damien

"Oh! Tell me more about Ghosts of British Warships!" he cheered, clearly excited by the idea of a movie with anything British in it. It wasn't anything new to either of them that Pip was excited about the country he was from, even if Damien would sometimes pick on him because of it. Ultimately, he was proud of his origin, even if everyone else made fun of it. "It sounds fun!" he commented, peeking over to look at the movie case, his own tail swishing lightly. When Damien mentioned the books again, Pip looked at him and grinned, just as excited as he was. "We could move all of the biblical books into the fantasy section," he suggested, "And then the fake ghost stories into fact and science section." Pip chuckled, Damien's excitement clearly rubbing off on him.

But there was a way to move the books more quickly if they were careful, and then they could get right to building the bean bag fortress, the idea Damien had given a thumbs up to. "Watch this!" holding his arm out from himself, Damien moved his hand slowly with a flick of the wrist and focused on five of the bibles. Slowly, they slid out from their spot where they had been tightly packed together on the wooden shelf, and were now floating in the air. Moving the books the human way sounded more fun and novel to him, but Damien couldn't miss a chance to brag. The books slightly bobbed up and down in the air as Damien stepped aside to move them over toward the aisles a few rows back, where the bibles now filled the last few spots in the row of the Fantasy section. "Doing this the human way is going to be faster," he sighed, but a smile found it's way back on his face in seconds as he raced Pip over to start filling his arms with the religious text books.

The night at the library was definitely something he wanted to do with him; they would have a whole night of uninterrupted fun, the two of them doing whatever they liked. "I was thinking we could play some games too! I really enjoyed the one we could play together the last time." of course he didn't know what it was called, or really understood what was going on. Damien carried the game for the both of them while Pip just followed him with his character. Nevertheless, it was fun and Pip got to compliment Damien on how well he plays and how much he knows about the game, which was a win-win situation for both of them.

"I was thinking we could also swap the books around. Put romance novels in the history section and the other way around, and fiction in the facts and science section." he mused, thinking that it was mischievous but not actually harmful. Anyone would realize that a series of harlequins is not a historical series. He hoped Damien would like that idea.

Pip might not have fully understood the plan, or rather, the point of it, but Damien seemed excited. If he's in, so will he, because it did sound like fun. He smiled back at him and nodded. "That sounds like fun!" he clasped his hands together. Pip wasn't sure what one would even do locked the whole night in a library, but nothing was ever boring when Damien was around.

Happy that he was allowed to join, he ran towards the vending machine. He didn't need money; it was a demon trick to get snacks from machines like that through malfunctions or pure luck. It was exactly what happened and soon enough, Pip came back with pockets full of snacks: chocolate bars, some potato chips, and fizzy drinks. He would have preferred tea, but it wouldn't last the entire night.

Watching the clock on the wall as the seconds ticked away, Damien was getting nervous; the likelihood of them getting away with hiding out at the library without being caught felt like it was becoming dim; deep down, though, the demon knew that he was overthinking it: Pip would be back any moment now. It was funny that, after some time apart, it was here that they’d run into each other again. He wouldn’t ask yet, but he wondered in the back of his mind if Satan had pointed Pip in his direction or if it was just pure luck.

“Hurry, duck!” Damien whispered even though Pip already had been rushing, moving over to make room for Pip to get back into the aisle without having to walk around him and his backpack. “Two minutes until the final closing announcement,” he noted as he looked over what Pip had picked at the vending machines with a smile: this was way better than just the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, candy, and big bottle of root beer that he’d packed. 

“Killer,” he complimented, holding out a fist for a fist bump. “I kind of planned this whole thing last minute, but the possibilities are endless!” He spoke of the night at the library like it was one of the parties down in Hell, where anything could happen. “There’s a study room with a giant screen that we could watch movies on and bring over some bean bags to sit on from over there,” he pointed towards the corner where ten bean bags were planted around a couple of low tables. “We could play games on the computers without the time limit counter going off when we were bored of movies,” he paused then, not having any more concrete plans: the whole being in the library when he wasn’t supposed to be was the main star of the night.