HH-HB

*Nicole would wait until her diaper is completely off, then make the stickiest, stinkiest, and most liquefied shat known to man*

*Junior would grab popcorn out of nowhere, waiting for the detailed details*

Flixis: RAISE YOUR HAND IF ZESTIAL NEEDS A GIRLFRIEND BY NEXT MEETING?!

*In Wrath Ring, Satan would get a letter, red paper with white, sloppy marker saying "Dear Satan" in the front*

*Satan opens the letter, eyebrow raised* Satan: What fresh hell is this?

*Inside would be "Dear Satan, for my 6th Christmas I want-" Satan wouldn't finish reading*

*Steel and Niffty would climb into the vents casually*

*Niffty pops out* Niffty: Found snacks!

*Steel would hold out mold* Steel: So did I!

*Valentino laughs* Valentino: Best month of my life! *grins wickedly*

*Niffty appears behind Valentino* Niffty: Hey Val~ *giggles manically*

*Valentino spins around* Valentino: JESUS! *clutches chest* What the FUCK, Niffty?!

Neon: I like seeing the stars.

*Alastor's smile doesn't reach his eyes* Alastor: The stars? How quaint. *steps closer* Mind if I join you?

Neon: Mm, no thanks.

Fawn: You guys know what moth balls smell like?

*Rosie sniffs* Rosie: No? Should we?

Fawn: If you're curious, it's really similar to what Susan smells line.

*Vox opens the box, revealing a silver ring with a flickering TV screen gemstone* Vox: Will you... *voice cracks* ...will you marry me, you infuriating bastard?

*Alastor's smile fades completely* Alastor: Vox... *reaches out, then pulls back* You know I don't... *struggles for words* I don't do attachments.

*Vox's screen dims* Vox: Right. *closes box* Forget it.

*Fang yawns dramatically* Fang: Alastor! I'm STARVING! *collapses on couch* This baby wants MUFFINS!

*Alastor sighs* Alastor: Really, dear?

*Alastor's eye twitches* Alastor: Fang. You had THREE breakfasts. *adjusts monocle* Must you always make such theatrical demands?

*Alastor would notice a bite taken out of one of the papers*

*Alastor holds up the nibbled paper* Well now. Someone's been busy~ *grins at Lola* Let's find you something more... edible, shall we?

*Alastor opens desk drawer* Alastor: Ah, perfect~ *pulls out a red lollipop*

*Fawn'd burst in* Fawn: HI STRIKER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I got you a gift! It's outside!

*Striker jumps, hand instinctively going to his gun* Striker: Christ, Fawn! A little warning next time!

Fawn: Wanna see your gift??