raphael.

Too many, I fear, my dear.

Is that not what it means to live.

So years after /that/ incident.

There is still a mess.

Being a devil is ever so /fun/.

EEK.

…… ???

Am /I/ dead? Or is as that a really long nap.

WHUH?

…

There’s no cheese in the box of ice.

Of course, dear.

I can do it no other way!

[And then he hangs up.

But moments later he appears in front of Feyran, organ illusion in front of him. Raphael starts to loudly play the organ but there is enough room on the seat he sits on for two people.]

Why hello, my dear. Hop on.

Oh?

What have you gotten yourself into now…?

FIANCÉ! @feyranlavellan.bsky.social

Shit. It was. Oh.

SIGH I got blood on my books.

You’re creative in different ways, hm?

Indeed.

Only a true expert would know. Wouldn’t they?

You should write some yourself!

She should leave your crusty ass. Humph.

[He squints at it.]

Ah.

I will not spoil it for you. But I do remember they describe my rump I quite a lot of detail.

And what are you doing, little fox?

Spoon

This house of hope

Your spoon.

Don’t you DARE talk about my mother.

You piss me off.

I’m about to throw viscera in your face and mouth.

[slips on some viscera on the floor. Stumbles. Everyone saw that.]

// why did that post twice kill
Me

I am…?

Where there’s smoke, there’s a hole to the hells?