![]() ![]() He may be a demon, but he was still a good father. Leaving the dealers to 'deal' with the remaining customers as he ran after his child. "Oh, I see how it is my little Hell Spawn!" The Devil cackled as he dropped on all-fours and started running after his five-year-old son. It felt like their little sippy cup was getting bigger every day and it felt like Dice had just brought home a weak, half-starved mortal child just yesterday. The Devil smirked as Dice- his husband and Cup's pops- lets out a startled squeak before shaking his head and laughing along with the gamblers at his table. "I got you! I got you, now you're IT!" The Devil looked down at his tail then back at the object child that scampered between Dice's legs and under the blackjack table. But that just meant that he got to spend more time with his fluffy parent. ![]() He was so glad that he had his father to play with the sense his brother was still too small to play any of the fun games. Cuphead laughed as he thwapped his father's tail before turning heel and running in the opposite direction. ![]()
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