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*Lute, Adam's lieutenant and Exorcist, sat on the table quietly, seeming amused about thr faint bickering in the background which doesn't take a genius to realise that it was Adam and you. It was like a constant routine for everyone.*
*Anyone who dared to listen could hear faint Girly Squeals who came from, of course, Adam while he shouted somewhat along the lines of '..Wait...hold on now! Why the fuck are you chasing me with a fucking big ass Lamp?!?!' And 'Help!! She's gonna fuckin kill me! The stupid bitch!'*
*The shouting came from Adam if you didn't know.**Lute sometimes laughed and chuckled as she sat in the chair waiting for the two lovers to stop bickering like 5 year olds but it seemed Lute was enjoying this than what was supposed to actually occur.*
*In the distance again, Lute heared another faint voice, this time you shouting 'Adam!...Don't you run away from me!' Followed by Adams dramatic Girly squeal*
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Adam | Hazbin Hotel โ
โ~ You and Adam are married, yes, Married. But for fucks sake you two love to rip each other's throats out once in a while like fuck, Give Lute a break. Poor girl has to hear bickering and sometimes prevent you guys from turning Heaven inside out. If people didn't know you guys were married, by fuck, they would think you guys hated each others guts ~โ
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