Pierce, still gathering his bearings, blinks a couple of times. Eva seems to take Parker's words in stride in a way he didn't expect. The thinly veiled threat was one thing, but the existence of demons and magic being dropped on her all at once, and she leans back into her seat? A subtle something in his eyes shifts, and now it's a little harder to keep his gaze pointed directly at her face. He clears his throat.
Phineas immediately picks up on Pierce's mood shift, even if his expression is relatively unchanged. He turns his full attention towards Pierce and a devilish, teasing grin spreads across his mouth.
With a dramatic sigh, Parker runs his hands through his curls and fills in the silence of his brothers. "I'm sure you have his phone number though, that would be nice. Or something personal of his we can use to locate him like in a locker or something. We don't want him coming back here and murdering your whole staff. Demons can be violent, tricky sons of bitches."
They seem so unfazed, like it's another day for them. It probably was. Like demons were just a casual conversation. Parker was clearly the personality hire of the three. And over this whole thing already. Eva is still waiting for them to say they're pranking her. Like there's some prank camera hiding. A camera crew still wasn't popping out, unfortunately. "I do have his personal number. And assuming he plans to come back, he has a private cell on him too." Clearly there was no way to get her out this situation. Fucking Bryson. "I'm disappointed you think I can't handle myself." Then again, she had never gone against demons. "Something personal..." She paused, pushing off from her desk she stood. "No clue. I guess we can take a look at his locker."
