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[demon_james]

Not so sure what to think anymore, 'bout anything. 'Bout Hell, Demons, Viggo ... bloody hell, Viggo . . . don't reckon I know what I think 'bout that at all. I'm his 'pet'. Ask him what that means, not sure I like the sodding answer. . . His toy, his plaything, at his bloody beck and call, and I can't seem to stop myself. Because I bloody well want

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[urban_demon]

*bounces in*

Hi...

[demon_james]

*I blink slightly. Right. Not the Demon I'd expect to show up. I nod slightly in greeting.*

Heya, Karl. What's up then? Not many folks come t'visit me.

*Which I realize is the truth. Guess I'm too much for most to handle. Again with the impulse control thing. I lean against the wall and wait to see what Karl's all about.*

[urban_demon]

*cocks head to the side*

Do you really like what Viggo does to you?

[demon_james]

*First off, I'm not so certain I want to answer that question. Second off, not sure why this Demon is starkers naked. Third off, I'm not sure I want to answer that question TO a demon that's starkers naked.*

Define what you mean, luv? Not quiet sure what you're getting at?

*Yeah, I like what Viggo does t'me. Drives me fucking wild. Just not so sure I like only being a sodding plaything and nothing more. There's the sodding rub.*