Rashe, Meadow, and Azrael's Home

They went back to the house.
"Hello!" Azrael said as they walked inside the house.

(So you don't care if the raccoon thing might have killed Rashe and Meadow???(still trying to make jokes about mistakes.))

(*Azrael doesn't depression, and its no fun if they're dead so soon, right?)

(YEAH, NO ONE GET'S HURT BUT WHY IS AZRAEL SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS?)

(SHE ISN'T HAPPY, SHE LITERALLY DOESN'T CARE, THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!)

(Wow, she didn't care the whole time, that makes me wonder if she even cares about War.)

(Don't you fucking dare to suggest that Azrael doesn't love her wife! She is literally the Grim Reaper, do you think that she is super attached to every person she's met?)

(No, but I would think that she would at least care if the two of the most friendly and innocent people on earth were slaughtered)

(BECAUSE OF HER.)

(AND THEY WILLINGLY TOOK HER IN AND CARED FOR HER WITH NO SECOND THOUGHTS.)

(Y'know, that's kinda messed up)

(This is a joke, please don't take this seriously)

(She literally has to reap Children's souls every damn day! Children are pure souled, they have no taint of evil on them)

(BACK TO THE STORY! P.S I'm starting another roleplay that's one on one It's called…"Something about Magic" If you want to do it.)

(Sure that sounds fun, just no bullshit deus-ex-machina, okay?)

(OKAY!)

"How are you guys?" Azrael asked.

Meadow came in exhausted, "Yep, fine."

"You're tired, Meadow. Go to bed."

Meadow went to her room to take a nap.

"Good."

"slightly horrified but alright." rashe replied, setting down the bag of meat and watching as Meadow went to the bedroom to rest. He still wasn't fond of having a raccoon in his home but he would have to deal with it. Pouring out half a pound of food onto a plate. He set it down in a corner. Chi came out again and growled softly at the meat plate, flinching away and flying into air with a dissatisfied sound

"What will the raccoon's name be?"

The raccoon jumps up onto the counter and sniffs the meat, it starts clawing at the bag.

Rashe shrugged and pulled back the bag "no clue." he replied,, glaring at the Raccoon and helping it down, guiding it towards the food on the plate. "Eat this, not the bag."

It eats some food, gets up, and goes outside.

"Stupid raccoon."

He sighed softly "No, just instinctual. He doesn't like being cooped up." He ran a hand through his hair and sat down at one of the chairs in the living room

The raccoon comes back holding a nugget of gold. It drops it at Rashe's feet.

He glanced down, praying that it wasn't a mouse. He tilted head and picked up the shiny object. "what'd you find there, hm?" he patted the raccoon's head and looked at the small gold nugget.