[on the library rooftop, there is one (1) demon reading a book and sipping something from a tall glass; the sun is setting and burns the sky orange.  the demon is reading Tolstoy and generally relaxing]

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You know Desire doesn't offer assistance out of the goodness of its heart. Where would it live if it did that?

*pulls off his glasses, rubs at his eyes; he looks like he's got a headache* This doesn't happen to me. Maybe other people. Humans. But not me. I don't get "tangled." I'm not even supposed to bloody well get ( Read more... )