The purple imp still wore the same worried expression King Dice had seen when he’d first arrived in the Underworld. Inside the room, laying on a massive burgundy bed, the Devil was buried under a pile of blankets as Henchman dabbed his forehead with a cool cloth.
He creaked open the door and peered inside to scope out the situation. Forcing a neutral expression on his face, he wove his way through the imps working around him, occasionally returning the odd wave, until he found himself outside of his boss’ bedroom. King Dice sighed in frustration for what felt like the fifth time since he’d arrived in the Underworld he was tempted to try and make a run for the exit. “ Dii-ice! Where on Earth are you your boss is dying!” The fact that this was posted on Snakeeyes Day 5-Caretaking is ✨ just a coin-cidence✨
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