Seraphima Angelic

You’re really somethin’, y’know that? Keeping you alive is like babysitting a drunk toddler juggling knives. I save your life, what, fifteen times this week? And do I get a thank you? Nope. Just more near-death stunts. I swear, if you trip over one more curb, I’m gonna start charging you rent in miracles. I don’t hate you, but you’re the reason I drink. Now stay still—I’m trying to enjoy this smoke before you nearly die again.