pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name

[redfive_wizard]

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar and Dairine Callahan
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern Day
Location: The castle grounds, though fairly far from the castle
Relative Date: Sometime not too far into the dinosaur plot, but after this
Status: Closed

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[2_winged_angel]

"Good." He placed the device back into his jacket's inner pocket.

The small demon, apparently forgotten by his hosts, had become increasingly agitated, and was apparently unwilling to wait any longer for a reply. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be? Fine, then!" he screeched, taking to the air. "Fuck you, fruitcake," he shouted at Lucifer, flipping him the bird. "And you too, pimple-tits!" He directed his furious middle digit at Dairine. "I'm outta here!"

He took off, straight upwards, and Lucifer watched with some mild curiosity as he did so. He couldn't have gained more than a few hundred meters of altitude, though, before his trajectory became unstable, and moments later, he fell from the sky, apparently unconscious. He landed with an unceremonious 'plop' in the water some distance away from the two.

"You may want to be wary of that one." Lucifer observed. "I expect him to be a poor neighbor, and quite likely vengeful." He paused, thoughtfully. "Not terribly bright, mind you, but one hardly needs to be in order to stab someone to death in her sleep."

[redfive_wizard]

Dairine rolled her eyes at the demon's exit. She'd meant what she'd said earlier. She had much bigger things to worry about than him, as became even more clear when he splashed back down to the earth.

Still, she did take Sam's warnings into consideration. Not that she wasn't already concerned about sleeping. She'd put up a simple spell to let her know if someone barged into her room. Of course that had become slightly more complicated when Vala had moved in, but Vala also provided an extra layer of security, which was nice.

Nevertheless.

"Yeah," she said. "I don't think he'll be too much of a problem."

That, at least, felt normal. A confrontation with the Lone One was never complete without some sort of flippancy on her part.

[2_winged_angel]

"Good, then," he replied. And it was. She was, at least for the moment, an asset to him, and one he didn't care to see out of the picture for however long the metaphysics of this place took to ressurrect one.

"That would seem to conclude our business for the moment." He glanced down at the slaughtered animal, which even now seemed to be gathering flies. "And I think I'll leave this as is. Since you're so concerned with these animals' well-being, I'm sure you'll appreciate my leaving some hungry scavenger a free meal."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he began to amble away. "Be seeing you, then... Neighbor," he said over his shoulder.

[redfive_wizard]

"Yeah," she said. "I'm sure we will."

Then she shook her head sharply, trying to get a grip.

"We've got work to do," she said to Spot. It felt like she'd been saying that for a long time now.

((It's been nice threading with you!))

[2_winged_angel]

((And you as well. I look forwards to doing so again some time.))