Stolas stood in the kitchen of Asmodeus' personal home feeling smaller than ever. For the Sin of Lust to call him up again after rejecting his intial request, well, Stolas wasnt really sure what to think of the matter. There had to be a good reason, right?
But of course the Sin had to be running late, ever a busy man. Stolas had been lead toward the dining area by a female imp and left behind alone to agonize over his own thoughts. That was, of course, until the doors flung open and in walked a somewhat familiar Jester. A cool sense of dread pooled low in the Prince's gut. He hadnt actually had a conversation with Fizzarolli outside of the...taunting that happened back at the lounge. "Ah, Hello..."
//; I hope this is okay! I can redo if not.