Ricky

This is completely the writing of my friend.

"Was that really necessary, dad?" Ricky asked, dragging an imp's corpse into the house. "'Tell him to send more'? Come on, this is already gonna be a pain in the a*s, even without you egging him on."

Glide shrugged. "What do you want me to say? I'm an a*****e, egging my enemies on is in my job description." He paused, staring at Ricky as the younger Varixian turned to face him; Ricky's face was covered in intricate black markings. "What happened to your face?"

"They're protection runes." Ricky answered, picking up another demon. "I've got another one under my shirt, if you wanna see that, too. Although that one isn't for protection."

Glide raised an eyebrow. "Really now? What's it for?"

Ricky grinned, heaving the hoofed demon's corpse through the doorway and into the house. "Good luck. It's pretty damn big, it should bring quite a bit."

"It better bring it to more than just you." Glide muttered. "And I ain't rubbin' you like one of those troll dolls to get it."

Ricky scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Please. If we weren't in the middle of a major shitstorm, you'd be searching for a reason to rub me, you kinky b*****d."

"... Touché."

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//"Please. If we weren't in the middle of a major shitstorm, you'd be searching for a reason to rub me, you kinky b*****d."//
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