Well, Alastor wasn't too keen on having a babysitter the entire time he spent doing this one hundred year day job. Barring anything unforeseen, the angel could at least expect him to listen to the rules.
.... The dog though, he was heavily tempted to just light the whole house on fire from here and call it a night. Just the mention of a dog had his nose wrinkling, the grin becoming just a touch sharper, perhaps a little more uncomfortably rigid in its appearance.
"... Dog's in the laundry room, got it." Don't go near the dog. Fine.
"If you're going to sweeten the pot with a little downtime though, I don't see any reason not to play ball." One dead human, coming right up, the demon promptly appearing to... click out of existence with a sharp snap of static, right dead smack into the house. He's listening, where's his medal.
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.... The dog though, he was heavily tempted to just light the whole house on fire from here and call it a night. Just the mention of a dog had his nose wrinkling, the grin becoming just a touch sharper, perhaps a little more uncomfortably rigid in its appearance.
"... Dog's in the laundry room, got it." Don't go near the dog. Fine.
"If you're going to sweeten the pot with a little downtime though, I don't see any reason not to play ball." One dead human, coming right up, the demon promptly appearing to... click out of existence with a sharp snap of static, right dead smack into the house. He's listening, where's his medal.