what

Nothing to worry about, Rachel. This is between me and the demon.

ok.

What is this about?

*You know*.

I'm afraid not. Has my mundane been spreading rumors again? How distasteful.

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Just... just stay... five feet away

at all times.

Or?

Or I have a scythe-- what do you think I'll do?

Swing at me ineffectually as usual, I suppose.

... ... Don't make me test that!

You have me quivering in fear, Mr. Knox.

I could pull out the best weapon I have if you *force my hand*.

Which weapon would that be?

I'm not just going to show you it.

Just know you'd rather I not use it.

But now you have piqued my curiosity.

Too bad.

That's how the cookie crumbles, yeah?

Hm. [moves in a little closer than five feet]

Don't push it, Faustus. You're the one that's going to get burned. /crossing arms over chest

I am hardly intimidated by you, Mr. Knox--Dr. Knox?

Doctor.

Indeed. And I will stand where I please.

... /steps back. Arms still crossed.

/examines sans emotion

/purses lips

Well?

You aren't really doing anything worth beating you up for. This is the best we've gotten along since... ever.

How curious. Well, if you're so insistent that whatever this weapon is will result in my destruction, I won't force the matter.

Not destruction. I'm thinking more extreme discomfort, you know?

What variety of discomfort?

... The mental sort?

Are you planning to dissect my psyche, Knox?

Something like that.

Well, now I'm incredibly curious.

/leans against wall and crosses legs at the ankles. Coooool motherfucker.

I don't suppose you could indulge, seeing as we are currently on friendly terms.

That wouldn't be right, no.

Perhaps someday, then.

Yeah.

Until then, Doctor. /vanishes from this plurk