Hoki
Bird Brain
"If I may interject," the demon tried, lightly raising a hand, "I can stay here with Vytas; it's really no trouble, and he can explore a little more while you two visit that friend."
Realizing that it didn't sound as right as he intended, instead seeming like they had to listen to him. Shion quickly shook his head, trying to correct his mistake. "I-it's only an idea," he hurriedly said, "But I can protect him if need be, and...and I thought it'd be more fun for him while you two saw that friend. Maybe for only fifteen, or twenty minutes more before heading back-- I gotta get him that souvenir, probably a pretzel or soft taco from the 24-hour taco truck around the corner--" He sometimes forget how good his nose was. "--but it's only an idea."
@Axel1313 @Beowulf @Aridis
The devil walked along the beam of the ceiling, hands tucked away in his baggy back pockets. He was in some branch of the castle, a maid having summoned him for companionship as she swabbed the elegant floors clean - and she did a fantastic job, really. Marx was starting to get bored out of his mind, wondering who his next caller would be, or what they wanted; if nothing happened soon, maybe he'd go hang out with Sarah and Michael on the Surface.
See, they were these human children that always played in the neighborhood park all the time, no matter the weather conditions. Where they were, it was sunny and warm; aka a big change from the Underground. Marx was their "imaginary friend", usually only showing up when they "looked" for him except during the times when he was more bored than hell itself.
Like right now.
Realizing that it didn't sound as right as he intended, instead seeming like they had to listen to him. Shion quickly shook his head, trying to correct his mistake. "I-it's only an idea," he hurriedly said, "But I can protect him if need be, and...and I thought it'd be more fun for him while you two saw that friend. Maybe for only fifteen, or twenty minutes more before heading back-- I gotta get him that souvenir, probably a pretzel or soft taco from the 24-hour taco truck around the corner--" He sometimes forget how good his nose was. "--but it's only an idea."
@Axel1313 @Beowulf @Aridis
The devil walked along the beam of the ceiling, hands tucked away in his baggy back pockets. He was in some branch of the castle, a maid having summoned him for companionship as she swabbed the elegant floors clean - and she did a fantastic job, really. Marx was starting to get bored out of his mind, wondering who his next caller would be, or what they wanted; if nothing happened soon, maybe he'd go hang out with Sarah and Michael on the Surface.
See, they were these human children that always played in the neighborhood park all the time, no matter the weather conditions. Where they were, it was sunny and warm; aka a big change from the Underground. Marx was their "imaginary friend", usually only showing up when they "looked" for him except during the times when he was more bored than hell itself.
Like right now.