Who Grayson and OPEN What Roger Shenanigans When November 10th, mid-morning Prompt Backstory Challenge: Pet Warnings Likely low but TBD
"God damn- Roger. Where are you?!"
Grayson held incriminating evidence in his hand in the shape of a long, dangling earring that shimmered as it draped from his fingertips. He had found it on his way to the Menagerie to begin working, and had he not known any better he might have brushed it off as an unfortunate loss for one of their guests and gone on about his day. But the small, clearly fake ring he spotted in the grass a few feet away, as well as the fairly distinguishable trail of change that retreated from it, were all tell-tale signs of a certain tiny green thief, and a sound of aggravation rumbled from him as he went off in pursuit.
"This is getting ridiculous. You need to seek help. Now come out here right now," he demanded, his tone that of a seriously exasperated father trying to find his petulant child. He stooped to investigate under one of the trailers, muttering under his breath about the inconvenience of his familiar. "Does Elia have to deal with this shit with her shadow pets? No. They behave. Do you hear that? Actual shadow demons have better manners than you. I hope that makes you proud of yourself. Just-just fills you with satisfaction."
It was hard to believe that he had actually been excited the first time he had summoned the bejeweled creature that now served only as a serious pain in his ass. His first summoning. That was a special time in a young man's life, he mused. But typically the creatures he pulled forth were able to be Banished back to wherever they came from. Roger, in what was now a pretty standard demonstration of infuriating mulishness, had simply refused to go away. Even his father had never heard of such a thing, but had found it incredibly amusing at his son's expense that the Carbuncle was not only there to say, but seemed hell-bent on frustrating the younger Grayson to no foreseeable end.
"A Carbuncle," he groused, still grumbling to himself under his breath. "Of all the damned things. You are the worst." And here his volume amplified again as he called out to his missing companion, "I'm going to turn you into socks. Socks to replace the ones you also stole." He bent to retrieve something else from the long trail of Roger's crime spree, nose wrinkling as he observed a crumpled piece of foil. "Seriously?! This is a gum wrapper, Roger. Have you no discrepancy!?"