DECElVINGS
// man ,, i miss you ): got locked out of @sataniic
bowlman
-STARCELESTIAL
‘ okay — so , I got a great business plan for the two of us — ‘
the girl’s mind swirled as she walked in , broad chested and confident with a piece of cardboard tucked under her slim arms.
moralmissions
beck -
bowlman
@ofdisirontegrate what are you — * the males eyes gleamed over with confusion , before furrowing together - a small grin spreading onto his melancholyed expression * oh ! y’know , i thought it’d take you longer to find out . . but you’re a smart kid — i guess it was inevitable in the end . * his glove clad hands crossed over his armored chest as his dark eyes flickered between the male and his eyes , a dry chuckle escaping him as he frowned . * now what are you going to do , hm ? fight me ? throw me into jail ? no one’ll believe you , kid .
bowlman
/ haven’t been on in forever oop —
redsriot
this message may be offensive
/ friday :
quentin :
friday :
friday : * / a T T A C K / *
quentin : sHIT —
bowlman
this message may be offensive
/ quentin : i’m not getting into
any more silly arguments with you .
tony , not even looking up
from his coffee : the earths not
a planet
quentin , knocking over his
weird helmet : how the FUCK
IS EARTH NOT A PLANET
bowlman
@bookishyandere alright , if you say so — * still keeping tabs on her skittish nature , he grinned , slowly nodding his head before pausing * yes . i er . . my job requires me to be fully plated at all times — it’s rather . . dangerous , what i do .
bowlman
@bookishyandere * the unmasked figure turned his gaze down at the smaller figure , a small smile growing on the mans bearded features * oh ! it’s no problem , kid — accidents happen . . say , are you alright ? you seem a little fidgety —
asgardsavior
why is there a fish bowl on your head ?
bowlman
@poseidonmade * clearly , the male in front of him didn’t know what SARCASM meant , so in a turn of events he sighed deeper , eyes rolling to the sides before pressing his hands firmly together * look , kid , im sorta in a hurry & i don’t need some fish talker to stop me . alright ? alright —
bowlman
@poseidonmade * a very long , drawn out sigh was emitted from beneath the glass dome * i keep fish in here , obviously . now scram —
bowlman
/ canon can go suck my dick —
_-Wild_Annus-_
Dani had went over to the elegantly dressed man after he had fought the elementalbeast off. "My goodness, sir.. Thank you for helping us mister, uh... Pearl head?" She said, not knowing whet her wouod go by. His helmet would look like a frosty pearl, or an awkward fish bowl filled with smoke or whatever.
sataniic
; eeehh it's crappy sorry !
it was date night and lucifer had PROMISED to take quentin out for dinner since he had actually lost a bet - but if we're being honest here lucifer had intentionally decided to lose as he actually did fancy beck quite a bit . i mean he was such a darling and he was awfully cute , it would be impossible to not be attracted to him - such a complex creature he was , yet he endured in such people .
picking up his phone that he rarely used the man had decided to send a simple quick message to the brunet to bail out of the dinner . look , it wasn't anything against beck at all . he just was so nervous about it that he just felt like it would end in nothing but a disaster , usually he wouldn't care but he DID want to impress beck - it's just nothing ever went right for him , nothing good at least .
❛ hello , darling . something has come up . sorry . ❜
he was so cold with his choice of words and he hadn't exactly thought of it like he usually did . but beck wouldn't mind right ? i mean he never seemed interested in him nor just the idea - unless he was just teasing lucifer about taking him out to dinner . he didn't know how to exactly feel about the whole idea . beck would SURELY be ' fine ' .
sataniic
;
he wasn't expecting a reply from the illusionist but then again he had thought that the other would have at least sent an emoji or an ' okay ' yet nothing was sent in return . well , each to their own right ? this was definitely not how things would have gone down so far . yeah , yeah bailing out wasn't the best of ideas but the devil was NOT here to please anyone unless it benefited himself . this wouldn't have benefited anyone at all . . . right ?
shaking his head the devil let the whole situation from his mind , there was no need to worry . beck was simply another human in which lucifer couldn't ' unfortunately ' keep his promise to - it's not like it hasn't been the first time he has done this . look at the world around you , tell me whether everyone is content ? the answer is a straight ( pun intended ) no . everyone had problems , nothing ever went according to plan such as the time lucifer had tried to overthrown the one that must not be named .
lucifer planed down his phone on the desk and peered out the window , it would be best for the duo to simply remain on seeing one another in a blue moon ( metaphorically speaking ) .
loosening his tie the brunet wandered towards the let out a heavy sigh that he had subconsciously been holding in . quentin would be fine , and if he wasn't lucifer would definitely check in some time later . as of now , the demonic being went off doing minor tasks to prevent himself from being so caught up with the human being .
bowlman
@sataniic dressed in a rather fancy looking suit , a tall figure stood in front of the ‘ alle corone ’ , their eyes staying glued to the little device in their hands before a deep , unamused frown settled upon their perfect lips . ‘ did i just get stood up ? ’ quentins mind races with these damnful thoughts , stuffing the cellular device back into his back pockets before gesturing for the waiter to come outside with his check . in hind sight , he really should’ve waited before ordering for BOTH males , as he quickly lashed out his wallet and handed over a crisp fifty dollar bill to the surprised younger male , a rather lackluster ‘ keep the change ’ rattling through the air as he quickly walked off the little restaurants front porch . with that being said , quentins dark eyes scanned over the murky waters of venice , a confused glint washing over his cynical features . had he done something wrong ? perhaps he had offended the demon somehow ? continuing these thoughts he walked onto one of the many late night boats , requesting the driver to ‘ remare rapidamente ’ . with that , it seemed the awfully expensive suit and becks good morale suddenly washed down the drain , his mind trying to distract him with the beautiful sights of italy .