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[omgsatanpwns]

*enter, doing his best to cover that he's still getting used to a human body, one (1) demon, dark-haired (aren't they all) and crisply dressed in a pinstripe suit plus a black tie, carrying a slick black briefcase*

*looks around briefly and arches an eyebrow* ...I am Nelchael, of Hell.

My Lord? I am here.

Typist: Are you happy now, 'Rika? -- so

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[avenginggoddess]

*Has gone completely hippie on us while the typist has been throwing her hissy fit, and is now dressed in a Sari. You know, from India*
*HANDS THE DEMON A FLOWER*

Have you ever considered exchanging those clothes for more naturally made garments?

Typist: Yeah, I don't know, either.

[omgsatanpwns]

*takes it, automatically, and looks at it blankly for a moment before dropping it and crushing it under his heel*

No. I have not.

Typist: I. Love. Nem.

[avenginggoddess]

You make flowers cry. *Dramatic sigh and fake cries, along with those flowers*

Typist: That's one of us?

[omgsatanpwns]

Then I have fulfilled my function.

Typist: Well, some of us are biased, so that makes two of us at least. ♥

[avenginggoddess]

....*HITS HIM ON THE HEAD WITH A FRYING PAIN*

Typist: *Cries* She's so CRAZY.

[omgsatanpwns]

*frying pan'd*

... What exactly do you think you are doing?

Typist: Nem is wonderful. ^__^

[avenginggoddess]

Avengning the flowers, obviously. *Does it again*

Typist:...right. XD