[improvements, huh? yeah, she can bet on that not happening. the day Robin comes to Nero's side like he's her little loyal dog lapdog is in an alternate timeline. they've gone so far as to be on the moon, maybe it'll happen when he's summoned on the sun.
maybe then she can have her lions, too. he can't believe she's actually tried -- on the other hand, he's not all that surprised, either.
he's more startled about a meowing pillow, actually. it wheezes it's meow at him. like it's been squeezed one too many times and needs a change in the contraption that causes it. what is she doing with something like this... ? why does she want a loyal dog when she prefers cats!?
he basically already acts like one -- he does what he wants, he's independent. and he only shows affection when he feels like it. Nero is the lapdog she wants so badly.]
Filthy storage sheds have their uses. [Nero's room is used purely for her wants. he scratches the back of his head at the second round of praise that comes from her and towards him. while he knows he's handsome, he wouldn't call this cleaning up. it's just this old shirt and jeans.
she's the one that's draped herself in her fine silks and was sending him the selfies.
with a long sigh, he dusts off as much as the glitter, golden leaf, leftover mana prisms whatever the hell it is and sits down while still holding her meow pillow in his lap.
... this is the softest bed ever. this is so damn Extra. fuck it. while he's here, he's going to flop back into the sea of fluff and practically disappear into it. who needs Faceless King when he just needs to dive into pillows?]
Knowing you have a pillow like this? [his hands pop out and reveal the meow pillow. he squeezes it again and it releases a long, weak nyaaaaaaaaa] Why would I ever be ashamed?
she loves it what do you mean
maybe then she can have her lions, too. he can't believe she's actually tried -- on the other hand, he's not all that surprised, either.
he's more startled about a meowing pillow, actually. it wheezes it's meow at him. like it's been squeezed one too many times and needs a change in the contraption that causes it. what is she doing with something like this... ? why does she want a loyal dog when she prefers cats!?
he basically already acts like one -- he does what he wants, he's independent. and he only shows affection when he feels like it. Nero is the lapdog she wants so badly.]
Filthy storage sheds have their uses. [Nero's room is used purely for her wants. he scratches the back of his head at the second round of praise that comes from her and towards him. while he knows he's handsome, he wouldn't call this cleaning up. it's just this old shirt and jeans.
she's the one that's draped herself in her fine silks and was sending him the selfies.
with a long sigh, he dusts off as much as the glitter, golden leaf, leftover mana prisms whatever the hell it is and sits down while still holding her meow pillow in his lap.
... this is the softest bed ever. this is so damn Extra. fuck it. while he's here, he's going to flop back into the sea of fluff and practically disappear into it. who needs Faceless King when he just needs to dive into pillows?]
Knowing you have a pillow like this? [his hands pop out and reveal the meow pillow. he squeezes it again and it releases a long, weak nyaaaaaaaaa] Why would I ever be ashamed?