[Dito pauses with his hand on the doorknob, turning to look at Paimon with one raised eyebrow.]
You sayin' I've got mommy issues, sir? That'd be a first. Near as I can remember, I've never had a mother. Never needed one, either, so if that's the presence she's trying to pull off then she's about twenty-two years too late.
[He twists open the door with flourish, inviting the demon in with a sweeping bow. It would look downright supplicating if it weren't for the mocking smile on his face.]
After you, my lord.
[Dito's abode is sparsely furnished. It's apparent from the bare walls and the lack of personal touches that he isn't all that interested in internal decoration, and it wouldn't be wrong to assume that what meager decor there is came with the house when he acquired it. The house leaves no Dito imprint, and perhaps he likes it that way.
A spotted hyena is lying in the foyer, head raised and ears erect when it hears the door open. Silently it gets to its feet and pads over to the two of them, stopping a few feet in front of them when it catches sight of Peter's thin frame.]
What is this you've brought home, whelp? Another rutting partner? [The voice is female, matriarchal and decidedly sardonic in tone. Taking a few cautious sniffs in Paimon's direction, the hyena suddenly rears back, her throat pulsing with a rumble of consternation.]
You are not human, outsider. Your shell might've fooled my idiotic host, but I can smell it on you. You reek of dark magic.
[Dito rolls his eyes.] See what I mean? Just ignore her. Calm your tits, Mom. He's just a Prince of Hell. Relax!
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You sayin' I've got mommy issues, sir? That'd be a first. Near as I can remember, I've never had a mother. Never needed one, either, so if that's the presence she's trying to pull off then she's about twenty-two years too late.
[He twists open the door with flourish, inviting the demon in with a sweeping bow. It would look downright supplicating if it weren't for the mocking smile on his face.]
After you, my lord.
[Dito's abode is sparsely furnished. It's apparent from the bare walls and the lack of personal touches that he isn't all that interested in internal decoration, and it wouldn't be wrong to assume that what meager decor there is came with the house when he acquired it. The house leaves no Dito imprint, and perhaps he likes it that way.
A spotted hyena is lying in the foyer, head raised and ears erect when it hears the door open. Silently it gets to its feet and pads over to the two of them, stopping a few feet in front of them when it catches sight of Peter's thin frame.]
What is this you've brought home, whelp? Another rutting partner? [The voice is female, matriarchal and decidedly sardonic in tone. Taking a few cautious sniffs in Paimon's direction, the hyena suddenly rears back, her throat pulsing with a rumble of consternation.]
You are not human, outsider. Your shell might've fooled my idiotic host, but I can smell it on you. You reek of dark magic.
[Dito rolls his eyes.] See what I mean? Just ignore her. Calm your tits, Mom. He's just a Prince of Hell. Relax!