He probably can't unfortunately.
How can the hellhound help her
Jay
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He probably can't unfortunately.
How can the hellhound help her
Lol true! Jay sighed as she took a seat next to the jackalope demon.
Of course Orchidβs a good listener. Have you seen her ears? π She sits down, patting the space next to her.
She's bored and tired of other demons ignoring her. Maybe she should go back to bed.
What's going on with the sabertooth?
She definitely needs to talk to someone and Orchid seems to be really friendly and a good listener.
β¦..Does she wanna talk?
//idk why I'm still in this fandom.....it's sucks and people are rude I swear
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//π God damn it I feel like I chased that Striker away now.....they dropped the rp we were doing.......I feel so depressed now
She had a look of sympathy in her eyes. "You poor thing....I know you're a deadly assassin and you're very capable of protecting yourself but.....I-I want to protect you.....from the jerks at least anyway. I'm sorry for imprinting on you so early....." Jay covered her face, embarrassed.
α α α α α α β Don't sweat it. It's best if I don't get hurt with the nasty fights I've had over the last week. Almost had my nose and a foot broken. β α α What he didn't tell the sabertooth was that bandage on his arm was from getting stabbed. That left one was still quite sore, for sure.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to assume....I got worried that....I just don't......I don't want you to get hurt......I've......I imprinted on you already it seems......sorry." She LOOOVE him already, how cute.
α α α α α α Even he had his own limitations. α α He sighed as he looked at the bandage across his arm, a newly made scar from a nasty fight he encountered a few days prior. α α β Why would I be involved in some sort of transmission deal with it? I may be an arms dealer, but that's going too far. β
Jay took a sip as she continued to listen. She almost spat when she heard what Striker had to say but quickly swallowed the coffee. "I don't like this.....you.....you're not involved I hope. This sounds more beyond dangerous...."
α α α α α α White roast was done. Setting that cup of coffee right next to her as he sat down with his hazelnut roast across from her. α α β This... being... is far more superior with how rare his species is than I would ever believe. Apparently he made an angelic blood-fused arm for the Lieutenant? β
As she waited patiently for her coffee she listened to what Striker had to say. "Oh......that could be very good or very bad. Bad most likely in my opinion....but I've been wrong before."
α α α α α α β It seems that someone from the Pride ring is making peace trades with the first Lieutenant of Heaven. β α α His mind was slowly beginning to race with the thought of the cambion he negotiated to work with. He just hoped it went without any troubles. α α Taking a swig of his coffee.
Internally screaming! He called her sweetheart! Play it cool Jay don't fuck this up. She looked around and sat down in one of the chairs at a table. "Oh really? Do tell."
α α α α α α β Yer very much welcome, sweetheart. β α α Shaking the hazelnut creamer up and pouring some in his cup of medium roast before closing the top and putting it back in the cabinet. α α β I heard some news from outside the Wrath ring that I thought was really interestin'. β
In the meantime, she started to stretch her body and wings with a yawn, showing off the entire length of her sabers. "Sorry, I'm a little bit sleepy. The coffee should wake me up though. Thanks for making some just for me by the way, it's very sweet of you."
α α α α α α β So white roast. Gotcha. β α α Whilst brewing himself a medium roast, the other coffee machine he was fixing with the request from the sabertooth. α α His coffee was done by the time he started the white roast for her on the other, grabbing from the cabinet hazelnut coffee creamer.
She's awake early for once. That's unlike her, she usually sleeps all day. "Ugh what time is it?"
Jay typically didn't drink coffee very often but she was willing to today, she was pretty tired. "As light as possible, dark is way too strong for me. Uh....I hope that's okay?"
α α α α α α He would enter behind and close the door as the two entered the building. α α Looks like there was a couple of cups already prepared next to the coffee machine. He had it brewing for a bit. α α β How do you usually like your coffee, Jay? β α α He wasn't the biggest fan of dark roast.
Jay nodded and followed him over to the entrance and entered the building with a sweet smile on her face as Striker held the door open for her. "Thank you." Just how she likes her men. Sigh, it's always the bad boys with her.
α α α α α α β The main lounge room has a coffee and espresso maker, ground floor. Come on in. I'll show ya around. β α α He would walk over to the entrance of his headquarters and hold the door open with his tail for the sabertooth. α α β Miss. . after you. β α α Arrogant? Sure. Gentleman? Definite.
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"Of course not, why would I mess with you like that? I'm not that much of a bitch hah." With a big, sweet smile, her eyes lit up with excitement. "Really!? I would love to."
α α α α α α He'd have to think on that for a moment. α α He slowly paces around before finally turning to her with an emotion of surprise on him. α α β Yer not kidding. . . hmββ well, we can at least talk over a few cups of coffee and then go from there if ya want a date, Jay. β
That's....actually surprising. With him being a handsome assassin cowboy and all. "Yeah....I was uh.....would you uh......wanna go out on a date with me? Don't feel like you have to say yes on my account. I'm not exactly the prettiest girl in hell so...."
α α α α α α β No? Kinda hard to get a relationship around this part of the Wrath ring. β α α Turning and standing back up to face her. α α β Is there something you wanna ask, miss? β
>> He yelled at me in his Striker voice, asking why I wasn't there and I absolutely lost it! I almost cried! I was so happy, best surprise gift ever!
//I'll never forget when my girlfriend went to con in Minnesota and she met Edward Bosco. She told Ed about how much of a Striker simp I am and then he demanded to call me from her phone lol. >>
She watched him curiously. For an assassin he's pretty nice. At least that's what she thinks. ππ "Err.....do you have a......hah damn nerves......are you uh....spoken for?"
α α α α α α He slowly raised an eyebrow, taking a third puff of his cigar, smoke only bellowing out of his nostrils. α α He's listening, crouching down to tighten a bandage up on his left leg that he sustained on one of his last jobs.
"Well if I need someone gone I'll definitely come find you!.......uh......Striker, can I ask you something? I mean you obviously don't have to answer and.....I'm just curious I suppose." Current hand gesture: ππ
α α α α α α β No need to apologize, lass. β α α Putting the cigar back in his mouth as he let out a loud groan whilst stretching. α α β I could use some opportunity now to grow my business from an independent job, if you know the right people. β