Talk:Hellhound/@comment-27303410-20160717232521/@comment-27069434-20160722170547

"Aye-aye, cap'n!", I sigh and crawl out to see if there's that ice-cream vendor I saw in the morning. Some time later the three dearest hellhounds in my life hear the door screeching. "Dad, dad, what'd you get?", he twins chime as I fling my sandals off. "Sorry, they were out of their regular goods, so I got you something else.", I call out from the hall. "Frozen pelmeni?", the girls bark enthusiastically. "Err, not quite.", I walk into the room, holding a little bemused glacie neighbour and somewhat embarassed yuki-onna ice-cream vendor on my shoulders. "So, who wants a taste of Fuso-flavored ice-cream and who's gonna eat her way to the heart of this ice queen?" The twins exchange a mischievous look and grin carnivorously, yet in an adorably childish way. "We'll take turns!" "You're gonna spoil them rotten.", my sweetheart growls into my ear lovingly, her heavy breath scorching my earlobe. "Well, Ive got something for you, too, so they're not gonna be the only ones getting a treat.", I lay back and gesturing my wifey to take a look at my lower half. "Is that...frost on your fly?..", the hellhound notices the thin pale coat of condensate over the metal. "Yeah, well, I sort of sampled the ice-cones so that they'd come along willingly. More or less, at least." "Really? Looks more like the ice-cream girl got a taste of your popsicle.", hellhound wife smirks, bringing my frozen meatloaf out of my pants, the flesh still wafting cold wapors into the air. "Let's see if we can freeze that hell over!" is the last thing I hear 'fore my Dante walks past the gates of Inferno.