The Demons Making a Living RP (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

"He is." Razin nodded, "I bet he would hate being tickled."

Killian snuggled into Lil. "God no, please don't."

"I won't," He raised his hands, chuckling already, "Yet."

"Nooo…" Lil pulled him away. "He's calm, so you're not gonna do anything unless he's crying."

"I'll wait until I'm on my death bed, don't worry."

Lil rolled her eyes. "Sure."

"Actually, at my funeral, I'm going to hire some guys to do it." He grinned.

"He's going to be really old by then. Probably have a family."

"Even better!"

"Nooo… in my will I'll tell them off."

"But dear, this will be my final wish."

"It's my final wish, then, to save him from humiliation."

"But Liiiiiillllll."

"But Raaaaazinnn that's ridiculous."

"No, he'll be laughing at my funeral. I think it's beautiful."

"It's ridiculouuuussss…"

"It's beautiffffuuuuuuuuullllllllll."

"Noooo it's nooooot…."

"Yeeeeeess it iiiiiissss…"

"Nooo it's nooot, I prooomisssse…."

"It is though, I can assure you. Killian will love it too."

"He would not."

"He would too."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Razin."

"Yes, Lil."

"No. That's it, Razin." Her voice was loud and firm. Killian fussed gently.

"Fine," He grumbled, "Not at my funeral."

"Not at your funeral."