CVII.

[dark_butler]

Everyone has gone wild for chocolate.

There is chocolate in my flat.

I want it.

I never even cared all that much about chocolate when I was human. This is absurd. I don't want to eat this rich, smooth, dark, sweet...

Shit.

It will make me ill.

Someone take this. Now.

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[banditfox]

There you are, courting trouble again.

[dark_butler]

Not so. I have had it taken off my hands.

[banditfox]

An act of charity, or was there someone who simply couldn't ignore the opportunity for free chocolate?

[dark_butler]

Actually, Tony was going to give it to his friend, who had been eating it all day.

[banditfox]

I foresee a number of upset stomachs in the hours to come.

[dark_butler]

As long as that stomach isn't mine.

[banditfox]

How does the day find you, other than a bothersome longing for sweets?

[dark_butler]

It finds me well. I've nearly completed my project, then it will be time for something new.

[banditfox]

That's good to hear. How is Pup?

[dark_butler]

He's enjoying his job at the Circus. I'm rather at a loss for what to do with a hellhound's... earnings.

[banditfox]

He works at a circus.

[dark_butler]

Yes. It's a pity you don't remember the day he invaded the City, as his job is a consequence of that.

[banditfox]

It makes ... an odd sort of sense, if you'll excuse my saying so.

[dark_butler]

Hn. I am displeased that he is being held to a contract he is patently incapable of committing to.

[banditfox]

The contract is the primary source of your concern, then.

[dark_butler]

Yes. The work at the Circus doesn't harm him. The contract is my concern.