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Don't let the last long fool ya, Hastur's not gone soft.
[14:25] Hastur> *flamey yay*
[14:25] Metatron> *...appears and stuff*
[14:25] Hastur> Claaaaaancy.
[14:26] Metatron> ... *sighs* Hastur.
[14:26] Hastur> *saunters up to him and wraps an arm around his shoulders* How's it going?
[14:26] Metatron> ... It was going better up until now.
[14:28] Hastur> *pats him on the chest with his free hand* Aw, what's wrong?
[14:28] Metatron> *patted* ...Please don't touch me.
[14:28] Hastur> Aw, why not?
[14:28] Metatron> *blank stare*
[14:29] Hastur> It's a *beauuutiful day*, innit, angel?
[14:29] Metatron> ...I suppose so...?
[14:29] Hastur> That's what I thought!
[14:29] Metatron> ... *blinkblinks* I'm confused.
[14:30] Hastur> 'Bout what? *leans over and smooches Meta on the cheek*
[14:30] Metatron> ... *carefully shoves Hastur away* You.
[14:31] Hastur> I'm not confusing, I'm just wholeheartedly *evil*.
[14:31] Metatron> *exasperated* Hastur...
[14:32] Hastur> What?
[14:32] Metatron> You are not completely evil.
[14:33] Hastur> Am too!
[14:33] Metatron> You are -not-.
[14:33] Hastur> Am tooooo. Want me to prove it?
[14:33] Metatron> *sighs* If you must.
[14:36] Hastur> Oh, good! *extricates his arm from around Meta's shoulder and elbows him in the face*
[14:37] Hastur> *puts a hand over his mouth* Oh, dear, I'm *so sorry*. My arm slipped!
[14:37] Metatron> *flinches and wipes away the blood from his mouth with the back of his sleeve* ... *sighs*
[14:38] Hastur> *pats Meta on the head* See? Evil!
[14:38] Metatron> You're not particularly convincing.
[14:39] Hastur> ... *grins* Want me to be?
[14:39] Metatron> *blank look* If you feel you must.
[14:42] Hastur> Maybe I should feed you to a lion!
[14:43] Metatron> Please, don't. Honestly, though, if it makes you feel better, do whatever you want.
[14:45] Hastur> Hm.... You're being most uncooperative.
[14:45] Metatron> How's that?
[14:46] Hastur> You're being too... cooperative.
[14:46] Metatron> Oh. Er... I'm sorry?
[14:46] Hastur> *siiiigh*
[14:47] Metatron> *frowns and touches a hand to the bruise on his face in order to heal it* That's not to say I want you to hurt me, Hastur.
[14:48] Metatron> s>BUT MY TYPIST DOES!/s>
[14:49] Hastur> Sure. Whatever you say. *grabs hold of Meta's hair and yanks his head backwards* Y'see...
[14:49] Metatron> *yanked! looks suitably surprised and glares* ...what?
[14:49] Hastur> I think I've been too nice.
[14:49] Metatron> Very possible.
[14:51] Hastur> And I don't think I should be nice anymore.
[14:51] Metatron> I suppose that's a matter of opinion.
[14:53] Hastur> Well, see, I don't *care* about anyone else's opinion. *yanks a bit harder on his hair*
[14:54] Metatron> *winces and is really a lot with the glaring of the wrath which is heavenly* I had gathered that.
[14:56] Hastur> *wouldn't that be the wrath that left heaven-ly?* Oh, good, I knew you weren't as dumb as you looked.
[14:56] Metatron> *whatever. it's the only wrath he's still all nice and practiced in, so* ...of course.
[14:59] Hastur> Oh, and how convenient that you *left* Heaven, so if I *do* anything to you, it's not at all their business!
[15:00] Metatron> *shudders slightly* ... *really doesn't have anything to say to this*
[15:02] Hastur> *laughs and drags a fingernail lightly along Meta's throat* I think we're going to be the *best* of friends.
[15:04] Metatron> *shudders again* Shut up, demon.
[15:05] Hastur> Oh, no. *I* am not gonna be the one shutting up. Because see? You and I? We're going to be the only ones who *know* about this little arrangement. If I get word that you tell *anyone*? I will hurt your little friends. *Badly*. And you wouldn't want that, would you, widdew angew?
[15:07] Metatron> We don't -have- an arrangement, demon.
[15:07] Metatron> [And they definitely don't have an Arrangement. Hi, Crowley and Zira. o_O]
[15:07] Hastur> Oh, right. Well, we will. Or, y'know... same consequences. I have to hurt *someone*, here. And I'm sure you would rather it be you than anyone else, hm?
[15:08] Metatron> ...Of... course I would. *swallows* I -- can't... tell anyone...?
[15:09] Hastur> Not a word. Or I would be *very upset*. And you don't want to see that, do you?
[15:10] Metatron> Not... if it means you'll hurt any of the people I love.
[15:12] Hastur> *grins* Brilliant! So, we *do* have an agreement, don't we?
[15:12] Metatron> ... *nods miserably*
[15:13] Hastur> *grins and lets go of his hair* Brilliant!
[15:13] Metatron> *-glares-, hi* I beg to differ.
[15:14] Hastur> Well, of course you would, wouldn't you?
[15:15] Metatron> Of course. *...sighs, suddenly looking very defeated* Now what?
[15:16] Hastur> *grins* Nothing, right now. I have what I want, so I don't really feel like hurting anyone. Consider yourself fortunate. *plops down in a chair* Can you go get me a sandwich, Clance?
[15:16] Metatron> ... *blinks* A sandwich?
[15:17] Hastur> Yep. Ham. With some mustard.
[15:17] Metatron> ...Must I?
[15:17] Hastur> *grins* Why yes.
[15:17] Metatron> *scowls* ...Right. *just angelmods up a sandwich and hands it over*
[15:18] Hastur> *takes the sandwichi* Gee, Clance. You're swell. Mind shining my shoes? *takes a bite*
[15:18] Metatron> ...Can't you do that yourself?
[15:19] Hastur> Well, yes. But I want *you* to.
[15:19] Metatron> By -hand-?
[15:19] Hastur> Duh?
[15:21] Metatron> ... *twitchtwitch* *sits on the floor next to Hastur and -- ...shines his shoes, looking rather as though he might like to strangle something*
[15:21] Hastur> I want to be able to *see* myself in these shoes.
[15:22] Metatron> *...polishes with sullen vigor*
[15:23] Hastur> *leans back in his seat and eats his sandwich*
[15:23] Metatron> *oh look. shinyshiny Hasturshoes* ...Is that good enough?
[15:24] Hastur> *studies the shoes for a bit* Sure. Do you do pedicures?
[15:24] Metatron> ...-Pedicures-? I don't believe I would know how.
[15:24] Hastur> *demonmods his shoes up next to him on the seat and wiggles his toes* Time to figure it out.
[15:25] Metatron> ... *blank stare* What do you want of me...?
[15:25] Hastur> Pedicure. I don't groom my feet enough.
[15:25] Metatron> ...um. *blinks*
[15:26] Hastur> *smiles*
[15:26] Metatron> ...I really don't... *bliiiiinks*
[15:26] Hastur> Oh, just... pumice the calluses some and trim the nails.
[15:27] Metatron> Er. All right. *need I mention his expression of pure disgust?* *...angelmods up a nailclipper and... begins to TRIM HASTUR'S NAILS. THIS IS SO. WRONG.*
[15:27] Hastur> *grins and returns to his sandwich*
[15:31] Metatron> I -- this is disgusting, demon. *lalala nailtrimming*
[15:33] Hastur> Well, yes. But you have to start with the grotty jobs before you work up to the good ones.
[15:33] Metatron> ...There are good ones...? *whee*
[15:35] Hastur> Well sure!
[15:35] Metatron> ...Such as...? *yes, finishes trimming Hastur's toenails and looks momentarily lost*
[15:36] Hastur> Massage the feet now, angel. Such as, lemme think... *grins* Tempting mortals for me..
[15:36] Metatron> ........-No-. *glares*
[15:37] Hastur> *snorts* As if I'd trust you with that, angel.
[15:37] Hastur> You'd probably take someone halfway to Hell and *convert* him.
[15:37] Metatron> *so much relief* Good. Then -- ...what? *...sort of looks at Hastur's feet and okay -ew-*
[15:38] Hastur> I dunno. I'll work something out. You'll be my personal assistant. In addition to your punching bag duties.
[15:38] Metatron> *sighs* ...Right. *um. can't bring himself to touch Hastur's feet*
[15:39] Hastur> Come *on*, angel.
[15:40] Metatron> ... -Must- I?
[15:41] Hastur> Well, if you *like* Famine having limbs, sure..
[15:42] Metatron> ... *turns rather pale* ...Oh. *--gets to it, then, um*
[15:43] Hastur> Ahhhhhhh.
[15:44] Metatron> *...makes a face but keeps massaging*
[15:44] Hastur> You're good at this, Clancy.
[15:45] Metatron> I wasn't aware.
[15:45] Hastur> I'm just good at finding talent, I guess.
[15:45] Metatron> ...I suppose. May I stop yet?
[15:48] Hastur> Mm.. I guess.
[15:48] Metatron> *stops and is much with the evident relief* Thank you.
[15:48] Hastur> *knocks his shoes to the floor* Put 'em back on.
[15:49] Metatron> ... *picks them up and carefully puts them back on Hastur's feet* ...
[15:49] Hastur> Thank you!
[15:50] Metatron> ... You're... welcome.
[15:50] Hastur> *grins* Course I am.
[15:50] Metatron> ... *glares*
[15:53] Hastur> Good sandwich, by the way. *finishes off and hands him the plate* Be a dear and go wash that?
[15:53] Metatron> *takes it, gets to his feet, and kitchenifies*
[15:55] Metatron> *...pauses in front of the sink to grip the edge of the counter and will himself not to scream* ... *just angelmods the plate clean and goes back out into the main room*
[15:57] Hastur> Good job, Clance!
[15:57] Hastur> Go 'head and take a break.
[15:58] Metatron> ...Thank you. *sits on -- a couch across from Hastur's chair, sure, and hugs his knees*
[15:59] Hastur> *looks thoughtful for a moment*
[15:59] Metatron> *um. just looks angry/depressed*
[15:59] Hastur> I was thinking, Clancy...
[15:59] Metatron> ...Yes...?
[16:00] Hastur> PAs are on call 24/7...
[16:00] Metatron> ...*blinks* What?
[16:01] Hastur> Well, you never *know* when the boss might need something. Here. *demonmods up a pager and tosses it at Meta* There. Now, if you're off doing your Clancy-esque things, and I need you, I'll be able to get in contact!
[16:01] Metatron> *blinks at the pager* I... see. ... *sighs* All right. Thank you.
[16:01] Hastur> Surely!
[16:03] Metatron> *sets it on the couch next to him and sighs* I suppose I overestimated you, then.
[16:06] Hastur> Haven't I been saying that?
[16:06] Metatron> You have. Then I suppose you were right. *em0*
[16:07] Hastur> *grins* Well, that's cuz, unlike you, I'm not a blithering idiot.
[16:07] Metatron> I'm n -- ...all right, I am an idiot.
[16:09] Hastur> See, ther ewe go.
[16:09] Hastur> [There we go, even.]
[16:09] Metatron> [XD Ewe.]
[16:10] Metatron> I'm not so stupid I don't know of my own stupidity.
[16:10] Hastur> True. That takes a special kinda angel.
[16:10] Hastur> [Raziel: ... What?]
[16:10] Metatron> [XDDD]
[16:12] Metatron> Mmm. *really not in the -best- of moods*
[16:12] Hastur> *grins. I'll try not to overly impinge on your personal time. *gee, wonder why*
[16:13] Metatron> *rather dully* Thank you. I don't honestly have a lot of that. Beelzebub is a talking puppy.
[16:14] Hastur> *laughs* He is, isn't he.
[16:15] Metatron> Yes. He is.
[16:17] Hastur> Almost forgot about that.
[16:18] Metatron> Mmph. *shifts to a crosslegged position, angelmods up a tub of ice cream, and digs in* It's... um.
[16:19] Hastur> It's not very conducive to a physical relationship, hm.
[16:20] Metatron> ... *shakes his head*
[16:21] Hastur> Poor angel, you must be as horny as all get out.
[16:21] Metatron> ... *turns scarlet* Er --
[16:22] Hastur> Angel, you don't need to hem and haw about it. I mean, you haven't gotten laid in HOW long?
[16:22] Metatron> ...
[16:22] Metatron> Twenty-seven days.
[16:25] Hastur> Wow, you've been *counting*.
[16:25] Metatron> ...Um. *buries his face in his hands* He was she at the time, of course.
[16:26] Hastur> Right. So how long since he was a *he*?
[16:27] Metatron> ...Over a month... *EATS ICE CREAM. heroically.*
[16:27] Hastur> Dude, you must be fit to burst.
[16:28] Metatron> ... *nodnod* *ICE CREAM*
[16:31] Hastur> *grins* Well, if you ever need any help with that, really, just let me know.
[16:31] Metatron> ... *-glareglarerevolution-*
[16:32] Hastur> *shrugs* Hey, like I said. Monogamy doesn't mean much to a demon. The offer stands, whether or not you feel like taking me up on it. Ta ta for now! *flameypoofs away*
[14:25] Metatron> *...appears and stuff*
[14:25] Hastur> Claaaaaancy.
[14:26] Metatron> ... *sighs* Hastur.
[14:26] Hastur> *saunters up to him and wraps an arm around his shoulders* How's it going?
[14:26] Metatron> ... It was going better up until now.
[14:28] Hastur> *pats him on the chest with his free hand* Aw, what's wrong?
[14:28] Metatron> *patted* ...Please don't touch me.
[14:28] Hastur> Aw, why not?
[14:28] Metatron> *blank stare*
[14:29] Hastur> It's a *beauuutiful day*, innit, angel?
[14:29] Metatron> ...I suppose so...?
[14:29] Hastur> That's what I thought!
[14:29] Metatron> ... *blinkblinks* I'm confused.
[14:30] Hastur> 'Bout what? *leans over and smooches Meta on the cheek*
[14:30] Metatron> ... *carefully shoves Hastur away* You.
[14:31] Hastur> I'm not confusing, I'm just wholeheartedly *evil*.
[14:31] Metatron> *exasperated* Hastur...
[14:32] Hastur> What?
[14:32] Metatron> You are not completely evil.
[14:33] Hastur> Am too!
[14:33] Metatron> You are -not-.
[14:33] Hastur> Am tooooo. Want me to prove it?
[14:33] Metatron> *sighs* If you must.
[14:36] Hastur> Oh, good! *extricates his arm from around Meta's shoulder and elbows him in the face*
[14:37] Hastur> *puts a hand over his mouth* Oh, dear, I'm *so sorry*. My arm slipped!
[14:37] Metatron> *flinches and wipes away the blood from his mouth with the back of his sleeve* ... *sighs*
[14:38] Hastur> *pats Meta on the head* See? Evil!
[14:38] Metatron> You're not particularly convincing.
[14:39] Hastur> ... *grins* Want me to be?
[14:39] Metatron> *blank look* If you feel you must.
[14:42] Hastur> Maybe I should feed you to a lion!
[14:43] Metatron> Please, don't. Honestly, though, if it makes you feel better, do whatever you want.
[14:45] Hastur> Hm.... You're being most uncooperative.
[14:45] Metatron> How's that?
[14:46] Hastur> You're being too... cooperative.
[14:46] Metatron> Oh. Er... I'm sorry?
[14:46] Hastur> *siiiigh*
[14:47] Metatron> *frowns and touches a hand to the bruise on his face in order to heal it* That's not to say I want you to hurt me, Hastur.
[14:48] Metatron> s>BUT MY TYPIST DOES!/s>
[14:49] Hastur> Sure. Whatever you say. *grabs hold of Meta's hair and yanks his head backwards* Y'see...
[14:49] Metatron> *yanked! looks suitably surprised and glares* ...what?
[14:49] Hastur> I think I've been too nice.
[14:49] Metatron> Very possible.
[14:51] Hastur> And I don't think I should be nice anymore.
[14:51] Metatron> I suppose that's a matter of opinion.
[14:53] Hastur> Well, see, I don't *care* about anyone else's opinion. *yanks a bit harder on his hair*
[14:54] Metatron> *winces and is really a lot with the glaring of the wrath which is heavenly* I had gathered that.
[14:56] Hastur> *wouldn't that be the wrath that left heaven-ly?* Oh, good, I knew you weren't as dumb as you looked.
[14:56] Metatron> *whatever. it's the only wrath he's still all nice and practiced in, so* ...of course.
[14:59] Hastur> Oh, and how convenient that you *left* Heaven, so if I *do* anything to you, it's not at all their business!
[15:00] Metatron> *shudders slightly* ... *really doesn't have anything to say to this*
[15:02] Hastur> *laughs and drags a fingernail lightly along Meta's throat* I think we're going to be the *best* of friends.
[15:04] Metatron> *shudders again* Shut up, demon.
[15:05] Hastur> Oh, no. *I* am not gonna be the one shutting up. Because see? You and I? We're going to be the only ones who *know* about this little arrangement. If I get word that you tell *anyone*? I will hurt your little friends. *Badly*. And you wouldn't want that, would you, widdew angew?
[15:07] Metatron> We don't -have- an arrangement, demon.
[15:07] Metatron> [And they definitely don't have an Arrangement. Hi, Crowley and Zira. o_O]
[15:07] Hastur> Oh, right. Well, we will. Or, y'know... same consequences. I have to hurt *someone*, here. And I'm sure you would rather it be you than anyone else, hm?
[15:08] Metatron> ...Of... course I would. *swallows* I -- can't... tell anyone...?
[15:09] Hastur> Not a word. Or I would be *very upset*. And you don't want to see that, do you?
[15:10] Metatron> Not... if it means you'll hurt any of the people I love.
[15:12] Hastur> *grins* Brilliant! So, we *do* have an agreement, don't we?
[15:12] Metatron> ... *nods miserably*
[15:13] Hastur> *grins and lets go of his hair* Brilliant!
[15:13] Metatron> *-glares-, hi* I beg to differ.
[15:14] Hastur> Well, of course you would, wouldn't you?
[15:15] Metatron> Of course. *...sighs, suddenly looking very defeated* Now what?
[15:16] Hastur> *grins* Nothing, right now. I have what I want, so I don't really feel like hurting anyone. Consider yourself fortunate. *plops down in a chair* Can you go get me a sandwich, Clance?
[15:16] Metatron> ... *blinks* A sandwich?
[15:17] Hastur> Yep. Ham. With some mustard.
[15:17] Metatron> ...Must I?
[15:17] Hastur> *grins* Why yes.
[15:17] Metatron> *scowls* ...Right. *just angelmods up a sandwich and hands it over*
[15:18] Hastur> *takes the sandwichi* Gee, Clance. You're swell. Mind shining my shoes? *takes a bite*
[15:18] Metatron> ...Can't you do that yourself?
[15:19] Hastur> Well, yes. But I want *you* to.
[15:19] Metatron> By -hand-?
[15:19] Hastur> Duh?
[15:21] Metatron> ... *twitchtwitch* *sits on the floor next to Hastur and -- ...shines his shoes, looking rather as though he might like to strangle something*
[15:21] Hastur> I want to be able to *see* myself in these shoes.
[15:22] Metatron> *...polishes with sullen vigor*
[15:23] Hastur> *leans back in his seat and eats his sandwich*
[15:23] Metatron> *oh look. shinyshiny Hasturshoes* ...Is that good enough?
[15:24] Hastur> *studies the shoes for a bit* Sure. Do you do pedicures?
[15:24] Metatron> ...-Pedicures-? I don't believe I would know how.
[15:24] Hastur> *demonmods his shoes up next to him on the seat and wiggles his toes* Time to figure it out.
[15:25] Metatron> ... *blank stare* What do you want of me...?
[15:25] Hastur> Pedicure. I don't groom my feet enough.
[15:25] Metatron> ...um. *blinks*
[15:26] Hastur> *smiles*
[15:26] Metatron> ...I really don't... *bliiiiinks*
[15:26] Hastur> Oh, just... pumice the calluses some and trim the nails.
[15:27] Metatron> Er. All right. *need I mention his expression of pure disgust?* *...angelmods up a nailclipper and... begins to TRIM HASTUR'S NAILS. THIS IS SO. WRONG.*
[15:27] Hastur> *grins and returns to his sandwich*
[15:31] Metatron> I -- this is disgusting, demon. *lalala nailtrimming*
[15:33] Hastur> Well, yes. But you have to start with the grotty jobs before you work up to the good ones.
[15:33] Metatron> ...There are good ones...? *whee*
[15:35] Hastur> Well sure!
[15:35] Metatron> ...Such as...? *yes, finishes trimming Hastur's toenails and looks momentarily lost*
[15:36] Hastur> Massage the feet now, angel. Such as, lemme think... *grins* Tempting mortals for me..
[15:36] Metatron> ........-No-. *glares*
[15:37] Hastur> *snorts* As if I'd trust you with that, angel.
[15:37] Hastur> You'd probably take someone halfway to Hell and *convert* him.
[15:37] Metatron> *so much relief* Good. Then -- ...what? *...sort of looks at Hastur's feet and okay -ew-*
[15:38] Hastur> I dunno. I'll work something out. You'll be my personal assistant. In addition to your punching bag duties.
[15:38] Metatron> *sighs* ...Right. *um. can't bring himself to touch Hastur's feet*
[15:39] Hastur> Come *on*, angel.
[15:40] Metatron> ... -Must- I?
[15:41] Hastur> Well, if you *like* Famine having limbs, sure..
[15:42] Metatron> ... *turns rather pale* ...Oh. *--gets to it, then, um*
[15:43] Hastur> Ahhhhhhh.
[15:44] Metatron> *...makes a face but keeps massaging*
[15:44] Hastur> You're good at this, Clancy.
[15:45] Metatron> I wasn't aware.
[15:45] Hastur> I'm just good at finding talent, I guess.
[15:45] Metatron> ...I suppose. May I stop yet?
[15:48] Hastur> Mm.. I guess.
[15:48] Metatron> *stops and is much with the evident relief* Thank you.
[15:48] Hastur> *knocks his shoes to the floor* Put 'em back on.
[15:49] Metatron> ... *picks them up and carefully puts them back on Hastur's feet* ...
[15:49] Hastur> Thank you!
[15:50] Metatron> ... You're... welcome.
[15:50] Hastur> *grins* Course I am.
[15:50] Metatron> ... *glares*
[15:53] Hastur> Good sandwich, by the way. *finishes off and hands him the plate* Be a dear and go wash that?
[15:53] Metatron> *takes it, gets to his feet, and kitchenifies*
[15:55] Metatron> *...pauses in front of the sink to grip the edge of the counter and will himself not to scream* ... *just angelmods the plate clean and goes back out into the main room*
[15:57] Hastur> Good job, Clance!
[15:57] Hastur> Go 'head and take a break.
[15:58] Metatron> ...Thank you. *sits on -- a couch across from Hastur's chair, sure, and hugs his knees*
[15:59] Hastur> *looks thoughtful for a moment*
[15:59] Metatron> *um. just looks angry/depressed*
[15:59] Hastur> I was thinking, Clancy...
[15:59] Metatron> ...Yes...?
[16:00] Hastur> PAs are on call 24/7...
[16:00] Metatron> ...*blinks* What?
[16:01] Hastur> Well, you never *know* when the boss might need something. Here. *demonmods up a pager and tosses it at Meta* There. Now, if you're off doing your Clancy-esque things, and I need you, I'll be able to get in contact!
[16:01] Metatron> *blinks at the pager* I... see. ... *sighs* All right. Thank you.
[16:01] Hastur> Surely!
[16:03] Metatron> *sets it on the couch next to him and sighs* I suppose I overestimated you, then.
[16:06] Hastur> Haven't I been saying that?
[16:06] Metatron> You have. Then I suppose you were right. *em0*
[16:07] Hastur> *grins* Well, that's cuz, unlike you, I'm not a blithering idiot.
[16:07] Metatron> I'm n -- ...all right, I am an idiot.
[16:09] Hastur> See, ther ewe go.
[16:09] Hastur> [There we go, even.]
[16:09] Metatron> [XD Ewe.]
[16:10] Metatron> I'm not so stupid I don't know of my own stupidity.
[16:10] Hastur> True. That takes a special kinda angel.
[16:10] Hastur> [Raziel: ... What?]
[16:10] Metatron> [XDDD]
[16:12] Metatron> Mmm. *really not in the -best- of moods*
[16:12] Hastur> *grins. I'll try not to overly impinge on your personal time. *gee, wonder why*
[16:13] Metatron> *rather dully* Thank you. I don't honestly have a lot of that. Beelzebub is a talking puppy.
[16:14] Hastur> *laughs* He is, isn't he.
[16:15] Metatron> Yes. He is.
[16:17] Hastur> Almost forgot about that.
[16:18] Metatron> Mmph. *shifts to a crosslegged position, angelmods up a tub of ice cream, and digs in* It's... um.
[16:19] Hastur> It's not very conducive to a physical relationship, hm.
[16:20] Metatron> ... *shakes his head*
[16:21] Hastur> Poor angel, you must be as horny as all get out.
[16:21] Metatron> ... *turns scarlet* Er --
[16:22] Hastur> Angel, you don't need to hem and haw about it. I mean, you haven't gotten laid in HOW long?
[16:22] Metatron> ...
[16:22] Metatron> Twenty-seven days.
[16:25] Hastur> Wow, you've been *counting*.
[16:25] Metatron> ...Um. *buries his face in his hands* He was she at the time, of course.
[16:26] Hastur> Right. So how long since he was a *he*?
[16:27] Metatron> ...Over a month... *EATS ICE CREAM. heroically.*
[16:27] Hastur> Dude, you must be fit to burst.
[16:28] Metatron> ... *nodnod* *ICE CREAM*
[16:31] Hastur> *grins* Well, if you ever need any help with that, really, just let me know.
[16:31] Metatron> ... *-glareglarerevolution-*
[16:32] Hastur> *shrugs* Hey, like I said. Monogamy doesn't mean much to a demon. The offer stands, whether or not you feel like taking me up on it. Ta ta for now! *flameypoofs away*