'd probably be kind of funny, though it might have been better not to laugh at the frazzled looking entity. Midge had tagged along for the ride this time, if only because he couldn't long tolerate not seeing anything, and at this point he didn't really care if Drake saw what the bug actually looked like.
Something told him it wouldn't gall the man that much.
The massive lightning roach sat on the demons shoulder, crooning gently in an language that sounded like a series of grinding rusty gears, insect clicking and the rattle of hollow carapaces, trying in vain to tie back the fallen seraphs mane of black hair, once again left undone.
What an entrance, Szel, ever the king of drama.
"I'm locking the door, start the clock for a hour."
Another grinding chirp from Midge.
".... Please."
Where: Attleton in Drakes office
What: A fuck off angry parrot screams at a therapist he has willingly decided to see about how he doesn't need a therapist
Warnings: Will add as/if needed.
Maybe this was a little less elegant than it was last time.
If only because this obnoxious puff of opium smoke also came with the added fun of at least four feathers blasting out with it, decently sized and neatly hurling themselves across the room to land where they may.
Add into this a small cloud of downy feathers and it'd probably be kind of funny, though it might have been better not to laugh at the frazzled looking entity. Midge had tagged along for the ride this time, if only because he couldn't long tolerate not seeing anything, and at this point he didn't really care if Drake saw what the bug actually looked like.
Something told him it wouldn't gall the man that much.
The massive lightning roach sat on the demons shoulder, crooning gently in an language that sounded like a series of grinding rusty gears, insect clicking and the rattle of hollow carapaces, trying in vain to tie back the fallen seraphs mane of black hair, once again left undone.
What an entrance, Szel, ever the king of drama.
"I'm locking the door, start the clock for a hour."
Another grinding chirp from Midge.
".... Please."