Dire Wolf Devil
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"Ah yes, Jacob. I still remember that brat's tears." Graham growled. "Pieceofshitpunkthinkinghecanhurtmysmallsweetpotato. Well, he was wrong!"
"Ah, we showed him what happens when y' mess with them, though." Reaver smirked in reassurance, patting Graham on the back. "Had him pissing his pants, by the end of it."
"Wasn't that the kid that had ya crying, too?" Dei-Loki blinked and looked to Malvo, who sighed and nodded.
"The one y' wanted t' rip the throat out of, yes." Malvo confirmed, hugging herself. "He was such a little creep, too. Glad he got what was coming t' him."
"Then there was yer first boyfriiiend." Dei-Loki grinned teasingly, Malvo widening her eyes and looking over.
"Everybody ganged up on him!" Malvo then glared to Adrian, and then to Graham. "Eeeverybody."