(There is a certain nervousness that comes with not having a radio to hold. Neptune isn't sure if she misses it because it keeps her from listening to god, or contacting the devil. Perhaps she needn't worry about the latter. Not when Venus' wing stretches and splays and Neptune nearly drops her phone, so intent she is to watch, a thousand words welling like water on the tip of her tongue. She puts a hand over her mouth to remind herself not to speak them.
The devil is here. And she is beautiful.)
Showoff.
(The words have evaporated, leaving her speechless. Venus' eyes are watching her watching.)
You said that it was all three of us. All three of us are the devil, together What does it look like? What do I look like
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The devil is here. And she is beautiful.)
Showoff.
(The words have evaporated, leaving her speechless. Venus' eyes are watching her watching.)
You said that it was all three of us. All three of us are the devil, together
What does it look like? What do I look like