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[burning_evil]

Anyone looking near the observation window this evening will probably notice the man sitting beneath it. He has dark hair, is wearing dark shades and his suit is so black and sleek and exquisitely tailored that it could probably make every tailor on Savile Row weep with envy. He's also smoking a cigarette that never seems to burn down and is

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[misterparker]

"Haven't seen you in a while," Parker says. He looks half disturbed by the prospect.

[burning_evil]

'Could say the same for you,' Satan replies, not looking disturbed. Looking derisive, more than anything.

'Jack must be keeping you busy.'

[misterparker]

"We're good," Parker agrees. "He's good."

He raises an eyebrow. "And you? How's the evil business going?"

[burning_evil]

He earns himself a stony expression for that one.

'Are you trying to be funny, Parker?'

[misterparker]

"Always," Parker says, slightly cheeky.

"Are you trying to be a dick?"

[burning_evil]

'You should get someone new to write your jokes.'

Deadpan.

He ignores the question because he considers it beneath him to grace it with a response.

[misterparker]

Parker rolls his eyes.

"No threats? No disdain?"

[burning_evil]

'I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was your own personal dancing monkey.'

Plenty of disdain right there. More than enough; it comes off him in waves.

'Especially seeing as you have Jack to fulfill that role.'

[misterparker]

"He's not a monkey," Parker says, harshly. "And he's not a toy."

[burning_evil]

'Yes yes, blah blah, whatever you say.'

He sneers and is really quite obviously in a very bad mood tonight.

'I didn't do a thorough enough job of taking his innocence from him. But it doesn't matter, does it, Parker? You were there to take the rest.'

[misterparker]

Parker grits his teeth.

"Jack and I are fine. Now. We're happy. He's happy. What crawled up your ass and exploded?"

[burning_evil]

'Having to put up with the likes of you.'

He gestures around the bar briefly as he speaks, clearly meaning 'you' as in everyone. Humans.

Whatever.

'Jack's a child.'

He quite misses him. Or as near to that emotion as he gets.

[misterparker]

"What does that mean?" Parker asks.

[burning_evil]

'Would you understand it if I explained?' he asks, pointedly.

[misterparker]

"Jack's not a kid, not anymore, not after what you did to him."

Parker scratches at his jeans.

[burning_evil]

'I'll gladly take credit but I think you'd have to ask whether it was really all me or not.'

He wishes it were all him.

'He did most of it to himself. Frost.'

He sees them as the same, these days.