Denim: wu-woahhhh

Kyra: spaced back in and flinches a bit to the yell and his stomach stings a bit*

Kyra: presses the knife in his chest a little making a small mark still spaced out*

Denim: hisses* IM NIT A FUCKING DOG IM JUST A DEMON

If u want but denim in this is a demon dog who can shapeshift and he had haunted Kyra for years((

Kyra: puts knife against his own chest spacing out*

Denim: a demon!

Denim: wh- I’m not a dog!!!
Kyra: grabs knife from under the cushion*

Denim: chomps it*
Kyra: nah it’s cool u didn’t now, *lays back*

Denim: oooo~!! *floats over wagging his little tail*

Kyra: let denim eat them, I’m allergic

Ask metal thrasher bc I’m not sure if they want it to be private or not))

Kyra: mhm

Denim: sits on his couch and stuffs the knife under the cushion*

Denim: oh it’s him-
Kyra: ah come in

Denim: comes back* wait he can’t see me-

Kyra: opens door*
Denim: poof away*

Okay))
Kyra: no.
Denim: do it do it do it! *shoves knife in his face*

I can make it if u would want

Okey