Greed stopped a moment and pondered that statement, suddenly still in his seat. His hands paused from rubbing the arms down.
"You're not tying me up are you?" He had to wonder because Satan said it so casually.
He looked back over to his red couch. "Are you buying me that?" He asked cheekily. He looked like a five year old that was asking nicely before kicking up a tantrum.
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Date: 2012-10-27 02:04 am (UTC)"You're not tying me up are you?" He had to wonder because Satan said it so casually.
He looked back over to his red couch. "Are you buying me that?" He asked cheekily. He looked like a five year old that was asking nicely before kicking up a tantrum.