"Drinking another's blood isn't wrong. But you must have consent first. I mean there are stranger things in the world, like BDSM, Shotacons, etc. Consent makes it all right..... probably."
All of the pinkies used a different way to greet him, "Hi," "Hello," "Salutations," "Howdy," "Long time," and "Hello there!" "Yo," "Hey there, champ," "'Ello mate," "How's it hanging?" "What's good?" "Sup"
"Ahem. So, apparently the military managed to produce an experimental weapon to fight against Siren. However, from what I heard, the soldiers described those weapons as human-like and can stand on water like real Jesus."
"Ahhhhhh get this mutt offa me" as he hit Mikita. I shouted her name as the man pulled his holster and a gun I recognised appeared. A smith and wesson mp series, the same kind gang members used in my last life before I ended up here. KADA KADA was what I heard as Mikita fell to the ground and I began to cry automatically. I looked at her panting her last breath as the lemon smell I loved so much was replaced with that iron smell I hate.
I had a cold sweat run down my whole body. Is my families quirk or appearance dogs. Am i in FMA by mistake. Why does the dog look familiar. A golden retriever with lemon patterns on the body. It trudges over to the cot and looks at me panting with its tail wagging crazily. It sniffed me and i felt its fur. So soft and the whisp of lemons coming off the dog is so inticing. The dog licked me and laid it's head on top of me. It was heavy but manageable.
"I suggest that Hulk should at least wear something to cover his privates" came the voice of Jarvis after he failed to activate security protocols and trying to contact anyone.
What met me wasn't a human. Instead, she was a weird-looking anthropomorphic creature with four arms and moth-like features. Antennas, each at least 30 cm long, adorned her head while her eyes boasted white pupils with a black eyeball, creating a captivating contrast.
At Ohio, 18:03, Dante, a young adult barely out of his 18s, was sitting on the couch in his small apartment, chatting on his phone with his friend Haydan. Frustration Painted his face and words as he shared the difficulties he was facing in becoming independent. The task was turning out to be more laborious than he had expected.