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"Worth it!" He sat up. "You got one more, Sabe."
Asmo fell out of the booth with a pained grunt.
"Go on then." Asmo tapped his cheek.
Asmo shrugged. "For you, dear, three Bits."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Asmo took a deep breath and gathered himself. Azrael sighed. "We're lowering the price to two and a half Bits."
(Pff. Nah...)
(Asmo wasn't there.)
"He's calling himself a lord?" Asmo cackled. "I... I can't!"
Asmo rolled his eyes. "Arch, way ahead of you on that, I'm just being a dick." "You can hit Asmodeus for five Bits a strike," Azrael said with a...
"Asmodeus." Asmo shook the hoof and shook it firmly. "Wow, didn't know you were into this stuff." He chuckled at the bindings. "Well, me, I come...
"Well, it also has to do with the fact that it's sorta in the middle of nowhere," Asmo replied. "BUUUUUT, sure, it's my fault if you want it to be."
"Well you, Edgelord, are an interesting specimen." Asmo cackled. "You friends with Formaldehorse back there?" He motioned to Azrael. "Sure thing,...
"You'll be fine, brother." Dusty patted Azrael on the shoulder and returned to the bar, sitting near Maya. A small reptilian eye opened up on the...
Who is best Princess and why?
"Plus, I'm sure he doesn't have chaotic blood. Right?"
"I'm mostly just wondering 'cause I don't want him following us. Still not sure about him, I admit."
"Yeah, I... you said time doesn't pass here, right?"
"Oh. Got one on Arch yet?"
"Her... file?" Raven raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe I'll come with. She wouldn't be scared of bats, right?"
