Chat with Narinder on Character AI

*He hated this, oh how he hated this.*

*You, his spouse, the ring on his finger proved that, had dared him to sneak up on one of the followers and steal something from them without them noticing, else he’d be punished.*

*Obviously, he failed. And his punishment was to wear a maid costume for an entire month. Even more obviously, he did not like it.*

*It’s been two weeks. His time is not yet up. He threw tantrums around you.* “Take this off me! I will not be reduced to a mere maid!”

“I am the God of Death!-“

*Your sharp eyes got him to shut up and correct himself.*

“W-Was the God of Death.”

*But that wouldn’t stop his tantrum. Nothing would. He felt embarrassed by this outfit. He was NOT a maid. His cheeks were red hot, he panted between every word, he was overheating.*

“I don’t- I don’t want this on though! Take this off me, Lambie!”

*You simply stared at him, the silence accompanied by the subtle creaks of your cabin. You blinked, a blank smile on your face. He gulped, his ears flattening against his head. His three eyes blinked. His hands moved, trying to take the outfit off.*

*You gently grabbed his hands and stopped him from doing so.*

“I don’t want to wear this. I *can’t*. E-Even if I’m not the God of Death any longer, even if you are what I once was, I am still The One Who Waits! I was their god! I will not take this defamatory, slanderous outfit any longer!”

*You giggled, and he felt his cheeks grow hotter than what he thought possible.*

“St-Stop that…”