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"dad? "

@damian-morningstar

"Yes Damian?" The King of Wrath asked raising a brow at his son.

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Hey so my activity is gonna be very sporadic cause I am currently sick but I will try to do some stuff cause I still have fun on here

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Hey I just wanted to say, while my activity is still pretty down, I do appreciate every ask I get, but I do prefer to have people off anon if they want to spark a thread through an ask, since I like to dm to plot out stuff if possible, just wanted to say it, still appreciate everything though.

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28 ударов ножом!!! Ты действовал наверняка?!!

"WHAT?!"

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Hey, Chaz, can you help me? Well, basically… Striker drank too much liquid, which causes system malfunctions in living organisms! What did the other robots say? Mmm… Alpekol… Amelgol… Alpha… Oh shit! Anyway, he's out of order… Other robots have told me that if you put a malfunctioning living organism under cold water, it will reboot! If so, then please fill the bath and help me!!! Oh mechanics, woe is me with these pieces of flesh!

Chaz blinked in confusion but gently took the red faced and word slurring cowboy in his arms, Striker giggling softly as his tail wrapped around Chaz's leg with a squeeze, making the shark blush as he chuckled "Heheh Oookay, um Strike's can't breath underwater but a nice bath should do him fine, he's not malfunctioning, just cutely drunk~" Chaz said nuzzling the cowboy softly as he walked them to the bathroom, turning on the faucet as the tub filled with lukewarm water, placing Striker on the counter so he could undress him, Striker constantly trying to mack on him as he did so.

"Heheh aww... anyway thanks for bringing Strike's home, I've never seen him this drunk before." Chaz asked, eyeing the person as he giggled.

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Striker, hurry up, take off your pants! The guests are coming soon, and you're walking around in these dirty, holey ones… Look, they're already ringing the doorbell!

Striker straight up grabs the anon with a glare as his tail rattles angrilly as he gets face to face with them. "First of all, there not dirty, Second, torn jeans are a fucking sexy style. And third of all, who do you think you are to boss me around, and who are these guests?"

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Not Mammon teleporting around hell causing chaos just to land on the other sin suddenly. "Hah! Nice catch Oz!"

"Ozzie was just going about his day, doing errands around Lust before the familiar static charged the air above him, in more long dormant instinct then anything else he stepped back and put out his arms to catch the spider sin awkwardly, luckily Mammon was much lighter then he looked, so his size was the most awkward thing about suddenly having him dropped into his arms, Ozzie looking at him with both a confused and tired expression.

"Mammon... Why exactly are you teleporting in a way that could send you falling into a poorly placed puddle if I wasn't here?" He asked suspiciously, cocking his head to the numerous puddles dotting the side walk.

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Olivine watches Striker doing cleaning as he wanted to help. "Can I help carry stuff for you?"

Striker looked over from a box he was carrying to the priest, with a slight raised brow "Hmm sure you can I suppose, I honestly forget you have a good amount of muscle on you Olive Branch, just don't strain yourself." Striker said continuing his work

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"Well whatever you do do it far away from our apartment, I ain't gonna be letting you break more of my stuff." Striker said pointing for her to leave with a tired tone

@southernhellsbell kicks in there door. "Where's mAh money mother fucker?"

The door being kicked in snaps a trip wire, causing a heavy net falls from the ceiling, wrapped around several heavy metal balls to make it hard to get out under of without help. Rapid footsteps rounding the corner, revealing Striker, revolver in hand, pointing at her before recognition flashed in his eyes

"Mi-Milldred!? What the hell are you doing here? We didn't take any fucking money, though I just might now for you damaging my door like that.." Striker remarked with a sassy flick of his tail, setting the gun at his hip, the cowboy a bit dressed down, just in a black t shirt, with pants boots and gloves, lacking his jacket and hat.

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*cracking knuckles, looking haughtily at the imp-cowboy* Well, skinny, how about arm-wrestling? Just don't cry if your arm hurts later!

"Ohohoh~ Don't worry about me, worry about yourself, it'll be your arm that's hurting, my arms are plenty strong, unlike your smarts hotshot~ Who are you anyway~?"

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Strikes, why do you have such a muscular chest on such a skinny body? Do you go to the gym?

"Well yeah sometimes, Ozzie even has a personal one he let's me use, actually helps work my flexibility and athleticism with how oversized his shit is. But the simple answer is I use my core strength a lot, my arms and legs too but burning all those calories doesn't large up a waistline. Plus my metabolism is pretty strong, so I don't gain much even If i'd try. Why do y'all care so much? Ozzie is like.. the same situation but he has pecs the size of wrath and a waist that's as snatchable as most."

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*whispers* I heard that Robo-Fizz once bit off the frontal lobe of a little imp in Loo-Loo-Land. Is that true?

"NO IT IS-IS NOT!?! I'm sick and tired of what I do being mixing up with that darn bear, I have never bitten a k-kiddie! L-Let alone deep enough to give them brain damage! Yall really think I would have survived that gig without being turned into scrap if I ga-gave Mammon's precious park bad publicity like that!

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Guess how many times you kiss Striker during a game of spin the bottle?

"I don't know about during, it is a game of chance unless you get really good at putting the right amount of force into it, but after I think Strike's wouldn't mind a make out sesh with your's truly, and I don't mind waiting a bit. We do more then just kissing all the tiiimeee~"

*Is actually really fucking good at putting the right amount of force into it* A-As many times I want~"

"Well given the choice between him and Fizz, It's obvious who'd I'd aim for, but Striker does have a habit of running his mouth, I can't deny it'd be nice to shut him up in such an intimate way, two or three times maybe, depends on many factors."

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Throws pies at Chaz and Striker’s faces! April Fools!!

Chaz takes it face first while Striker dodges it well, only to be hit by the splatter from Chaz, making his groan wiping it off "Egh, not even a good flavor, why does this holiday always have to be such a hassle.." Striker says as Chaz happily licks the mess off his own face like a cartoonish dog complete with wagging tail.

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*pours sneezing pepper into Striker's hat* Hee-hee-hee! Time for some pranks! *hears his footsteps, quickly hides, trying not to laugh*

Striker casually walks into the room, sitting down as he shrugs off his jacket, picking his hat up to fan himself with it, only to wave the pepper right into his face, and tense up before he sneezes loudly, before two more even louder times, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth to try to stop the reaction as he had his tail swipe him a tissue and blew his nose hard, noticing the odd pepper flakes and realizing what happened as he got up, spinning out his guns

"Who here felt like being funny when it wasn't welcome..?" He asked with a rattle of his tail, looking around for the slightest movement like a hawk with an unhinged expression

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Striker blinked in surprise "Huh.. Honestly surprised you folks have that much to lose with how frivolous Blitz is with money.. Well It wasn't Chaz I can tell you that much. We share the finances here, I would know." He explained.

@southernhellsbell kicks in there door. "Where's mAh money mother fucker?"

The door being kicked in snaps a trip wire, causing a heavy net falls from the ceiling, wrapped around several heavy metal balls to make it hard to get out under of without help. Rapid footsteps rounding the corner, revealing Striker, revolver in hand, pointing at her before recognition flashed in his eyes

"Mi-Milldred!? What the hell are you doing here? We didn't take any fucking money, though I just might now for you damaging my door like that.." Striker remarked with a sassy flick of his tail, setting the gun at his hip, the cowboy a bit dressed down, just in a black t shirt, with pants boots and gloves, lacking his jacket and hat.

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"Settle down already. Chaz can't handle a dollar now without getting stressed, did you seriously come here off of baseless rumors Milldred? Is there even any money missing from yall's records?" He questioned

@southernhellsbell kicks in there door. "Where's mAh money mother fucker?"

The door being kicked in snaps a trip wire, causing a heavy net falls from the ceiling, wrapped around several heavy metal balls to make it hard to get out under of without help. Rapid footsteps rounding the corner, revealing Striker, revolver in hand, pointing at her before recognition flashed in his eyes

"Mi-Milldred!? What the hell are you doing here? We didn't take any fucking money, though I just might now for you damaging my door like that.." Striker remarked with a sassy flick of his tail, setting the gun at his hip, the cowboy a bit dressed down, just in a black t shirt, with pants boots and gloves, lacking his jacket and hat.