Theatrical Muse #320 What do you command?
"No."
"But..."
"I said no."
He pouted. She ignored him, continuing instead to dab paint in minuscule amounts along a ridge of the tiny sculpture.
"Please?"
"I said no. Don't," she added, as he started to fidget. "Touch that. I'm still working on it."
He drew his hand back and clasped his wrist behind his back to make a show of his obedience. She continued to ignore him, swearing as she shook the tiny bottle of paint.
"They don't have to be demons. They could..."
"No."
More pouting. "You're being horribly unfair."
"I'm being perfectly fair. You're being ridiculous. And you're only doing it because you're bored. Go taunt some police or something."
"You don't like it when I do that, either."
She looked up at him, pointing the brush in his direction. "I am not giving you your very own zombie demon army, Samael. And that's my final word."
"You are no fun at all."
"But..."
"I said no."
He pouted. She ignored him, continuing instead to dab paint in minuscule amounts along a ridge of the tiny sculpture.
"Please?"
"I said no. Don't," she added, as he started to fidget. "Touch that. I'm still working on it."
He drew his hand back and clasped his wrist behind his back to make a show of his obedience. She continued to ignore him, swearing as she shook the tiny bottle of paint.
"They don't have to be demons. They could..."
"No."
More pouting. "You're being horribly unfair."
"I'm being perfectly fair. You're being ridiculous. And you're only doing it because you're bored. Go taunt some police or something."
"You don't like it when I do that, either."
She looked up at him, pointing the brush in his direction. "I am not giving you your very own zombie demon army, Samael. And that's my final word."
"You are no fun at all."