CFUW 114: The Music Room

[cfuw_shepherd]

[there is the sound of a piano. the air feels dim and heavy . . .]

[Luka is sitting on a small couch, swaying back and forth and listening as Christian plays]

Comments

[bitchester]

[...]

What's going on?

[cfuw_shepherd]

You lost the game.

[bitchester]

[... going for knife again!]

[cfuw_shepherd]

[How sad you seem to have been disarmed in the meantime]

The evens and odds game, I mean.

[bitchester]

Yeah-I don't have a problem with short term memory.

This isn't what I thought you had in mind after that stunt.

[cfuw_shepherd]

...What did you think I had in mind?

[hops off the bench and approaches him]

[bitchester]

... I'm not sure.

I guess I should've known you'd drag it out.

[cfuw_shepherd]

[leans up on his tippietoes, reaching up to pat Sam's cheek]

Drag it out?

[bitchester]

[why do demons always want to badtouch me :(

pulling away]

Like I'm some toy. You're a kid, anyway.

[cfuw_shepherd]

You don't want to play with me?

[bitchester]

No.

Where's my knife?

[cfuw_shepherd]

Are you threatening me again? [sounds sad] I just want to play.

[bitchester]

If I had my knife, I'd be willing to play.

[cfuw_shepherd]

You want to play games of pain? Are you hurting now, Sam Winchester?

[bitchester]

What games did you have in mind?

[cfuw_shepherd]

Games. Games. What am I thinking of? Twenty questions.