𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙪𝙨 - ᴅʙᴢ, ᴅʙs / ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ - 𝟷𝟾+ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs/ sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ (ʟᴇᴡᴅ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ) - ʀᴛs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

“Gghh-! Okay, okay! Glad you’re enjoying it!”

“There’s three slices left in the closed box. Go on and have them. You’ll make it up to me later for being so nice to share such delicacies.”

“Pfft. Settle down, you loud handsome mutt. If you wanted a slice, you could just ask. Granted, there’s something else on your mind too. I can feel it.” Licking his long tongue to clean up his face of the cheese. 👅

“As it cracks again. It also cracks on those nights where I—“ 🔞🔞🔞

“Your voice cracked. So I know you’re lying.”

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“Hrk-! You mutt-!” He wasn’t fully on guard, and clearly Basil’s harsh training has been paying off. He hits the ground, running his claws through the red fur along his back. He’ll allow this. “Tch! You’re getting stronger, you know. I’m impressed…!”

The Destroyer only folds his arms again, giving a small sigh. He can’t help but smirk all the same. His dog was trying, at least. “Yes, Basil. That’s a good start for now, anyway.” It even earned Beerus calling him by his name!

“Hahahah. Better!” He sets him down, now comfortingly patting the scruff he just yanked. “Perhaps Lord around other Destroyers, but Beerus works. It shows how close we are.”

Grabs throat. Lifts. “No. If anything, just call me Beerus for the time being. I hardly need some mortal cute nickname.”

“Hah, there’s the brotherly resemblance! Seems you can name call. By all means, show me the results of your training if you do decide to punish him.”

“It’s certainly not my place to say anything back, but that yellow one has a colorful vocabulary. Something furry and another slew of insults? I hardly understood them all. Ah, sleeve was also something mentioned! Whatever that means.”

“Considering what your brother’s called you, I would’ve assumed it ran in the family.”