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“Lovely. . A timeline that won't load. .”

Demonic nap time. —Mentions Only

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Waggles his dexterities cheekily.

“You're all so. . /Boring/. .”

Finger paints on the TL—with blood. Maybe paints on sleeping people.

“Don't be shy. .~”

“Come out, come out. .~”

“As a matter of fact. . /No/ children!“

“/Children/. .”

“. . Gross. .“

“Let's annoy a Winchester. .“

“What is it you want, @TreacherousAct? Easter is tomorrow and I'm not in a good mood.” He elevated himself to remain as far from Abaddon »

Baphomet began to peel @TreacherousAct off of him—displaying a dislike for body contact. “/Busy/. .“

“Not at all, @TreacherousAct.” His expression only got more dull—unable to produce much excitement.

“Do not. Let them fester.” xitter.cf/despairofgod/status/71…

“Hunters.” xitter.cf/despairofgod/status/71…

Sneers.

Lounges out.

“Not just humans, @DespairOfGod.” He was also a teacher—as one hand cradled a philosophy journal where all his observations sat.