but now you've got nowhere to run

[darrrling]

Who: Milla Vodello and the Grand Highblood.
What: GHB is looking for Psii, finds his wife instead.
Where: 431 Peepers St
When: This afternoon
Warnings: GHB is a warning just by existing.


[ Well, life is resuming something like normalcy. Maybe "quiet" is a better term than "normal," actually. Psii's been going back to work, and Milla's gone back to recuperating from the loss of her legs and playing with the kittens and generally being the quiet housewife.

Though, something a little odd today - that huge man, out on their front lawn, looking around with the kind of expression like he's got a pinpoint focus on everything his eyes take in at once.

She rolls the kitchen window up, calling out. ]

Hello, darling! Are you lost?

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[artisticull]

[ Oh, he recognizes that voice. The confused as hell sister that was having all kinds of problems understanding that miracle phone conversation his first night there. When he turns to look at her, his eyes narrowing, a sudden grin splits his face.

This wasn't who he was looking for, but she proved he was getting close. ]

Nah, sister, nah. This brother is just getting his motherfuckin' found on now. Honk!

[ He stalks over to the window, eying the tiny human female. Notably, there's a nasty gash along the side of his neck, a reminder of his little bit of playtime with a certain heretic. ]

Getting his found on for his lispy fuckin' blasphemer. You have him. And the Mirthful Messiahs are gonna taken him.

[darrrling]

Oh! You're the one who was talking to Psii. Are you looking for him? He'll be back later, I think.

[ Psii has been so awkward and fidgety ever since Valentine's Day, understandably so. Milla doesn't blame him. But that's another matter from the one at hand. If this man is Psii's romantic partner- hate-lover, or some such- then she doesn't see much harm in giving him hospitality as long as he behaves himself. Now that he's found the house, there's no use trying to pretend he hasn't done so. ]

If you want to wait, you can come inside, you know. As long as you promise not to tear up the house between the two of you! Let me get the door.

[ And with that Milla rolls down the window, rolling on her Levitation ball over to the front door to open it.

Threat? What threat? But no, seriously, she's prepared to deal with it if he tries to cause trouble. In the meantime, this is fine. ]

[artisticull]

[ That is something unorthodox enough that the infuriated, somewhat murderous monster of a man is actually given pause. Weird can be funny, and when he moves to the front door with a certain level of caution, well...

It's definitely funny enough to keep his calm, if the disturbing chuckle under his breath is any indication. ]

Goddamn, little sister. How the motherfuck you ain't done been culled? You fuckin' got some crazy shit goin' on here.

[darrrling]

Because I take good care of myself, darling.

[ No need to mention that she has died once already. ]

So, would you like anything? Drinks, snacks?

sorry this took so long!

[artisticull]

Gonna tell me how you pull them miracles sometime. [ It's not a question. He'll let her serve him, it seems like a fair enough proposition. ]

What all you got? All that human food ain't make no sense.

sdklfajlksdjf IT'S OKAY I'M JUST EXCITED TO CONTINUE THIS ;u;

[darrrling]

Well, I just finished making some sour cream apple squares, how does that sound, darling?

[ She closes the door behind him, heading to get some plates and set out a square in front of the Grand Highblood. She doesn't seem too perturbed or demeaned by serving him food; for Milla, this is a fun little playact, a reminder of older days. ]

Try it and see how you like it, mm?