*my height against God is like a child*
Angels: is he a kid?
*literally in mid 20s when I died....*
God: I like his look
*floofs up to look scary*
Adam: *Wheezes*
*my height against God is like a child*
Angels: is he a kid?
*literally in mid 20s when I died....*
God: I like his look
*floofs up to look scary*
Adam: *Wheezes*
Hello Abel.
What's that you have on your arm, hm? A bruise?
And who gave you that? And your wings look messed up.
*Like she normally does, she seems to just pop out of nowhere, behind him, while he was looking at his arm*