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Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.
He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
Demon Cam and Ripper
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from_scratch
from_scratch
"Fine," says Cam. He puts the book back, shrugging, and goes back to curiously tidying.
tearingup
"Thank you."
"Aww, but it would've been funny if he'd set his hair on fire," says Rayne.
Ripper makes an exasperated noise and flops over so his arms and head are in Rayne's lap.
"Aww, but it would've been funny if he'd set his hair on fire," says Rayne.
Ripper makes an exasperated noise and flops over so his arms and head are in Rayne's lap.
from_scratch
"I'm relatively better equipped to handle being suddenly on fire than you are, presumably, but I don't think it qualifies as actually funny."
tearingup
"It doesn't have to be funny to you," says Rayne. Ripper mumbles something unintelligible.
from_scratch
Cam gives up on talking to them. He does as much cleaning as he feels like and then makes an upholstery cover on their couch because he doesn't quite trust it and flops thereupon and makes himself rashers of bacon to nibble on, one at a time, and a stick-shaped computer with a futuristic screen projection to operate with the other hand.
tearingup
Ripper, to all appearances, falls asleep in Rayne's lap. It doesn't look especially comfortable.
from_scratch
Cam takes notes, makes himself a key to their apartment and a leather coat and goes for a quick stroll around the block to check it out and lets himself back in, and then falls asleep on their newly covered couch under a conjured duvet.
tearingup
By the time he gets back, the pair of them are in bed.
The next morning, he is likely to be awakened by Ripper complaining loudly and unintelligibly about his headache. Rayne, less miserable or at least quieter about it, shuffles into the kitchen to make tea.
The next morning, he is likely to be awakened by Ripper complaining loudly and unintelligibly about his headache. Rayne, less miserable or at least quieter about it, shuffles into the kitchen to make tea.
from_scratch
Cam wakes up.
"Hey - is your name actually 'Ripper' or is that some in-joke I'm not in? - you want science fiction hangover drugs from a demon?"
"Hey - is your name actually 'Ripper' or is that some in-joke I'm not in? - you want science fiction hangover drugs from a demon?"
from_scratch
"You want to swallow 'em and wait fifteen minutes or you want 'em intravenously via demonic magic and no wait?"
tearingup
"I mean, figure of speech but you are very pretty and you did just cure my nasty hangover so I'm very fond of you at the moment."
from_scratch
"Yeah, you said I was pretty when you were drunk too. I'm assuming here that you weren't blackout drunk and know why there's a demon on your couch."
tearingup
"I vaguely remember that Rayne had the brilliant idea of summoning you to clean the flat, yeah."
from_scratch
"Well, you summoned me, and I cleaned the flat, slightly. I am wondering how long you are planning to keep me."
from_scratch
"I could tell you, but I don't even know which of you actually summoned me. Which one placed the last mark on the circle? I mean, you didn't know last night, but now you are sober, so."
tearingup
"I don't think we're gonna figure that out," he says. "We were both working on it at the same time. 'Pens meeting at the end' kind of deal."
from_scratch
"Well, you could both try dismissing me, but I'd actually rather stick around for a few years at least."
from_scratch
"Yeah, till the next time Hell has a concordance with Limbo, because I want to send some letters, but until then I have no pressing business or languishing relationships at home."