Re: quicklog: archie/cat break ins
[Archibald was used to seeing things. Just last week he could have sworn he saw the cafeteria full of demonic bunnies. Hopping around, biting toes, munching on chairs. Their cute faces curled up in snarls and oozing drool from the corner of their sharp-toothed mouth. When he went to kick one, he accidentally punted someone's briefcase and there was almost an incident. It was good people thought he was unstable because they were more likely to let him get away with delusional shenanigans.
Speaking of which, Archibald had never heard of a cat demon, but he was very sure this had to be one of them. The pointed ears, the sleek hell leather hide, the fascination with his demon statue. His eyes fluttered open and he gave a stifled groan at the thought of this thing trying to make a deal with him. Like he was a Hollywood producer downright fed up with starry-eyed screenplay writers with nothing good to offer.] Not interested. Whatever you're selling today, miss. [His voice was haughty, like he had been locked up in a mansion his whole life, and a little uneven since he didn't talk very often anymore.
Archie blinked, realized that she was wearing a suit, not demon slick hide, and he sat up a little straighter. It didn't take him long to connect the dots.] Cat- burglar? That's literal. [Another groan, as if the mere presence of a play on words annoyed him, and he stretched long arms across his desk.] I wouldn't touch that if I were you.