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i thought id stop by and say hello. how are you these days?
Pitch looked up from their scheduling for this week, surprised. It has been a while since a District Attorney visited, especially a new one.
"Fine enough, I suppose." They remove their glasses, folding them closed. "And yourself?"
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❝ When I said deadly neurotoxin, the ‘deadly’ was in massive sarcasm quotes. @murderinthemaking
Pitch is not impressed, to say the least. They never enjoy mortal attempts on their life. Too much improvising. Play dead, or explain living. This time is hardly different.
"And... Why am I hear again?" they sigh impatiently, cracking their neck.
At least they look human this time. And they consider it very polite to remain restrained, when it is ultimately meaningless.
Reverse "That was a hard fall, are you okay?"
@aglitchylittlething
"That was quite the fall, are you all right?" Pitch offers a hand to the fallen demon before them, frowning.
"Really, you ought to be careful." They chide, the edges of their mouth twitching.
Leaving the studio to do work might as well have been a punishment for him. Whenever he had to usually deal with possible deals, his dad let him just email the company.
‘C’mon! You said you wanted to be like your brothers! Do you have to keep letting me down? That studio makes a lot of cash, even with all their problems. An email isn’t going to work with them. I want you to go to the bosses house, show you mean business. Don’t screw this up, Eric’. His dads words echo in his head as he tries to force himself to knock on the door. Go home and his dad can take care of it, but he can’t lie, he thinks. He’ll been see through in an instant. One knock on the door, and he feels like he’s going to faint.
@panickedsalesman
"Come in." A deep voice echoed through the door, the lights flickering.
Pitch had been expecting someone over to discuss merchandising with, but as the door swung open and the visitor became visible, they couldn't help but be surprised.
They straightened up, setting down their pen and offering a smile, as warm as they could possibly manage.
"Hello. You must be here on behalf of Derekson?"
Pitch? I need to talk to you about what happened while I was gone. I want your help. @worldsbestadventurer
"Yes? What can I do to help you?" Pitch asked softly, adjusting their hold on the receiver. Illinois seemed serious.
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“Where I go and what I do is none of your business!” @glitchylittlelad
"I'm... I'm just... Worried..." Pitch called through the door abruptly slammed in their face.
Anti had been going out, sometimes sneaking out, returning with various magical maladies, bruises, cuts and burns. They hated seeing him so hurt, and even more so secretive.
They wanted him to have his privacy, but when he kept coming home in such horrid shape... Who wouldn't worry?
*The house has gone quiet for once, with no lights on as Pitch gets home. Something clatters far off, a metallic thud with something squelching inside the house. The only thing alive seems to be the door handle, which lets out a bolt of electricity as it’s touched*
@glitchylittlelad
Pitch raises an eyebrow. They know very well the handle is rigged to shock. They're connected to the house. It is intertwined with them. They debate feigning ignorance and participating, or just continuing on.
They decide to continue on, glitching past easily. They meld with the shadows, at least until they can tell who's the cause.
Yancy pulls a folded piece of paper carefully out of his coat pocket and opens it up. After looking around once more, he begins to sing the song he wrote. He wasn't prepared the first time he summoned Dark, since it was totally by accident. But now, he was fully aware of what would happen.
Once again, the demon was summoned in a whirl of wind, the void opening and assembling them out of shards of glass. Dark cracked their neck, smiling softly as Yancy's ears rang.
"Well, hello again. What brings me by this time, Dear Yancy?" Their demeanor was considerably more relaxed, aware of who was beckoning them this time.
