[ The demon groans to himself as soon as he hears the angel call out - he really would have preferred to have, say, five or ten minutes to rest his weary corporation and make himself presentable, before telling the angel just exactly what happened. Speaking of, what did they exactly do that he was left feeling this way? It's certainly new. ]
S'alright, angel. [ He grunts, gently pushing his hand away and pushing himself up into a sit. Whew. Whatever those demons did packed a punch. ]
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S'alright, angel. [ He grunts, gently pushing his hand away and pushing himself up into a sit. Whew. Whatever those demons did packed a punch. ]
Just need a minute.