Teddybear

Greed huffed. "Are you two going to stop treating me like an active explosive at some point, or should I just go?"

"You think my name is interesting?" Greed was on the verge of laughter. These two...oh, Greed had been around the other demons for far too long. They'd nearly forgotten that ...

"Greed," Greed said and downed the last of their drink. Not even a buzz. What was even the point of an interdimensional tavern if the strongest poison couldn't even fog ...

"You look like someone who's being prepared for a fight." Whoever had left that ax there...whatever had placed these chests and set the traps, they weren't someone Eira wanted to ...

Bobby followed Connery into the tavern, shuffling steps after obnoxiously confident strides. Connery's expression was one Bobby would describe as 'determined' if he had never seen a determined express

Connery Blight: A spindly boy with long legs, thick, caramel-colored hair,and pointed ears. He wears an outfit befitting a traditional bard, with puffed sleeves and a bright red cape hanging ...

Greed raised an eyebrow at the pair who abruptly turned to approach them. "Need something?" they asked and took another swig of the toxin. It wasn't nearly as strong as ...

These horrible people, these petulant children, how dare they, with their twisted lips and horrible croaking voices, declare him (HIM!), even in aesthetic, to be the villain of this, their ...

Greed rolled their eyes. "Mine is perfectly literal," they muttered and downed the rest of the poison. The acidic liquid burned their throat as it went down and, very quickly, ...

Maggie Marceline was gone. Maggie woke up in the early morning. The telltale vibrations of Wilson's gaming chair rolling on the floor a room over betrayed her wakefulness. Dread pooled ...

"I'm Greed. Stupid code names aren't my thing." Greed took a sip of the poison. It was bitter and burned worse than the strongest vodka available to human kind. In ...

Eira considered it. The likelihood of the contents being a weapon of any kind was low, bit it could always be something else of use. Even more alcohol could be ...

Greed snickered and took the drink. “So you’re the manifestation of time, hm?”

"No metaphor," they said, "pour me a glass." Something with a kick to it would really help this whole situation.

"Right now?" Eira shook her head. "There's hardly any light and I drained all of my energy with that blood trick. I couldn't fight off a sewer rat."