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  Amazing, there go more papers onto the floor. At least she hasn’t thrown them all to the ground on purpose yet. Sometimes he wished he’d put in more effort into crafting a socially stable exterior, if only because dealing with the fallout of others’ perceptions was more obnoxious then it was productive. At least when Brother was mad all it took was sweets and about an hour to cool down.

“Grora, not once have I claimed you to be below me in status. I’ll admit I’ve made somewhat rude comments about your height, but I think my insults pale in comparison to some of the things you’ve said about me.”

  Wodahs took a breath, and another moment to collect himself before his explanation turned into an all-out rant about the other’s lack of vocal filtering, which would be more then a little hypocritical.

“Regardless of our exchange of unkind words, most often as I’ve observed, any aggression from either of us is met with equal amounts in opposition; I’d hardly call one of us worse than the other.”

  True, the head angel did have a bit more say in her workload then she did in his, but even if she could’ve made him do more work he probably would’ve enjoyed it anyway. Plus, she was the one that more often resorted to hurting him or the few things he cared about with violent force. It all mostly balanced, as far as he could tell.

“okay…. fair enough.” She takes a oment to process the words the other speaks, and while she does agree with him, at the same time she doesn’t.

“Look- I’m pretty sure you don’t do it on purpose, and I understand that, but most of the time, you just…” She looks away.

“Trust me when I say you’re far more then just a simple nuisance to me. You’ve long since transcended that status.”

  In truth, he’d already been informed that his behavior was less then acceptable by most peoples’ standards, but being approached about it from his own colleague’s point of view put into perspective how little progress he’d been making. People were much harder to deal with then work, it had never been his forte.

the mere ground he stood on practically singed the bottom of his slacks, the heat of pure FIRE was enough to make him regret even stepping foot on forbidden territory. but he must know    for the safety of himself && others    if this world was going to mean WAR. the vampire stepped ever so quietly, strolling through dirt streets lined with shacks && other various poorly made homes. it was almost sad to say the least, but this did not stop him from brushing his hands against them; he wanted to feel the material, the carves, he even went as far as sometimes going behind the homes    they were always EMPTY. 

he remained dressed in black, a cloak covering garments && shielding his face from the ever burning flames that burned as bright as the SUN.  the only thing that remained visible was his hair against pale skin, && the scarlet eyes that were always ingrained into memory. he cursed himself, keeping distance from the places that were much too hot for him to walk. it was DANGEROUS    he told himself. whatever this place was, whoever the RULER     he prayed that they were no foe. surely tragedy would be upon them both. 

he left the homes rather quickly, making sure to never stay in one place for too long. but it wasn’t long before he stopped in his tracks     his sense of smell was spectacular. the count barely turns, eyes dashing && looking for signs of a being who may be following him. he hesitates wiping sweat off his forehead.

  His increasingly enraged and already well-trodden train of thought was interrupted upon seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, something that definitely didn’t seem like one of his flame demons milling about. Curiosity piqued, he decided to trail, and get a better look of the questionable figure.

  At first glance, he almost turned tail and got the hell out of there, noting a striking similarity between them and Satanick, but upon slightly closer inspection he surmised that just to be paranoia. For one, from a brief moment in which he could see, the flame devil noticed that his eyes were red, rather than the pitch devil’s customary violet.

  Regardless of who he was or wasn’t, the intruder had seemed to notice him already, unfortunately before he made his dramatic reveal. Not like Ivlis was one for showmanship these days anyway, he supposed. Well, if he’d already been seen then he saw no point in prolonging it. He stepped out into easy view, in a ready stance with his trident drawn, trying to look more imposing then he actually was by that point.

❝ Who are you, and what is your business here. ❞

  Wodahs hadn’t even offered the pie yet, was he really getting so predictable? Clearly he needed to rethink his negotiation methods, soon. Unfortunate, since he’d been going with that for several years. Either way, it was obvious that his tone issues were coming off as a problem again.

“Like I said, I don’t know why you think I don’t respect you. I’ve known you for centuries, and viewed you as an equal for nearly all of that time. Please just get off the desk and we can discuss.”

  The head angel made a very conscious effort to keep his vocal cues in check this time, not wanting her to get any more irritated then she already was. Several of his completed papers were brushed to the floor by her landing on the desk, and he had to fight the immediate urge to reprimand her for her making a mess. That would only have escalated things further, and he did not need more things to reorganize today.

“Yeah right.” It’s clear that the tone adjustment does smooth some ruffled feathers, and while she doesn’t get off the desk, she does sit down- maybe she just wanted to be at eye level instead of feeling looked down upon.

“Grora, not once have I claimed you to be below me in status. I’ll admit I’ve made somewhat rude comments about your height, but I think my insults pale in comparison to some of the things you’ve said about me.”

  Wodahs took a breath, and another moment to collect himself before his explanation turned into an all-out rant about the other’s lack of vocal filtering, which would be more then a little hypocritical.

“Regardless of our exchange of unkind words, most often as I’ve observed, any aggression from either of us is met with equal amounts in opposition; I’d hardly call one of us worse than the other.”

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