test driving, yo.

[broil]

Have you accepted our lord and savior Satan?

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[broil]

Are you sure? I hear segways are the shit.

[He knows he's weird. He relishes in his weirdness. It's the best you should try it sometime.

Sips.]

Need to brush up on my skills. So sure, I'll do it.

[kaladanda]

[ he can take the quirky weirdo role in this duo, she's fine with it. ]

Make sure you know which to Impel. Don't go with Wrath on a Buddhist or Greed on a philanthropist. [ teaching a demon how to fuck around with sins. this is her life now. ]

[broil]

[Looks at her. Tastes his lips like there's something funny in his mouth now.

Really Diana. Really.]

And don't offer a burger to a vegetarian. Got it.

[kaladanda]

Good boy. [ smirks around her cup and puts it down to wolf down on the muffin ]

[broil]

Damn, girl, eat much?

[sua esfomeada]

[kaladanda]

Shut up.

[ mouthful of muffin ]

Keep an eye out for cars.

[broil]

[covers one eye. looks out the window with the other.

drinks more.]

[kaladanda]

[ you are an idiot. ]

[ eats the muffin while waiting for someone to be their victim. ]

There. [ points to a woman opening her car ] Go.

[broil]

[Yayyyy

He finishes up his drink with one last swig, adjusts his shirt around his collar and walks on over to the lady. He leans like he's hitting on her, but seeing as their age gap is a bit too glaring, it becomes more comical than enticing.

Except all he needs is a quick read to tell this one's all about Envy. And all he has to do is amp up her desire to have a better car than her neighbor's. She doesn't need this one anymore, just walk on over there and get your husband to buy you a new one.

And he walks back into the café swinging the carkeys in one finger. Eyyy.]

Who's the man? I'm the man.

[kaladanda]

[ she keeps eating her food, drinking the sugared cappuccino while having her eyes on him all the time from behind the window. there's no expression on her face as he corrupts and impels. she is aware that it isn't right to do these things, not by human morals, but at the same time, it's a necessary mean for a greater good

at least this isn't so bad when she has to help his dinky ass hunt for human flesh - or when she has to do it for herself. that certainly leaves a bitter taste in her mouth and a sickness in her stomach.

when he returns, she smiles and nods. finishing the coffee, she sets the cup down and gets up, brushing off the crumbs from her lap ]

I'll even let you drive.

[broil]

I know you will.

[Why do you think he looks so confident, girly.]

How was the muffin?

[kaladanda]

It was good.

[ zips up her jacket and walks over to the car that now belongs to them, to the passenger's side ]

We need to go buy weapons.

[broil]

[key in ignition, mmmmmhm. rolls down window and leans his arm on the door. check out this swag.]

Know anyone who's sellin'?

[kaladanda]

[ they're in a shitty toyota corolla, there is no swag to be had ]

I might. [ leans back on her seat and puts her feet up, crossing her arms over her belly ] There's a guy in Chicago.

[broil]

[It's not the car, it's how you drive it.]

How expensive? Do we have to - [looks at her, arches brows emphatically] Bargain?

[kaladanda]

[ no it's the car when it comes to you dinky ass demon. ]

I don't know yet. [ pulls her cellphone from her pocket, a modernity that she still uses. only it's not modern at all, it's one of those shitty nokias, but at least it's easily replaceable if it gets destroyed

seems to be texting ]

We might need to hunt some Priests in exchange. [ reaches over to the radio and turns it on. it's appropriately playing church organ music. changes it so fast ] The guy's a demon.

[broil]

[omg so rude. and that music almost made his skin crawl. where's the smooth jazz station? clicks it after she clicks it.]

My kinda guy. Nothing too extreme to handle, then. We got this.

[Smiling. He's too confident for his own good, but hey, what're you gonna do.]

[kaladanda]

[ clicks it again, not even looking at it while she reads the text ]

What kind of guns do you need? Blades?

[broil]

You know I work with what I get, ragamuffin.

[Squints.]

What if we went with desert eagles this time? I never tried those. Old school style.

[kaladanda]

[ ...ragamuffin. slowly looks at him with arched eyebrows and goes back to the cellphone ]

Maybe you should go with a Raging Bull. We could use some shotguns, those are always handy. [ and nearly impossible to miss ]

[broil]

Shit, that's manly.

[Manlier than he'll ever be, let's be honest.]

Does She give you these ideas or do they just come off the top of your head?

[kaladanda]

[ makes a sour face and sends the last text, putting the cellphone back in her jacket's pocket ]

I like to think I still have something of my own in my head.

[broil]

Hey, [lifts one defensive hand, other on the wheel,] Just wondering. I don't know how that works up there.

[He'd say down there, but that would get different connotations if he's referring to her body.]

... Do you think I still have something of my own in my head?

[He asks with a smile, but. Truth is he remembers little to nothing about who he used to be before.]

[kaladanda]

[ you don't want to know how that works up there, kid. looks at him with a soft smile, hiding what's really going on. she doesn't lose it when he asks her the question, but she does scoots in her seat, leaning her head on the door and closing her eyes, enjoying the breeze from outside ]

I think you're still you. [ it's a lie, but she doesn't have it in her to tell him otherwise. go figure, she likes the kid like you love a shitty little brother ]

Unfortunately. [ she adds to alleviate the mood ]

[broil]

[Unfortunately, huh. huh.

But he doesn't press on that. He just gives her a side glance and keeps his eyes on the road because this isn't a goddamn american movie. AMERICAAAA]

That why you picked me?