Anonymous asked:
So.. let's talk about sex. When was the last time you had sex, Pheles-san?A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.
Anonymous asked:
So.. let's talk about sex. When was the last time you had sex, Pheles-san?A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.
Anonymous asked:
What kinds of questions would you like to hear Mr. Pheles?Well.
Preferably not related to candy, clothes, videogames and/or shows?
Other than that, go nuts with it.
I believe that in the time this blog has existed, I’ve most likely answered any kinds of questions regarding candy, clothes, videogame or television tastes.
Really, it’s impossible to keep answering them without sounding repetitive.
The door to the tavern opens and a tall demon enters, Satan recognises the one he sired immediately. His son carries an arrogant swagger, his clothes the usual garish mess. The beast’s upper lip curls back in a sneer as his son sits beside him
“I thought it a fitting place to entertain you, my son” he retorts back, a grin replacing his scowl. “I imagine you are no stranger to a place like this”
The beast sits back, watching the comings and goings of the other drinkers, a few have already caught his eye, he will deal with them later. The wench re-appears with a bottle of wine and one glass, placing them on the table and pouring the wine in the glass,
“Of course I will pay, my son” Satan smirks “What is your particular poison?”
“Is it now? Well I suppose you know me best,” the demon stated blankly in response, crossing his legs in his seat.
Pick your poison he says, he thought while observing the overlord of Gehenna with the corner of his eye. Isn’t hanging out with you bad enough? Ah, but he wouldn’t dare speak his mind openly; Samael was a gentleman, but most of all a businessman and Satan was one of the most important clients. It was best to keep a diplomatic relationship with him, leaving the high-ranking demon in question thinking he’s always in control.
The tavern was probably short on even something as simple as gâteau au chocolat, which displeased Mephisto greatly. “I’ll just have the same you’re having, Father,” he uttered with a disgruntled look on his face.
Of course~! :3 Surely someone like you is able to classify your favorite deres in order from least to most favorited moe dere. -w-
It doesn’t appear that you understand.
My question is was purely a rhetorical one, because especially someone like me sees the beauty in every kind of dere. I’ll take one for every day of the week.
