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"Well, duh! There's FOOD here!"
Adam practically chirped, already mouth watering. He's a pest, Bee. You don't keep food around unless you want pests.
"Uhhh, I guess I can do the floor or a cat bed."
Yep. That explained it.
The Avatar of Gluttony stared up at the angel on her fridge, her lower arms crossing over her stomach while the upper two pressed their palms against her hips. "And you thought hiding out at my Hive was the best idea? You do know Lucifer's gonna be here soon - we're having dinner tonight."
"You're gonna have to leave. Or find a better sleeping spot, at least. I really doubt the top of my veggie fridge is comfy."
@heavensxgates | cont.
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"To be fair, I was winning in the procreation department. I always am, Bitch."
"Uuuuhhh, he still has some. Lost some. Kinda same here, ya know."
He stretches, his wings sprawling out before folding back against his shoulders once more.
"Nah, I'm good. ...Need any help?
Time to help himself to sleeping on top of Luci's fridge, wings drooped down and in the way.
You're welcome.
“… Adam what the fuck … why are you here and on my fridge “— he’s trying to make salsa, “move your wings I need onions for the salsa ..”
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Might not have a womb tattoo,
but y'know his dick's pierced.
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"Made a pissing contest on who has more kids.... forgetting that I kinda lead a good thirty-five of his kids to uh.. their deaths, yeah."
"They sucked at Battleship..."
Time to help himself to sleeping on top of Luci's fridge, wings drooped down and in the way.
You're welcome.
“… Adam what the fuck … why are you here and on my fridge “— he’s trying to make salsa, “move your wings I need onions for the salsa ..”
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Speak of the angel, and his head perks up. Adam yawns, looking at Bee from his curled up form- unmoving from his spot.
"Mighta pissed off Luci and Mikey tonight. No biggie. They'll get over it by tomorrow. Maybe not. Who cares?"
He's somehow made it into Bee's place and now napping on her fridge too. He's a menace. He cannot be stopped. Fridge nap time.
Well. This is a predicament. On the one hand: she could let him sleep, it isn't like that's her only fridge, after all, and she did tell the other Sins to bring their own sides, so they likely won't miss the guacamole. On the other hand, she can taste the lingering emotions on him - one such emotion, a familiar rage that sets in the throat like a jagged shard of ice. A rage that doesn't belong to the First Man.
"Oh, Adam. What have you done?"
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He moves his wings out of the way, curling into a ball atop of the fridge. Unmoving. No no.
"Hiding from your brother. Sleeping. Don't ask.
Time to help himself to sleeping on top of Luci's fridge, wings drooped down and in the way.
You're welcome.
“… Adam what the fuck … why are you here and on my fridge “— he’s trying to make salsa, “move your wings I need onions for the salsa ..”
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❚ ☾ ⋮ the lack of adamsapple for me to reply to is getting to me i fear
maybe thats why hes asleep
he misses his shortstack smh
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"I'M SLEEPIN' HERE."
OW, OW OW.
"UNHAND ME YOU DEVIL."
Time to help himself to sleeping on top of Luci's fridge, wings drooped down and in the way.
You're welcome.
“… Adam what the fuck … why are you here and on my fridge “— he’s trying to make salsa, “move your wings I need onions for the salsa ..”
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Tiny hands pulling on handfuls of feathers surely awaken him, and he bats one of his wings at Lucifer at full force.
"..."
"THE FUCK ARE YA DOIN?"
Time to help himself to sleeping on top of Luci's fridge, wings drooped down and in the way.
You're welcome.
“… Adam what the fuck … why are you here and on my fridge “— he’s trying to make salsa, “move your wings I need onions for the salsa ..”
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Not moving! He's eepin' baby!
Wings flutter some, but they're staying right where they are! Whatcha goin' do about it, Shorty?
Time to help himself to sleeping on top of Luci's fridge, wings drooped down and in the way.
You're welcome.
“… Adam what the fuck … why are you here and on my fridge “— he’s trying to make salsa, “move your wings I need onions for the salsa ..”
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Ah, Angelic Standoff on the Promenade he sees.
"C'mon Mikey, we're pals, remember? Bros even. Bros before hoes before kiddos. You know the Bro Code."
"Only twenty-five? That's rookie numbers, Mikey. You can fuckin' do better than THAT."
“Did I forget to mention the other thirty-five you got killed, Adam?”
Adam brother you do not want the smoke you are about to incur.
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"Stiiiill mad, got it.
Uhhh, sorry?"
"Only twenty-five? That's rookie numbers, Mikey. You can fuckin' do better than THAT."
“Did I forget to mention the other thirty-five you got killed, Adam?”
Adam brother you do not want the smoke you are about to incur.
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"You can't still be mad at that! They didn't want to live anyways!"
"Only twenty-five? That's rookie numbers, Mikey. You can fuckin' do better than THAT."
“Did I forget to mention the other thirty-five you got killed, Adam?”
Adam brother you do not want the smoke you are about to incur.
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"They fuckin' sucked at Battleship..?"
"Only twenty-five? That's rookie numbers, Mikey. You can fuckin' do better than THAT."
“Did I forget to mention the other thirty-five you got killed, Adam?”
Adam brother you do not want the smoke you are about to incur.
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"I'm not a fucking bird."
#𓆩✝𓆪 ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜɪᴛ; ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ʀɪᴏᴛ! ⌞𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇⌟#❚ ☾ ⋮ my girlfriend's asking how do we wake the bird up#❚ ☾ ⋮ the bird being adam
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please let me finish my drafts you asshole
why are you the muse giving me writers block
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❚ ☾ ⋮ man maybe I should work on my multi muse I wanna make a right hand woman specifically for Michael and a sleepy boy angel now too bye
Everytime I’m off my meds I’m creative 💀
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