PurpleChaos

Hello and welcome! Glad you could make it- tea time with the Devil! Sit down and relax Enjoy the repast! It's a lovely revel! Go on, my boy, and lap it up- a different taste in every cup! Don't look so scared! Relax, my pup- it's tea time with the Devil! Where are ya goin'? There's no escaping tea time with the Devil! Don't look so surprised now - you seriously thought I was on the level? Stay down, my boy, and suck it up - a wicked twist in every cup! I'll tell you when you've had enough- It's tea time with the Devil! Smile, my victim! Hope that you're enjoying tea time with the Devil! You're gonna make it! You've got the mettle for this

This is Gino, back together, and I'm never going down at   the hands of the likes of you because I'm so much better and when I want to I can be a go-getter. I don't like how you're twisting the rules, all the tricks   And how you try to play us all for fools. See, Nyx, I've   had enough, and now your time is up. Go ahead and try to hit me if you're able, you're just   vengeful 'cause you're mentally unstable. Now you hate   the world and say you want to end it, but you're just   pissed at what your old friend did. If you are the darkness I'm the light, my ambition now is   just to make things right. Unlike you I know that I’ll get   th

"Stop playing with your collar!" Billy Thatcher snapped. The young grandmaster threw a sharp look at the curly-haired boy across the room. Curio froze then awkwardly yanked his hand down, placing it above his right knee. "Sorry, Billy, it's starchy. I haven't worn a suit like this since my grandfather's funeral." " Tyler! Give me that! Didn't anyone ever teach you how to tie a tie?" Cypher, his red mane tied neatly into a ponytail, his ever-present Courage Wolf shirt hidden beneath a green blazer, shrugged. “Too much work! Why bother wearing a noose around your neck?- and doesn't Francis do yours anyway?" He paused. "I've never seen y

Our speech it falls into a pattern And meaning it falls by the wayside. And I hear the rhythm of your words, dear, But not what you actually mean. And you've asked for a second opinion, But I'm not sure that I have an answer. Your patterns of old you've forsaken, Your new ones scarce solid you make. And you've asked me to give you my blessing As you wander off in new directions. But I just don't know what to say, dear, And that is the end of the road.