"..."

He'll be damned, he didn't think that'd actually work.

He was just going to celebrate successfully convincing Hank by quickly creating a nice large couch to lay on.

"...Hmmmm. I don't really feel like getting into a fight today."

He relaxes, putting his hands behind his back and closing his eyes with a grin.

"I'm sure there's plenty of other civilians you can aimlessly slaughter if you're craving bloodshed."

"...You're staring at me like I'm already dead."

"If you see a guy that looks like this, it isn't me. I won't be dying anytime soon. $:)

Also, green is kind of an ugly color."

…And yet, all of that fear being washed away culminated in Devesto simply going;

“…snrk.”

He felt no remorse for this harmless, yet heart-stopping little prank of his, he just thought it was fun. “Endangering” himself and Harken for a quick gag.

“Well, at least I know I’m in good hands. $:)”

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"there's a lot of things i lack. self-satisfaction. healthy habits. basic morality. mozzarella sticks, unfortunately."

He was thankfully not only good enough at keeping his laughter in, but he was also good enough at silently building.

Silently creating a giant “construct” made of stone behind his back, as tall as he can make it without alerting Harken. It wasn’t exactly sophisticated, but it worked.

“…”

That stupid grin of his got even wider. He firmly gripped the mystical F3X Building Tools that was usually spinning around in his hand.

“Hey,” he responded in an only slightly whispered tone. “I think I see something in the distance over there.”

He pointed behind Harken.

“…Them.”

His stupid grin continues to be wide, his eyes rolling again.

“Right. Them.”

He wasn’t familiar with much of anything regarding Harken, other than her hatred for noise. He’ll play along, only if to make her angry again later.

In a whispering tone, “who’s ‘them’?”

The spear having landed right on one of the pistons, it caused it to quickly lock up, and collapse, causing one last CRASH!! on the ground before the noise was gone.

Devesto rolled his eyes at the whole endeavor.

“For a thing that hates noise so much, it sure does attract you. $:)”

"Hmmmm..."

After a brief moment, he begins building a large contraption with two sideways cymbals on them, attached to pistons. And with a little click...

*CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!*

"Alright, that was a nice nap. Now who do I get to harass today? $:)"

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a personal interpretation of Devesto from the roblox game Die Of Death.

content warning: may contain death and destruction, and postal 2 references.

feel free to contact me about any questions about me or my muse!

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