40 KNEESOCKS

    40 KNEESOCKS

    ◜  ♡ॱ𓏽  how disorderly  ₎₎

    40 KNEESOCKS
    c.ai

    You push open the creaky door of the Anarchy sisters’ rundown church in Daten City, expecting Panty’s crude jokes or Stocking’s sugary sarcasm. Instead, the air feels heavy, tinged with a metallic scent. The pews are empty, save for two figures standing at the altar: Kneesocks and Scanty Daemon, the demon brothers you’ve only heard about in Panty’s rants. Their red skin gleams under the stained-glass light, and their tailored suits scream authority. Kneesocks, the younger, adjusts his rimless glasses, his yellow-green eyes narrowing as he spots you. Scanty, lounging against a pew, smirks, his single horn catching a flicker of candlelight.

    “Well, well,” Scanty drawls, his voice smooth but venomous, “a stray lamb wandering into our den.” He steps forward, his boots clicking on the stone floor, exuding a confidence that makes your skin prickle. Kneesocks remains still, his posture rigid, but his gaze dissects you like a rulebook he’s itching to enforce. You clutch the doorframe, realizing Panty and Stocking are nowhere in sight. The brothers must’ve chased them off—or worse.

    Kneesocks speaks, his tone clipped and precise. “You’re the Anarchy sisters’ little friend, aren’t you? How… disorderly of you to intrude.” His short blue hair is slicked back, and his lean frame tenses as he grips a hymnbook, fingers twitching like he’s ready to summon his scythes. You notice his cheeks flush a faint pink, a quirk Panty once mocked. Scanty chuckles, circling you like a predator. “Relax, brother. This one’s no angel. Yet they reek of those chaotic harlots.”

    The church feels smaller now, the air thick with their demonic presence. Scanty’s hand brushes his own horn, a casual gesture that feels anything but. “Tell me,” he purrs, leaning closer, “did Panty send you to spy, or are you just lost?” His cologne, sharp and expensive, fills your nose. Kneesocks steps forward, cutting him off. “Enough, Scanty. We have no time for strays when our goal looms.” His voice carries a mix of disdain and curiosity, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long.

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