Narrative: Catching A Break WHO: Davian WHEN: Saturday morning, Jan 16 [backdated] WHERE: Camden Police Station NPCs: Parole Officer Pelletier, Carl Libby, Mr. Duke
Davian had greatly enjoyed his brother saying the words "I need your help" and had done his part, ensuring that Mr. Duke would agree on getting the care packages delivered on time and still hot.
That morning after the party was when he was supposed to meet with his parole officer as well as Mr. Duke himself, who had agreed to attend at Davian's most meekly spoken behest. Unfortunately, Davian was late for the meeting and had overslept. With a raging headache and out of hangover cures from Barclay's store and no time to eat breakfast, he did what he had to do: He raced down the path of the forest in the shortcut to Camden and burst into the police station where Mr. Duke was just about to leave, thinking the demon was a no show.
"Wait!" Davian panted, holding up his hands, breathless and forgetting even to glamour his tail or cover the shards of horns that remained in jagged stumps on his head. "I'm-- fuck-- I'm here!"
Mr. Duke took one look at Davian and quickly stepped between the demon and the other humans in the room, giving that snaky tail a quick yank to remind the demon where he was. "Of course you are." He did not sound pleased.
Davian yipped at the yank and quickly tucked the tail into his shirt and jerked the hoodie over his mangled horns. "Is it too late? Did they leave? Am I fired? Fuck! I'm fired, aren't I? Fucking dammit!" He clutched frantic fingers into his hair. "I'm going back to jail!"
"Mr. Rivera, how predictably tardy." The sneering voice of the witch, Mr. Libby, who oversaw Davian's parole and associations with the humans in matters pertaining to the law stepped out of the office.
Already feeling like his pounding head was going to split apart, Davian still managed to glare at the witch.
Mr. Duke stopped him from saying anything, luckily. "It was my fault. I told Davian the wrong time that I'd be able to meet. He's here on time. Sorry to take up more of your time, but if we could get started, please? I have a diner to get back to." Mr. Duke smiled pleasantly. It was easy to forgive the sloth demon for being late when it came to the smug look on Mr. Libby's face. Besides, Mr. Duke knew Davian had likely been busy with whatever enterprise Paxton was up to with the breakfasts this morning.
Satisfaction denied, the witch growled under his breath and gestured for Duke and Davian to head into the office where Parole Officer Pelletier was waiting.
Caught by surprise by Mr. Duke's generous support, Davian stared at the man with unspoken gratitude in his bright brown eyes. Mr. Duke gave a small smile and nudged Davian into the office.