『𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃』
❝𝐖𝐇𝐘, 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍?❞
Quiet and reserved is what he was.
Always carrying a shiny coin to decide his fate.
How did he even get born in Hell?
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(18+)
It was noisy outside the tall building. In the inside of the room, Y/N lightly hummed as he toyed with the small butterfly resting on his gloved finger. He smiled softly at the action of its wings lightly flapping.
Meanwhile, in the front, a red imp with white spots splotched on his face paced back and forth to the meeting that's being held.
"Alright, now, I know business has been... A bit slow, lately. Yes, it's no one's fault, okay! I'm not naming any names here... Moxxie."
Blitzø said, targeting towards the imp with freckles as he glanced at him. Moxxie scowled at his boss's remark.
"Now, does anyone have, any bright ideas on how we can get business drumming up again?"
Blitzø asked. Y/N lightly perked up as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his coin. He delicately placed it on his thumb before flicking it up in the air. When the coin descended down, he lightly caught it on the back of his hand before lifting up his hand.
Tails.
He lightly put back his coin back before crossing his hands together, deciding to let the others give their ideas instead of him.
"What about a car wash?"
Millie excitedly giving her idea.
"This is hell, Millie, no one cares about car being clean here! Oh, what about a billboard?"
Blitzø exclaimed as he gestured with his arms as sparkles surrounded his grin. Moxxie scoffed as glared at the wall.
"We can't afford a billboard, sir."
"Helpful, Moxxie, really glad you're in the room right now."
