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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black]She could cry and shite to Demae. He'd be cool about it and they could make flower crowns to cheer her up. Ideally a friendship will come out of it.
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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black][b]"Be-fuckin'-gock, my friends.", he called, in search of attention. He did not simply want to wander over without his voice and be torn briskly to shreds with the members mistaking him for an ordinary chicken dinner. No, no, that would be a tragedy. Zerubabbel would probably be delighted but Demaenetus had his control for once and wasn't willing to let the angel have his way. "I'm here to join. Name's Demaenetus. If any preachy sonuvabitch words come out of my mouth it's probably that parasite Zerubabbel speakin' through me." A heads-up was always good.
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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black][b]"That's what I said." Did no harm to be a funny guy, at least, for him. He was only messing around and his tone should convey that. People always had to make things too personal and take them beyond what had been intended which he found hilarious. He didn't suppose she'd react that way though so held off sneering right away and anticipating the rant he might get about being respectful. "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! Zeru, you bastard, show'er what she's won." Here he pulled a beaky grin and shook his head. "I kid, I kid." That should translate to gibberish to them. He had come to find out that it wasn't a common phrase. "Good to meetcha', Lacework. Yep."
To possess someone else seemed impossible for him. He liked his body as it was and couldn't give less of a care if the other body was a dragon's or a decked out lion's with a scorpion tail plus a pair of wings. He liked being small because it gave him an advantage half the time and since no one expected anything from roosters they'd get their asses handed to them. Pecking was far superior to biting. It stunk like a snake bite and left a mark like a dog's. "How should I know? Don't think you'd even want to, anyways. I'm a funner guy than him." Sure, it wasn't a word but he liked the sound of it and no one could argue with him. "Hey, Azys."
Little guys ought to stick together and that was what resounded in his thick mind once he laid beady eyes on the other. Meerkats had sharp teeth that could crush the hell out of insects and he had a pecker fit to stab through the same group. They'd be a fighting pair and would definitely be the bug defense squad of the clan if Demaenetus was able to win the semi-approval of the leader. He'd aim for it. Ambitions were hard to come by and this new one put together in a few seconds with a lousy backing would satisfy him.
"Hi, Munch. Gimme wing." He held up the black feathers and awaited an animal equivalent of a high-five that probably would not happen.
She was a cute hell hound. Far from the influence of her dad and acceptance in Hell society but still cute. That cuteness might do her well if ever she had to descend into the fiery pits depending on whether Lucifer himself was in the mood to see cute things. "How're you, Blessedpup? If I weren't condemned I'd say that I was blessed to meetcha'." Another silly toothless grin.
"Thanks, Ululare." He sure didn't look like he thought it was good to have him in the clan. He'd keep all sarcastic remarks concerning that fact to himself. It would be suicide to piss the leader off. Especially if he was going through with his bug defense squad idea.
He was going through with that.
Someone needed a translator through the thick smoke of Brooklyn. He'd croak a dry cough if he wouldn't come off as nuts as the preacher. "Be glad to take advantage of it, miss. Once I get unpacked I'll keep ya' posted."
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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black]The welcoming committee looked to be in order and he decided he'd waltz himself into it, not that it was official or anything. By all standards it was unofficial and unofficial affairs were his favorite. All un-, dis- and mis- related stuff was what he treasured, in general. [b]"'ey there, kid. I'm Demaenetus."
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[size=10]spacehere[fancypost bgcolor=#212121; bordercolor=#0F0F0F; width: 320px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt][color=black][b]"We stuck on repeat, guys? I kid, I kid." The rooster jaunted over, a sluggish step to step transition making up his walking cycle. The enthusiasm from the first day had gone out of his eyes and in there was held the same lethargic attitude his motions reflected. Being around a lot of unique people sure worked up a sweat.
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