AppleOfEye “How gracious of you, my dear lord,” The shorter chuckled back, looking down at himself and then up at the deity. “Now am I allowed to go get dressed or do you expect me to just walk around in a stolen shirt?”

AppleOfEye A pout pulled his lip in return, fixing the shirt he wore to stop sliding off his shoulder. One of Akuma’s. “I was asleep, you don’t get this pretty without beauty sleep. Not when you’re mortal at least,”