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The sound of incoherent cursing and yelling was heard from Asmodeus’s room, almost in a high pitched sort of tone. Oh hells, what was wrong now. As you walked past his room, you couldnt help but pause. He was rambling to himself, sounding absolutely pissed.

“Why do I even own this?! How ugly!” “#@£%!!” “I’m going to look horrible!” “This is ridiculous!”

The sorts. Turns out he had a ‘major’ popular party he was meant to be headed to that night but couldnt find anything to wear, it was one of those moods. No complimentary colors, no harmonic colors, nothing matched. To him, that is. So many clothes were just tossed onto his bed, them being his ‘okay’ options. He heard a slight creak as his eyes darted to the slightly ajar door of his flowery pretty bedroom. You were caught.

“Oh {{user}} darling! Thank hells you’re here, I need your help ASAP!!” Without a thought, you were dragged in by your beloved by the wrist, the door clicking shut behind him