When the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) are called in to kill a target from Hell, Loona the hellhound finds a lost human boy snooping on them.
Suddenly guilty of harming him, she brings him to their home in Hell to patch him up, and later on...
As Loona ran the boy a shower, the water streaming down on his body washed the wine off, turning the water in the tub crimson red as the night sky in Hell.
"Oh no, Loona!" he playfully exclaimed. "I'm bleeding!"
"Gasp! Whatever shall I do?" Loona broke out laughing at the boy's imagination. "Shall I, lick it all better...?"
"Eww, Loona!" pouted Balin continuing his playful behaviour.
"I'm joking, I'm joking, Meal." Loona calmed down with a final chuckle. "I don't like the taste of blood. Most of the time. But be thankful I'm no vampire."
"Well then, thank Gosh." he smiled, as Loona started washing the rest of the wine off with a bar of soap.
In no time at all, the shower was finished and Loona picked up Balin, sniffing all over his body for a final check-up.
"There. Now you smell like milk bottles again." she sighed in a smile as she put him down.
"Thanks, Loona." replied Balin, as he began drying himself off with a towel. "Hey, um... can I ask you something?"
"Sure, sweetie." Loona crouched down to his level. "Talk."
"I know how much you've loved my singing. It's because of the lullabies you've been singing me a couple of times that I've sung for you guys onstage." explained the little boy. "I was wondering, could I sing you to sleep tonight?"
"Sing ME to sleep, eh?" her ears then perked up in intrigue.
Normally, Loona would get her sleep by listening to sleep sounds. Like, wolves howling in the winter breeze of Alaska. And she 'definitely' would NEVER let Blitzø sing her to sleep during her time in his apartment, on account that he'd sing like a dying cow or he'd sing her to sleep with Taylor Swift songs... or both.
"Why not?" she then showed a small smile and ruffled Balin's hair slowly.
A few moments later...
Balin was standing in Loona's room looking away as she changed into her night-gown. He tried to whistle to pass the time, but still couldn't figure out how.
Pretty soon, Loona was all dressed and ready for bed, lying down on her side as she pulled her blanket up.
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"Alright kiddo. Work your magic." she grinned looking at him.
Balin then cleared his throat as he placed his hand into Loona's paw, and began singing...
"MISS INDEPENDENT (Loona's Lullaby)" by NE-YO:
A/N: Imagine this being played on piano only.
BALIN:Ooh it's somethin' about, Just somethin' about the way she move. I can't figure it out, It's somethin' about her.
'Cause she walk like a boss Talk like a boss Manicured claws to set the pedicure off She's fly effortlessly
