dear_mun | i don't even know.

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You can say all you want, love. Best deal I made in my life.

New and improved, and all that. At least I'm not restrained by the red-tape if I need a new someone.

The red-tape might be obnoxious but I can't really fault them for it when I might have been the one to suggest it.

You'd love what I've done with the place, then. Just because it's a demonic invention doesn't not make it a bastard to wrangle.

What, er... What have you done then?

Nothing much. Got rid of the pain and blood-stains and screams, and replaced it with a never-ending queue.

Oh, wonderful. I think I'll still stay topside.

Here I thought you of all people would appreciate it, love.

I can appreciate it from up here.

As long as you're appreciating it. Sorry, what was your name again?

Crowley. [Pronounced "crow-lee".]

You have a sad lack of humour, Mr Crowley.

[He pronounces it more like ‘Craw-lee’.]

[Have a glare.]

And you need to work on your diction.

You’re assuming it was accidental, love.

There's no need to be an arse.

Demon. Where would be the fun if I couldn’t choose to be an arse just for the, if you’ll pardon the expression, Hell of it?

Details. [Grump grump grump.]

The Devil's in them, or so I've heard.