He is bothered
He is walking into the roads to look for a tabacchino, he has only a packet of cigarettes and he knows that in two hours he will not have nothing in the packet.
He wears a black coat with a white shirt, a black cravat and black pants, he wears sunglasses.
He wears a black coat with a white shirt, a black cravat and black pants, he wears sunglasses.
1 | Jul 22nd 2017 06:35
Blood of a drunkard.
He snapped his fingers letting a packet of cigs appear in his hand, then handed it to the unknown KoZ. — There you go and send my regards to Viktor Jägermeister. —
Max. He burped loudly and started to have some sick feeling, being indeed close to vomit.
°Viktor Jägermeister? You know him? And you are?° He tries to smell what he is but he is not an expert from Eath creature.
— That is not exactly how fatherhood works. — he frowned. — That is just Greater Demon>Warlock thing. — he muttered.
— It is a baby, he has to eat once every two hours, I could never go out anymore if I had to follow that rule! —
He nodded. — I know him, I am Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn. —
But for today you are safe I will not say the same next time. ° He rolls his eyes, °And my name is Roman Riddle, King of the bitches.° He OBVIOUSLY is sarcastic but he takes Asmodeus hand and bows a little. (E che cazzo sto OBVIOUSLY che me lo trasforma sempre in tutto maiuscolo.)
— I wish I was that righteous! — he replied to Asmodeus words about rules.
— Don't you dare use such tone in front of my little blueberry! Nor my father. —