Like I’d know? I’ve only been here for a month but still wouldn’t be caught dead in pastel. I’ve got a bad bitch image to maintain. The ones dressed up like creepy ass rabbits got the short end of the stick.

[ Good, she doesn’t have to dance around the topic now. ] If you guys keep kicking their asses like you did that day, they aren’t gonna know what hit them. It was all over the news, I thought Killjoy was gonna have an aneurism, would’ve served that bitch right.

Easy, Daddy Morningstar, I think you’ll have to stand in line on that one. Looks like you passed the test, you’re the real deal, aren’t you? I guess I was expecting less halo and more horns? [ She hums, folding her arms as she regards him for a moment. ] So, what am I supposed to call you? Is Daddy Morningstar crossing the line?

[ Look, dads are notorious for being out of the loop, she will take a win where she can get it. Somehow, she has a hunch he might be unaware of the connotations. Fucking Charlie, making her humanity creep out a little. ]

You know it’ll happen one day, right? Her getting hurt. I get her wanting to make a stand but she’s too nice and people—demons will take advantage of that. Not that I give a shit. It’s just—

[ She absolutely gives a shit. ] She looks like a kicked puppy when she’s sad. Who could ignore that?