'Puffed-up' wasn't the right word. More like 'absolute cold fury', as Zetta read into what she'd said and didn't like what he came up with. Apollos, it seemed, were jerks no matter the venue.
"Prinny Squad!" he bellowed, abruptly, and in response to his orders, the three familiar Prinnies popped up to do the Overlord's bidding. In this case, it was to throw themselves at Persephone and capture her in a hug around the leg, waist, and shoulders in that order.
Zetta couldn't do it himself (which was sort of fortunate, because otherwise he'd be in quite a state about the appropriateness of showing affection and support to someone instead of lust and lechery), so this would have to do.
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'Puffed-up' wasn't the right word. More like 'absolute cold fury', as Zetta read into what she'd said and didn't like what he came up with. Apollos, it seemed, were jerks no matter the venue.
"Prinny Squad!" he bellowed, abruptly, and in response to his orders, the three familiar Prinnies popped up to do the Overlord's bidding. In this case, it was to throw themselves at Persephone and capture her in a hug around the leg, waist, and shoulders in that order.
Zetta couldn't do it himself (which was sort of fortunate, because otherwise he'd be in quite a state about the appropriateness of showing affection and support to someone instead of lust and lechery), so this would have to do.