(no subject)

[ancientserpent.insanejournal.com]

Who: Greed, Satan
Where: A high-end furniture store
When: Thursday
What: Shopping!

Satan occasionally liked to drop the Sins and their various personality disorders into situations where those disorders could run wild. It was entertaining to watch and it could occasionally end in pure chaos. It was especially helpful when he could get something out of the deal besides entertainment. Thus, he'd gone shopping with Greed.

Satan was getting tired of having no intact pieces of furniture to lounge menacingly on, so that was the first thing that would have to change. He supposed this was what he got for actually telling people that he was leaving for Hell instead of simply disappearing and letting their paranoia keep them in line.

Satan grabbed the back of Greed's neck and steered him away from the chandelier display ("No. Focus."), deeper into the store. The place was bright and very modern, a sharp contrast between some of the antique furniture on display.

"So, oh acquisitive one, why exactly did Lucifer set your house on fire in the first place?" Satan asked, eyeing a glass coffee table. He could put someone through that very easily, which was a point in its favor.

Comments

[ancientserpent.insanejournal.com]

"Torture is only supposed to be fun for one of the parties involved," Satan said, reaching out to pat Greed on the head like an amusing puppy. "And you're like a horny high schooler, dear God."

[better-than.insanejournal.com]

"I beg to differ. It's all in how you assess the situation." Greed shook his finger. "Mmmhmm." Though if Satan and Lucifer got a hold of him, he might be saying a prayer. Greed smiled at the head pat. If he'd had a tail it would have been wagging. He threw his hands out. "Can you blame me?" It was Lust.

[ancientserpent.insanejournal.com]

Satan tsked. "You Sins. It's like a powder keg. Just try not to irritate Lucifer so much that he smashes one of Hell's circles. Or irritate me that much, but that goes without saying."

[better-than.insanejournal.com]

Greed gave him a nod, because well, it was Satan. Den mother said to do it. Plus, the old guy was buying him a couch, he couldn't hold too much complaint. "Is that why you didn't put on your pretty face for me?" he asked circling a finger over the leather chair arm.