[Imagine his surprise when a message appeared in his journal. Well, fuck him sideways, it really works like a Hellphone. Though... he did know that to some extent, but personal messages? Oh the possibilities. But that was not here or now...
He watched the works magically scribbled on the pages, only to be stretched out.... He does know he can see all that, right? Though it brought a smirk to his face. Cute.]
Ya know I could say the same to you. it's a two way street after all.
[ Although this dumb playful banter of theirs was a relief. He for sure thought that Angel was done with his dumbass. And while that's not that big of a deal, it woulda sucked since Angel was a cool guy. Mammon didn't have many people he'd consider his friends here.]
[ So around Christmas eve, or what Mammon assumes is christmas eve, it's hard to tell in this place... anyway!! Around that time, Mammon had been out of the tree house for most of the day. Angel will find sitting on the bed he had been using a box and if he dared to open it, he'll find a crystal orb.
Carved into the crystal orb was a little piglet looking pretty pleased. (pretend it looks better than the doodle) and if he were to hold the orb he'll feel a surge of magic in the palm of his hands. If he has the orb on him, he'll have something lucky happen to him, but the luck will only be good once before it disappears.
There was no card or anything for who gave it to him though. ]
[Oh, the spider found the gift alright. Curious he opened it to see the tiny little orb. At first he didn't know what the fuck it was but on closer inspection he saw the little piglet carved into its side. What the fu-? Was... was that Fat Nuggets? Now the porn star wasn't the type to get emotional, Ha, that was a god damn lie, but he felt his eyes start to water. That fucking asshole. Angel didn't need a letter to know who was the bastard to leave him this little surprise. It sure as shit wasn't Santa.
Angel didn't care how long it was going to take, he planted himself in the dining room, legs crossed on the stool to wait for the culprit to return home. Though... during his wait, the spider miiiight have done some baking cause sitting on the table behind him was a plate of sfogliatella.]
[ Whistling some dumb tune stuck in his head for the nth time, Mammon slips into the treehouse toeing off his boots. He was coming home with an empty bag and decided to move on into the kitchen, mostly because something smelled really good in there. He froze in place when he spotted the giant spider sitting there, legs crossed.
Shit, that's the same look Lucifer gives him when he knows Mammon snuck out. ]
[Oh yeah, when the other demon rounded the corner to see the spider, he was wearing the expression of a wife waiting for their cheating husband. He didn't flinch as he cocked a brow at Mammon.]
What's up? What's up? Is that all ya got to say to me? [With a long leg he hooks his heel around a counter stool, scooting it in Mamms' direction.] Sit your ass down.
[ HE KNOWS THIS SCENARIO ALL TO WELL. NEXT ANGEL WILL BE SICKING HIS THREE HEADED GIANT DOG ON HIM!
Mammon lets out the quietest of 'eeps' and sits down on the stool as quickly as possible. If he does what he's asked maybe the 'attack' won't leave him running around the city fleeing from a giant beast. ]
[Once Mammon was sitting, Angel reached up to dig through the infinite void of his titty fluff. It was only a seconds before he pulled out the tiny bauble that a mysterious stranger gifted him.]
You're askin' about gender identity? Hm, how should I put this so its easy to understand...
So ya got two things, sex and gender. Sex is what you're born with, gender is how ya feel. But they ain't the same thing. Like chocolate and vanilla. Some people's favorite flavor is chocolate and they will eat chocolate icecream their whole lifes. Same for vanilla. But some people want a little choco-vanilla swirl~ Or like more vanilla than chocolate. Some people will just say fuck chocolate and vanilla, I want pistachio.
Take me for example. I was born a male and even though I enjoy feminine things, I still see myself as a guy. Though I do love confusing the shit out of people.
I dunno if that clears anything up or not.
it occurs to me I SHOULD HAVE APOLOGIZED FOR HIM AT THE START I AM SO SORRY
JOURNAL [Subject: Mammon]
So hey it's been a whileWhat are you up to?Hey tits[ uuuuugh!!! Why is it so hard to just say hi like a normal person? They were friends (mammon thinks???) so!!!
Because he's the biggest moron sometimes, he doesn't realize his scribbling out can still be read. ]
Yo.
JOURNAL [Subject: Angel Dust]
He watched the works magically scribbled on the pages, only to be stretched out.... He does know he can see all that, right? Though it brought a smirk to his face. Cute.]
Hey babe~ Wassup?
-XOXO
Tits ♡
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UGH!!! HE COULD READ THAT COULDN'T HE?!
so embarrassing.
So very very embarrassing. ]
Thought I'd bug you
or something
lmao
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Did ya now?
I am surprised you messaged. It HAS been a while.
Thought you forgotten about me </3
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I could say the same to you.
it's a two way street after all.
[ Although this dumb playful banter of theirs was a relief. He for sure thought that Angel was done with his dumbass. And while that's not that big of a deal, it woulda sucked since Angel was a cool guy. Mammon didn't have many people he'd consider his friends here.]
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My bad babe~
Would it make ya feel better to know that I HAVE been thinking about you? ♡
[Really though. There was this situation with a cucumber and it was a whole huge deal. Alastor was less than amused.]
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Your flattery is already workin'
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Forward dated Delivery~
Carved into the crystal orb was a little piglet looking pretty pleased. (pretend it looks better than the doodle) and if he were to hold the orb he'll feel a surge of magic in the palm of his hands. If he has the orb on him, he'll have something lucky happen to him, but the luck will only be good once before it disappears.
There was no card or anything for who gave it to him though. ]
The dick [Action]
Ha, that was a god damn lie,but he felt his eyes start to water. That fucking asshole. Angel didn't need a letter to know who was the bastard to leave him this little surprise. It sure as shit wasn't Santa.Angel didn't care how long it was going to take, he planted himself in the dining room, legs crossed on the stool to wait for the culprit to return home. Though... during his wait, the spider miiiight have done some baking cause sitting on the table behind him was a plate of sfogliatella.]
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Shit, that's the same look Lucifer gives him when he knows Mammon snuck out. ]
Ahaha.... hey there~ What's up?
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What's up? What's up? Is that all ya got to say to me? [With a long leg he hooks his heel around a counter stool, scooting it in Mamms' direction.] Sit your ass down.
[He wasn't asking.]
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Mammon lets out the quietest of 'eeps' and sits down on the stool as quickly as possible. If he does what he's asked maybe the 'attack' won't leave him running around the city fleeing from a giant beast. ]
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Care to explain this?
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journal | sender: Nameless Wanderer
[Someone has some questions.]
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How can I do ya for?
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[He doesn't care about the attractions. This gender thing, however, has him intrigued.]
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[Not was he was expecting to be asked but...]
You're askin' about gender identity? Hm, how should I put this so its easy to understand...
So ya got two things, sex and gender. Sex is what you're born with, gender is how ya feel. But they ain't the same thing. Like chocolate and vanilla. Some people's favorite flavor is chocolate and they will eat chocolate icecream their whole lifes. Same for vanilla. But some people want a little choco-vanilla swirl~ Or like more vanilla than chocolate. Some people will just say fuck chocolate and vanilla, I want pistachio.
Take me for example. I was born a male and even though I enjoy feminine things, I still see myself as a guy. Though I do love confusing the shit out of people.
I dunno if that clears anything up or not.
it occurs to me I SHOULD HAVE APOLOGIZED FOR HIM AT THE START I AM SO SORRY
[....eh, he said he was a spider so he's not human. It's fine.]
And for people who weren't born but were created?
Lol, np. I should apologize for Angel
I've been through both when I think about it. My parents 'created' me when they did the nasty. And when I died I was resharpened into what I am now.
I have a spectacular pair of tits now~ But I still feel the same inside.
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Landmind? Whoops, I'm so canon blind to Genshin haha
YOU ARE MORE THAN FINE Wanderer is just a little prickly
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Journal | Sender: Dante
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[Oh yeah, he 'borrowed' them.]
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(He is so very sure Angel has them. In which case, he at least knows where they are.)
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Don't sweat that sexy little six pack of ours. I only took 'em to go find Alastor.
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Course, if you keep going this long without bringing em back, I might have to penalize you.
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