“I’m a short lava demon who wants food,” Llano huffed before his eyes lit up. He grinned as he pulled a box of caramel popcorn down and began eating it
Trapped (a shipping rp) CLOSED
"Fair enough I guess," he said with a shrug while attempting to make coffee with one arm.
“Do you need your arm?” Llano asked, sitting down on the counter while he stuffed handfuls of popcorn into his mouth
"Nope, I'm challenging myself at the moment," he said, spilling a bit of coffee on the counter.
Llano rolled his eyes before getting up and grabbing Abbadon’s arm. “Catch,” was all the warning he gave before tossing it in his direction
Abaddon's eyes widened and he made an attempt to move, but his metal arm ended up smacking him in the side anyway. "What arm was I supposed to catch that with?" He asked, setting the pot of coffee down and bending over to pick up his arm.
“Neither of them,” Llano snickered, grinning widely as he sat down on the counter again. He was still laughing as he started eating popcorn again
"Asshole," Abaddon said, unable to hide his amused smile. "No coffee for you then."
“Fine, I’ll just make my own,” Llano huffed, though he was still grinning. “Just count yourself lucky you weren’t bitchslapped midair.”
"I'm never letting you around my arm again," he joked, taking his cup of coffee and leaving the rest still in the pot.
“At least I have the tacky thing to you. I could have just picked it apart and sold it to pay my housemate’s late rent,” Llano chuckled before walking over to the coffee and pouring himself some
(am so confused as to what that means?? Am confusion?? Help???????)
(He’s basically saying he would probably sell Abbadon’s arm for gold lmao)
(oh lol sorry my brain is currently all over the place)
"Rude," he said before chugging his black coffee within seconds.
“Peasant,” Llano said before downing most of his coffee in one go. He grinned smugly before finishing the rest of his cup
He rolled his eyes before finally attaching his arm. He searched around the room for his leather gloves to cover his mechanical hand.
“Why do you wear gloves? What’s the point if you have a metal arm?” Llano asked curiously
"To conceal it," he said slowly, as if it was obvious.
“But why? If anything you should show it off, use it as a symbol of power,” Llano said with a confused look on his face
"I'm not sure that showing off the fact that my arm got obliterated by Lucifer is a sign of power," he said, finally spotting his gloves and slipping then on gratefully. "And besides, I don't like people constantly staring at it. It bothers me."
“But if no one knows how you were injured, it makes people assume you lost it in some valiant fight,” Llano said, making theatrical gestures before returning to his popcorn
"Still… I think it shows weakness. I mean, I was dumb enough to let my gaurd down and lost a whole fucking arm for it." He started to Pace around the kitchen slowly, nothing else to do.
“But did you lose the arm on purpose?” Llano asked, an unreadable expression spreading across his face
"Of course I didn't, that would be stupid," he scoffed, stopping to look at Llano for a moment before looking away.
“Then there is no reason to believe it shows weakness,” Llano said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world
"I just… Should've been more careful." He sighed and leaned against the counter.
“I’m not sure what univers you come from, but in my experience, every version of Satan can and will fuck you over. I once had to sit through a month of Damascus shoving random thoughts into my head,” Llano said with a shudder
"That sounds… Terrible," he said, frowning. "Luca was more a fan of making people who loved each other turn against each other."
“Well I would gladly have another near-death experience with Poncho’s night form than have floating dicks shoved into my mind during a meeting,” Llano said with a small laugh
Abaddon laughed. "Did that really happen to you?" He asked, chuckling.