forum Where angels fall. (Open!)

Started February 27, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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"I could probably kick his ass myself but he'd end up crying for the next eon and a half and I am not in the mood to listen to that." she giggles.

Kreo grins. “I hear you on that one.” He sighs.

Chrisy gets a possibly dumb brain b^ubble.

"Hey, quick question. If given the chance, without any consequences, ignoring any moral boundaries, woul you deathsnuggle God?' she asks.

He barks a laugh. “I cant unfortunately. It would destroy the balance. I respect all religions. Just not that guy-“

"I did ask, 'without any consequences.'" she chuckles.

He pauses, “Oh- well-“ he sighs, going quiet.

"Well?" she asks, looking Kreo in the peepers. She knew what his answer would be. She just wanted to hear him say it.

He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Honestly…maybe…”

Chrisy grins.

"Make some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). I'll be down in a bit." she says.

He hums, walking away.

Chrisy looks up at the ceiling.

"You're next, you prissy son of a bitch." she smirks up at God, flipping him off, before strolling into what she assumed was Kreo's human containment unit and raiding his shirt drawer.

She then walks downstairs.

Kreo was clearing off a clutter-filled table, humming a soft melody to himsefl as he worked. “Supper is almost done.” He says softly.

"Alright." Chrisy chuckles.

She pulls out one of the chairs and sits in it, her legs crossed at the ankles.

Kreo walks out to the kitchen, then comes back and sets a plate down in front of her. “I hope this is alright. I have no brain b^ubble what you prefer to eat so I made pasta.” He smiles, sitting down in a butt holder by a corner. He didn’t even get a plate for himself.

Chrisy snorts.

"I'm not picky." she says, grabbing a mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) trident and tearing into the spaghetti in a very un-ladylike way. Not that she cared what was ladylike and what wasn't.

Kreo hums, nodding. He gets out a sketch grimoire and begins drawing, averting his attention away from her.

Chrisy looks over and tilts her head curiously.

"Eat something." she says.

He huffs a laugh. “I eat for entertainment. I don’t need to eat. I just do whenever I’m in the doldrums-“ he keeps drawing.

Chrisy hums.

"Huh. I do too, but since I came from a human family it's mainly a habit. I may have been born a demon, but I'll always be fond of human mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). Not so much humans themselves. But you get the point."

He chuckles. “Hm…” he grabs a few oil pastels and a blending brush.

She watches Kreo curiously.

"Do you paint your worlds and creations into existance?" she asks.

He nods. “At times. Sometimes they come by accident. I don’t even have to paint them if my creativity is wild enough.”

Chrisy takes a moment to think about this.

"Can you paint without causing something to come to life?"

He nods. “Yeah sure. If i dont want it to come true then it doesnt. But- sometimes it still happens.”

She smiles a little.

"Paint me then." she says.

He pauses, then sighs and holds up his sketchbook. A almost lifelike drawing of her. “It’s not finished though…”

Chrisy tilts her head curiously.

"So you did look earlier." she teases.

He rolls his peepers, going back to his drawing.

Chrisy chuckles.

"I'm going to take a nap." she says, finishing the pasta and standing up, stretching. She heads over to the broken escalator leading up.

He hums, “sleep well.” He mutters, still focused on his art piece.