Song is Madness of Duke Venomania (universe as a whole is Evillious Chronicles)

[venomaniac]

Miss Mundane.

It is quite obvious already your infatuation with me, but--

[ NO IT'S NOT GO AWAY. Not infatuated, you're a creep, not my fault. ]

One minor thing. Well, two, if I must be a little nit-picky. The first is that I would really appreciate if you would stop threading things where I, ah, have less than fortunate experiences with the wrong end of a certain person's blade. The second is that I am not going anywhere.

[ Are you sure I can't get rid of you? I don't want to go collect you a harem, you jerkface. ]

... As I said. I am not going anywhere. Do quit your incessant whining to your very lovely friends. And find me a game, won't you? Don't lie. I know you are looking with your friend.

[ OH YEAH Venomania is his own walking content warning for potential mention of, um, less than savory sexual affairs, just throwing that out there. ]

Comments

Re: it's okay I still love you I'm just saying

[sew_together]

[ :| I'll do it. FOR THE BREASTS.]

No one has ever even cared for me to trust them.

[falseidentity]

[Man if only Asmodeus would apologize for fucking her over. 8| Also, that's not an apology, Cherub. Stop that.]

...That's all!?

[UGH SHE IS RUBBING HER TEMPLES.]

[venomaniac]

[ IT IS AS GOOD AS YOU'RE GOING TO GET WITH HIM, DEAL WITH IT. And Asmodeus never apologizes because you were really good tea. ]

Accidents happen.

[ YEAH THAT'S ALL OOPS. ]

[falseidentity]

[SHE IS NOT TEA GDIT ASMODEUS]

What am I going to do with you, Cherub?

[YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE OLDER ONE]

[venomaniac]

[ ARE TOO REALLY GOOD TEA MAYBE MINT...?? ]

... Ah, there is no need for that name, but I could think of a few things.

[ C: ]

[falseidentity]

[GROSS GO AWAY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT HER AGAIN.]

...No.

[FLICKING YOUR FOREHEAD.]

[venomaniac]

[ DID YOU JUST

...

...

...

You did. Oh my god. ]

Do I need to remind you I am not a dog? ... And why ever not?

[ LEGITIMATE QUESTION. ]

It's hardly as though we don't know each other.

[harpbeat]

[Night/pretend-this-was-night turns to day, and...]

I believe you wished to speak to me?