“ In that case I’ll be sure to pack you off somewhere TOASTY.” After all, there’s little satisfaction to be gained in enacting such threats unless the optimal discomfort is achieved. It’s a pleasing thought but regrettably ( and yet, thankfully ) the PEST relents. A single brow raises passively at his declaration; what is he expecting? Sympathy? Help? A confidant? The Sanctum’s guardian is rather skeptical that he’s the man for the job.“ Well maybe you’d have LESS if you stopped threatening to break people’s toys. No one likes a bully.”
“no one likes a n y o n e or anything. not truly; humans might be able to RELATE in some level to one another, but take away their filters, and they become even WORSE than MY kind.” on most days at least. though, talking about humanity WASN’T the reason to why he was here, but since he was at it? might as well take the proverbial door that was OPENED. “you send me someplace TOASTY and someone will get ANGRY – so, to save us ALL the bloody trouble? you stop RUINING my little bit of FUN!”
Hellfirebound 