Of course. Lemme hop up so I don't crush you, alright?
[.......But first, a little more face-scrubbing, because his dumb ass does not think about things like 'being scented' nor even think to read Wriothesley's mind to understand the gesture. Surely this is just because he likes being petted so much, and who is Satan to deny him? Just...Just a few more seconds.
Okay, alright. Gotta get moving. One last little scruff, before he slips off Wriothesley's chest with a grunt, shifting a bit more furniture around just to make sure there's enough room for the pair of them. ...Okay, maybe he's used to being ginormous in his other form, because he's really moving furniture around until the walls are lined, oops.
Anyway. That lovely bergamot scent mixing with the sunbathing cat smell Satan always has? Sharply replaced by fire and brimstone scent, a plume of thick, black smoke obscuring his form until it wicks away and leaves. Uh. this fucking guy. There's a full sprite that reveals Satan's pretty much all legs in this form, but can I find it? No. Just imagine he has really long legs. Supermodel legs. Still bulky as shit, though, even if he's only two and a half metres tall.]
This's how I like to show up if any human tries summoning us. Scares away the ones who aren't ready, kahaha! Whaddya think?
[Even his words are marked with red, foamy slaver dripping from his jaw. Real sexy. It looks as though he's as smooth as a Ken doll downstairs (bar a faint bulge, perhaps), though. How's...How's he planning on fucking his dog wife? Wait and see.]
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[.......But first, a little more face-scrubbing, because his dumb ass does not think about things like 'being scented' nor even think to read Wriothesley's mind to understand the gesture. Surely this is just because he likes being petted so much, and who is Satan to deny him? Just...Just a few more seconds.
Okay, alright. Gotta get moving. One last little scruff, before he slips off Wriothesley's chest with a grunt, shifting a bit more furniture around just to make sure there's enough room for the pair of them. ...Okay, maybe he's used to being ginormous in his other form, because he's really moving furniture around until the walls are lined, oops.
Anyway. That lovely bergamot scent mixing with the sunbathing cat smell Satan always has? Sharply replaced by fire and brimstone scent, a plume of thick, black smoke obscuring his form until it wicks away and leaves. Uh. this fucking guy. There's a full sprite that reveals Satan's pretty much all legs in this form, but can I find it? No. Just imagine he has really long legs. Supermodel legs. Still bulky as shit, though, even if he's only two and a half metres tall.]
This's how I like to show up if any human tries summoning us. Scares away the ones who aren't ready, kahaha! Whaddya think?
[Even his words are marked with red, foamy slaver dripping from his jaw. Real sexy. It looks as though he's as smooth as a Ken doll downstairs (bar a faint bulge, perhaps), though. How's...How's he planning on fucking his dog wife? Wait and see.]