Nanaue blinked.

❝. . .𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 fought 'Zilla after receivin' a temporary 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬-𝙪𝙥?❞

Cue a toothy smirk.

❝. . .𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤!❞

🦈 ; Me after I muster up the energy to write on Twitter, despite people's constant negativity:

🦈 ; I tried being a pacifist, but that didn't work.

I'll bully the everliving shit out of them, until they delete all their accounts.

Yawns and rubs his back.

❝. . .I had the 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 dream last night, where I sounded like Sylvester 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. . .❞

❝Never said it 𝐰𝐚𝐬. Matter o' fact, the goofy 'n' over-the-top storylines get a 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙚 from time to time, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲!

I've just spent my 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 participatin' in actual battles to the death, so 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 doesn't really measure up to my own expectations.❞

He did 𝐍𝐎𝐓 take pride in 𝙃𝙄𝙎 eating habits.

❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. I ain't one to judge! 𝙈𝙮 appetite's pretty unforgivin' on 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 occasions.

Heck, 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 more people than you, an' 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 '𝐞𝐦 were relatives. . .❞

Nanaue 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 as he 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 in shame.

🦈 ; NERGAL, MY BELOVED.

❝Ain't '𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨' usually 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝? Or does that sorta thing 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙮 to 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧'?❞

❝Ya' don't mean that in a 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲, right?

'Cuz 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙨 often react like that when they're 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. . .❞

What would people 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 if they knew the truth?

Nanaue's lips curled into a friendly smile as he entered the establishment.

❝𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲! You must be the 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 here, right?❞

King heard about this nice lil' hotel from 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, AKA 𝙀𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣.

So, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, he decided to stop by for an hour or two.

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 wouldn't hurt.

🦈 ; Me waiting for Death Battle to make King Shark Vs. King K. Rool:

「 𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 . 」

💙 & ↺ ?