we may look like children... Who: Ava and Bubbles When: Morning Where: Park playground
Sunday wasn't usually a special day to Bubbles. Every time that any of her family had tried to take her to church she'd pitched such an unholy fit that they hadn't done it. Getting Bubbles to do things she didn't want to just didn't happen. Especially not when churches tended to be holy ground and that just wasn't fun for her. So she didn't go to church and neither did her family. If they did then it shortened their life-spans considerably since holy people made her teeth grate and they weren't even as much fun to play with. Not for a shepherd. But when she'd been told by fellow child-demon (only Briony actually was a child) that there was a church in town that they could go to because it was a demon who was pastor? Bubbles had decided she was going to go. And since she only looked like she was ten at the oldest, that'd meant shaking her 'aunt' out of her alcohol and sleeping pill induced haze to get her to take her there. She was now sitting on a bench next to her uncle, talking in hushed tones while they drank their coffee's. They were talking like that, Bubbles knew, because of the scene she'd made at Starbucks. She'd wanted a coffee too, but they didn't think such a little girl should have one. Bubbles had wanted it and after screaming loud enough she'd gotten it.
It didn't taste very good even with sugar so she'd thrown it away and demanded a smoothie instead, which she was still sucking down as she sat on the swing. She couldn't go play on anything else until she'd finished it or else it'd spill all over and she'd need another one. They might actually try telling her 'no' and Bubbles didn't want to go through with all of that again so early in the morning. She wanted to play and then she wanted to drag them to the demon's church and be amused at what she saw there. Other demons, maybe? Humans who thought they were in a real church, definitely. And then she'd get to meet the pastor, shake his hand and tell him he was brilliant. The things that demons older than her could get away with were just fantastic.
Slurping down the rest of her drink unnecessarily loud, Bubbles tossed it at a trashcan and didn't bother to retrieve it when it missed. Instead she jumped off the swing and went to the slide. She genuinely liked slides and the feeling they gave her; the taller the better and metal was far better than those plastic things they were sticking up everywhere. What she didn't understand was why people hadn't made slides much, much taller. If they were afraid of their child falling off and killing themselves then they shouldn't let the kid play on it, but that wasn't a reason to punish the rest of them. And it'd be funny to push someone off one and see what happens when they get to the bottom. Broken arm, leg, back, neck, Bubbles wasn't picky and would take any of them gladly. Only there wasn't anyone else that she could see. Reaching the top of the slide she stretched her small legs out and waited, glancing around again now that she had a better vantage point. Oh! There was someone! Another little girl from the looks of it. Grinning, Bubbles shot down the slide and jumped off, not bothering to brush the back of her 'church dress' off before she stepped over. "Hi." Bubbles went up on her tiptoes to look around the mostly deserted playground. People were probably all scared because demons were swarming in Ann Arbor, but that wasn't here. "Where's your mommy?"