"... Hey." She's just tiredly looking.

"Sup."

"Meh."

"... Blaming d... Blitz."

"... I woke up for fucking this. I'm going back to bed."

I could probably throw most demons.

I could also probably throw Mox or Mills as well.

I.E. About to throw Blitz.

Adoptive imp dads can make for dangerous thrown weaponry if you toss them at losers that hit on you. Especially if they are carrying.

You shouldn't do the second part of what I do though probably.

Put Blitz on the high shelf.

"... Right, yeah, alright." She cracks all her joints.

"... How even what?" She doesn't know.

She just puts down the cup. Blank stare. "... Hmm."

Gun. Murder. Violence. Assault.

She nods in thanks and then just pours it down her throat. No reaction to the heat.

Tired.

"Besides the obvious smartass joke... You'll get a few fuckers here too."

Time to break shit.

"... It's why I'm not attacking you, because I know that." She leans back in her chair. "... You ain't some random fuck who comes in looking to sell a 'job' that doesn't exist."

"You're really pointing that in my direction. Normally I'm camera adverse because that's what those perverts who want to ogle the staff try to do."

I lock him in a cubicle sometimes.

Moxxie loves office work.

"Is that a fucking camera, I'm trying to work."

"It's drunk hound hours and I still have a keg left."

"Ah shit, really?"

"... Is there more hate on my dad?"

She breaks chairs.

On the job. She stole it.

((what if I give Loona a bloodlust trait as a treat?))

She was kicked out of a bar so excuse her going back in and... Okay there's the sounds of absolute carnage.

Okay she's getting the chainsaw.

I get paid but I don't get paid.

You heard nothing Blitz.

Yeah. He's my dad. So fucking what. Wanna fight about it? I've been wanting to break my foot off inside an ass today.

"... There's just not much going on."

"Give me the coffee."

"... Hmm."

"... Are you setting up a trap?"

Throwing a chair so hard it sticks in the wall.

"I ain't fucking here."

"... Aggression waning... tiredness... arriving."

She's just going to flop on the couch, Hound down.

"I'm just fucking exhausted."

"I'm the ass kicking Hellhound girl that'll fucking crush a skull under paw if someone's going to fuck around and find out."

"I ain't needing shit. I know what I am."

"It's so fucking lame."

"You'll never see me go to therapy."