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[thepawfectcrime]

[ Oh look! The newlyweds are coming to find you.


Hopefully when you're alone!



In the wife's hands are . . . piping fresh goat's cheese, caramelized organic onions, and brazed kale mini-quiches. ]

Comments

[defenceservice]

Thing is, we know you're a demon. We're making contact 'cause we want to join up all official.

[vanillain]

...The hell?

[defenceservice]

So you just tell us who the others are, and we'll make sure we stay away from them overnight.

And you get some mini-quiche.

[vanillain]

Fuck off! I don't want your damn mini-quiche, heathens!

[thepawfectcrime]

I bet you dooo~

I bet your a hungry demon. That's what Lynne said.

[vanillain]

Bullshit! You got nothing on me.

[defenceservice]

You wanna put your word up against the Seer's?

[vanillain]

Spoken like you actually have the Seer's word! But since all you've got is your asshole where your mouth is supposed to be, I'll put my word wherever I like!

[defenceservice]

[glances at Parker with an unspoken question]

[thepawfectcrime]

What, here? Right now? I'm holding quiches, what if he runs?

[vanillain]

What. What was that supposed to be?

[defenceservice]

Right - that's not what I meant!

[thepawfectcrime]

Ooooh you mean . . . [ eyebrow raise, tilt her head towards Cassius ] not [ eyebrow furrow, nod towards a discreet shady corner ].

[defenceservice]

I meant I think he's clean, all right?

[thepawfectcrime]

Yeeeeah, OK.

[vanillain]

Seriously? Is this really how you're going about it? You idiots are going to get yourself coma'd like that.

[defenceservice]

Don't you worry about us.

[vanillain]

Don't you worry, I'm not. I only care about me, my useless husband, and Our Lady.

[defenceservice]

Then we want the same things.

[vanillain]

Dead demons?