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

I sigh and crawl out into the streets. Some time later the door screeches. "Dad, dad, what'd you get?", the twins chime as I fling my sandals off. "Sorry, they're out of their regular goods, so I got you something else.", I call out from the hall. "Frozen pelmeni?", the girls bark enthusiastically. Not quite.", I walk into the room, holding a glacie and a yuki-onna ice-cream vendors on my shoulders. "Here are your frozen sweets. Who take who?" The twins exchange a mischievous look and grin carnivorously. "We'll take turns!" "You're gonna spoil them.", my sweetheart growls into my ear lovingly. "I got something for you, too, so they're not the only ones getting a treat." "Is that...frost on your fly?", the hellhound notices the thin pale coat of condensate over the metal. "Yeah. I sorta sampled the ice-cones so they'd come along willingly." "Looks more like the ice-cream girl got a taste of your popsicle.", hellhound smirks, bringing my frozen meat out of my pants."Let's see if we can freeze that hell over!" is the last thing I hear 'fore my Dante enters the gate of Inferno.