Here's a little story he made while we discussed about the art. Credit goes towards him. ^w^
Moxxie strides back into his home after a long day of work–alone for a few hours as Millie stayed at I.M.P. to clean up after a particularly messy job. He immediately plops his rear on their couch, kicking his tired feet up on the coffee table.
Walking all day, stalking about in the mortals realm wasn't easy for the short starred imp after all.
"Phew. Another day, another contract fulfilled. I'm beat." He spoke, stretching his aching feet and curling his toes. Ebony toe claws shining in the lamp light.
Unbeknownst to the cherry red imp, however, was a smaller sized resident of Hell. A sort of even smaller "Imp familiar"; who had been skulking around Moxxie's aparment. Just barely half' the size of his foot!
"Sh!t!" They whispered behind a cup on the table. They hadn't expected Moxxie to be home at this time! He was looking for any sort of dirt on I.M.P they could use for a rival company, but was clearly in over his head...
"I'll just, sneak by and pretend I was never, ugh!" Just as soon as he decided to carefully sneak away, Moxxie's soft sole had dropped down, landing square on the small corporate spy–and pinning him helplessly under the Imp's toes.
"Eh? ...Who the hell are you?!" Moxxie replied, increasing the pressure on the pint-sized demon. His yellow eyes focusing, heh, sole-ly, on them.
His toe claw tips picked the back of their neck as they desperately tried to squirm and wiggle free in vain.
When the tiny demon realized the angry and high pitched voiced-imp could easily squish him like a bug at any moment; is when they decided to speak up.
"Uh...I'm lost?" He lied innocently enough.
Moxxie grabbed him out from under his sole using both feet dextrously, squishing his face with his plump, soft red digits. Staring them down with a stern look.
"Not buying it. You better start talking before things get messy for you."
