The 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army

[onlyanapple]

[The journal picks up the sound of Crowley irritably rifling through the fridge in the kitchen, looking for something. When, finally, he realises what he's looking for Isn't There, he turns and leans on the table, sending a death glare at the journal on the surface before him]

Okay, which of you tosspots made a bargain with Satan and ate my cake? Not even another demon would sink that low.

Not even the worst of us, you know, the ones who make little old ladies break their hips or the ones who make birds fly into jet engines. Not even those ones would steal a dessert from another demon.

I am not amused. I was saving it for something.

Comments

[demontobeloved]

Hey, not even the Source of All Evil would steal another demon's dessert in my world...

[A considering pause] Unless it was a poison for everyone that's good, that is.

[onlyanapple]

Exactly, my point exactly.

There are some levels even demons don't go to.

[demontobeloved]

Well, you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the thief.

It's likely a kid. Humans always have trouble teaching their kids not to touch stuff.

[onlyanapple]

That they do, but the majority of the kids here aren't that stupid.

[demontobeloved]

Got any suspects? I'll gladly help you chase 'em down.

[onlyanapple]

Not yet, but I'll keep you posted. Maybe.

[demontobeloved]

I'm at your service, your majesty.

[That, and Crowley was technically the senior demon here.]

[onlyanapple]

[That just gets a snort. Crowley's so far down the pecking order, he might as well be a human]

[demontobeloved]

[And Cole's near the top of his pecking order.]

Good luck.