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Connor MacManus (weneedrope) wrote in wariscoming,

This was one of those moments where he wondered if he wasn't dreaming this situation. An entirely normal conversation about the aftermath of a relationship gone bad had just turned into a decidedly less normal one involving demons. At least the vengeance he could understand. "You dated a vengeance demon?" That was asking for it, wasn't it? A demon was bad enough but one that specialized in vengeance? "Seems to me the best vengeance she could get on you is doing nothing to you at all," he said, shrugging again. "You spend so much time expecting her to do something that she doesn't have to do anything." If she couldn't make something happen to him for whatever reason, it seemed like the way to go.

"Dancing demon? Scary," Connor remarked dryly. "So you had a head start to this madness before ending up here?" Differences aside, it would have made for an easier adjustment. He'd spent the first couple of days trying to figure out how crazy they were, but he'd more or less begun really believing after the entire world turned into one man. That shit couldn't be made up.

"I'm not that attached to my coffee." Most times it was having a warm drink around than the actual caffeine content. This morning just happened to be one of those few times he needed an extra pick up. Keeping a straight face but unable to hide the amusement in his eyes, he added, "I do get a little touchy about my beer though. Set a Russian's ass on fire for intentionally knocking the glass out of my hand." There was more to the story, like the threats, but sometimes it was more fun to leave out details to see why kind of a reaction it earned.