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[It was the middle of the night, or middle of the morning, whichever you want to call it. For most here, the art of sleep may have been... sort of an odd ritual than normal, with the constant reoccurring dreams. Emizel had been good about it not bothering him that much for quite some time. Many demons had a habit for staying awake for days on end and then sleeping all that time off later. Which may have been part of the case here, only now, this time the dreams were really starting to get to him.]

[Getting to sleep wasn't the hard part, it was trying to stay there. Rolling to a different side, curling up, straightening out, lie on his back, neither of those things were making anything different. Still the same dream, still the same memory. Being abandoned was bad enough just the first time, of course he didn't want to be reminded of it another twenty times more.]

[The next time Emizel woke up he got so fed up that he chucked the pillow across the room, disrupting the Spirits. From there he sat up and brought his knees to his chest.]

... I'm not allowed to forget, am I? [Buries face.]

[... Alright alright. Maybe there was something that could distract him from this. A minute or so later he looked up to the nightstand and grabbed the device, and clicked it open. There had to be something else going on..]

((If I know whenever or not Emizel is freelancing hotels again, or if he's staying with the Tea Shop gang or Days Trio by now, this post may double as an action one too))

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That's the smallest slumber party ever. Of all time.

Maybe if it was actually a party.

[He snorts.] You bring the soda, I'll bring cake, and we can braid our hair and talk about boys. [The sarcasm is palpable. From offscreen, Fang squeaks - he seems pretty excited about cake, at least.]

[... seriously?]

Thanks, but no thanks. [As if he would invite you to a party anyway]

[Wow. Wow.] You're really bad at sarcasm, aren't you.

No, your sarcasm is just stupid.

Uh-huh.

You actually thought I was going to bring you a cake, didn't you.

[Fang squeaks again, a bit more insistently. Seriously, where's the cake?]

Obviously you're the idiot if you thought I was serious. [Really Wash?]

[Val and Moxie just seem a bit intimidated. Why fight? Cake was good D:]

[He just shrugs.] You were the one who answered seriously.

[Fang flaps into view and lands on Wash's shoulder, squeaking all the while, and starts leaning against Wash's helmet. He said there was cake!]

No I wasn't.

[Val perked at the sound of the louder squeak. Baaat~? There was another bat nearby? o:]

Right. Sure. [Yeah, that tone of voice says he doesn't believe you at all. Deal with it, kid.]

[Fang, meanwhile, is leaning hard enough to tilt Wash's head to the side. Wash waves him off.] Hey, quit that.

[But- but- cake! What about the cake?]

[It's because he is a kid, isn't it? He's older than you, buddy]

Having trouble? [This was kind of.. amusing.]

[Then act like it.]

No. [At least he's never set his Spirits on fire.] I think he just wants cake.

[Offscreen, Fang squeaks excitedly. Yes! That's exactly it! He wants cake, please! Below him, Melody yowls unhappily and swats at Fang. Shut uuuuup she's trying to sleeeeep]

[I am >|]

I see, so you are going to have to buy one now.

[I think your plan might have backfired...]

[Not really, no.]

Yeah, I don't think so.

[He grabs Fang, hauling him out of Melody's reach and placing the bat on the floor next to him. He fishes a cookie out of his bag and places it in front of Fang, who squeaks happily and snaps it up. Cookies are like tiny cake! Yay! He squeaks his thanks and returns to munching on the cookie. Melody, meanwhile, has climbed into Wash's lap. She kneads his lap a few times, settles down, and rolls on her back. She doesn't want cookies; she wants belly rubs. Wash reaches down and obliges her.]

[This is much easier than managing Blue Team, actually.]

[Still looks look like a lot of work though.]

[Sigh.] I'm amazed you can put up with that.

[It took fifteen seconds, everyone's happy, there is zero property damage, and nobody died. By Wash's standards, that's a huge success.]

That was nothing. And you can't tell me your Spirits are perfectly behaved all the time.

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They do most of the time. [There was only that pastry incident in the Tea Shop.]

You have a bat and a Meow Wow. There's no way that's true.

Val's pretty chill. And Moxie can get in the way some of the time but he's generally good about listening.

Huh. You've come a long way from setting him on fire. [Slightly backhanded, true, but still a compliment of sorts.]

That was an accident!

[Yup Moxie luffs him now. Watch him derpily wags his tail away in the background.]

And that was a compliment. [He's bad at those okay]

... That was? [Well it's more subtle than your sarcasm.]

Yeah. It was. [You are really, really bad at this, kid.]

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