Calm down, these things take planning, and keep your voice down unless you want everyone to know. Of course after demon_glovers announcement, I'm not sure how we can keep it quiet.
We need to determine who's on our side, and who's on theirs, so let's start making a list shall we?
*I try to stop bouncing off the sodding walls. Being a bored Demon gets me all worked up though.*
M'right there with you, pet mate.
As for who's on what side. I'd reckon that Glover's on his own sodding side. Pretty sure HE wants to be in bloody charge, and have us be his little dancing minions. Fuck that!
Every other Demon I've met's either been obsessed with Hairdye, A nancing git, or become all *gags* Risen.
*I shoot you a fangy grin and prance a bit closer. I really have too much fucking energy this morning.*
*Bloody, Sodding, Hell! I back up a few paces raising my hands in a supplicating gesture. I really don't sodding need Viggo to rip off my head and drink from my brain stem.*
No offense, mate. Didn't mean anything by it. S'just an old habit that's dieing bloody hard. Won't do it again, right? No harm, no foul.
*I shrug. Have to keep with the bloody cool, cause fearing Viggo and letting him see it'll only get you in more sodding shit than not fearing him. Right, steer the conversation back on track mate.*
Don't know 'bout you, Viggo, but I refuse to dance to the tune of some unkown Demon that fell after me. You're the one that knows his bloody way 'round here, and Glover's being none too quiet 'bout his intentions.
*I snicker.*
'Least most folks tend to just write me off. Must be my amazingly good looks, or something. Think I haven't got a sodding brain.
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We need to determine who's on our side, and who's on theirs, so let's start making a list shall we?
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M'right there with you, pet mate.
As for who's on what side. I'd reckon that Glover's on his own sodding side. Pretty sure HE wants to be in bloody charge, and have us be his little dancing minions. Fuck that!
Every other Demon I've met's either been obsessed with Hairdye, A nancing git, or become all *gags* Risen.
*I shoot you a fangy grin and prance a bit closer. I really have too much fucking energy this morning.*
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Did you just almost call me pet?
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No offense, mate. Didn't mean anything by it. S'just an old habit that's dieing bloody hard. Won't do it again, right? No harm, no foul.
*I shrug. Have to keep with the bloody cool, cause fearing Viggo and letting him see it'll only get you in more sodding shit than not fearing him. Right, steer the conversation back on track mate.*
Don't know 'bout you, Viggo, but I refuse to dance to the tune of some unkown Demon that fell after me. You're the one that knows his bloody way 'round here, and Glover's being none too quiet 'bout his intentions.
*I snicker.*
'Least most folks tend to just write me off. Must be my amazingly good looks, or something. Think I haven't got a sodding brain.
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