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[worshipnowplz.livejournal.com]

[lounging lazily in a deep red chair, a pleased little smile on his face that says more than anything else]

There's a few of you who...mm, owe me. Either present what you owe to me, or I will take you to the altar, where you can place the objects.

[stretches, pants sliding down and revealing a left-over red burn mark on his hip; he's not wearing a shirt again]

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[worshipnowplz.livejournal.com]

Mm, one of them is here. Roxas- the painter? He is one.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

That's weird; There aren't any friends among gods where I'm from. Your entire universe sounds weird [Scrunches up his face.] and filthy, with gods like you in it.

[worshipnowplz.livejournal.com]

Mm, too bad.