Unhealthy obsession is what this is, but in Outis's world, it's simply called adoration and devotion.
ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿:
•ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ
•ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɢɪꜰꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ.
•ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ! ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴛ...
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Lucifer Morningstar:
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Lucifer Morningstar: Outis, dear, I will be taking much longer than expected due to a... sudden occurrence.
:Outis Whitlock
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Lucifer Morningstar: My idiot brothers decided to have a snowball fight, but with shoes, so now I am having them pick up and polish them.
:Outis Whitlock I see, do take your time then.
Snowballs with shoes? Lucifer's brothers are strange (weird). I expected them to be somewhat like him, but clearly, that was not the case.
I sat in silence with an almost calm but ticked expression. Ever since Barbatos introduced me to classical music—even though he prefers heavy metal—I can no longer go back to simply listening to anything on the radio. With a grumble, I reach into my pocket, where I store a pair of earbuds in the colour blue. After slipping them into my ears, I lean back, but not before unlocking the doors, just in case I don't hear them knocking.
