sinners and saints — hadesrumble

[YUKIO]

.don't rush something you —————————

————————— want to last forever.

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YUKIO HUMMED BEHIND A MOUTHFUL OF FUR, WOBBLING ON four legs, flower crowns perched on his helm as he shuffled towards the elder's den. His ears perked at the sight of the scarred brute, mewling in greetings as he plopped the rodent beside the older brute. “G, Good m, morning!”

The feline grinned warmly, reaching to bump his head affectionately to the older brute’s shoulder, reaching to offer the flower crown he’d woven for the other, using shades of poppy yellow and goldenrod. Fitting. He thought, grinning at the grumpy expression the elder wore.

Yukio hummed, sighing in relief as he settled, releasing the tension from his aching paw pads. “I, I wanted to .. to ask i, if you could t, teach me how to weave b, brambles!”

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[HADESRUMBLE]

.something's made your —————————

————————— eyes grow cold.

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THE SEAL SEPIA BRUTE BLINKED ONCE, THEN TWICE AT THE BUBBLY queen, scowl ever so present on his darkened maw. Great. He shifted, allowing the cream-ticked tabby to lean against his larger frame, grunting from the weight. “Fattening up aren’t you?” He remarked, glancing at the peace offering with an appreciative hum, tugging the rodent closer to his frame.

At the familiar weight of an object sitting on his helm, Hades grumbled, brow twitching. “Flower crown, really?” He muttered, reaching to fix the damn thing before it fell off.

The elder gave Yukio the side eye at the mention of weaving brambles, glancing down at his paws with a scoff. Why the hell did he have to teach the damn thing about weaving brambles. Incompetent fleabags. He thought gruffly, tail twitching as he settled, tearing into the vole with a newfound vengeance. “Sure kid.” He pointed at the idiot’s swollen stomach. “After you don’t like a damn potato.”

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