A Demon's Deed
Oct. 26th, 2006 01:43 am"I'm not really a good person."
"I coulda told you that. And you're also talking to yourself," she said, then sniffed the air, "It smells like incense in here. Are you trying to hide something? Have you started smoking the reefer?"
I sighed. "That was weeks ago. Great. And it's too cold to air the room out now, so the smell will probably linger all winter."
She looked at me in surprise. "Wait, so you actually did? Woah. No way!'
I looked at her in confusion. "What?" then I mentally replayed the past few seconds of conversation, "Oh. No, of course not. Why would I want to smoke pot? No, the incense was somebody else's fault. He redecorated my room for some reason."
She leaned back and sat on the bed. "I almost hoped for a second there. You should, you know."
"Should what? Smoke weed, or redecorate."
"Either! Both! Something. I really don't care what at this point."
"Um, yeah, I'll keep that in mind."
"Seriously, dragon posters? Come on. Do SOMETHING, I'm dying over here! Sloth is the most boring of sins!"
I spun around to face her again. "I'd be tempted to do the opposite just to spite you, except then you'd do the whole reverse psychology thing. I'm not falling for that."
She leaned forward. "Well, why not? I'm evil, so whatever I suggest can't be good, right?"
"Meh," I said, and spun back to the computer, "I'm not really a good person."
I heard her get up and step over to lean on the back of my chair. "I know tha...woah. Is that chair even safe?"
I almost knocked the keyboard on the floor catching my balance. "As long as people don't try and knock it over! Watch it!"
"You're grumpy," she said.
"And you're not helping," I said. "But I guess that goes with the whole evil thing, huh?"
She leaned on the back of the chair again, more carefully. "Wrong place to look for sympathy, honey. You'd rather I lied to you? It's my job to know everything bad you do. And it's a depressing list. Mostly sins of omission, but those still count for Spidey, don't they?"
I tilted my head back and looked at her upside down head. "Do you seriously use superhero ethics for sorting out bad deeds?"
"Do you?" she asked.
"I was being serious though, about not being a good person. I try not to be too bad a person, but that's not the same thing at all. And I'm suspecting I'm worse at it than I thought."
"Okay," she said.
Silence reigned for several seconds. I looked side to side, she just stood there. "Um. Okay then?" I said.
"Okay," she said.
"Well?"
"Well what? Sorry honey, I'm not gonna give you advice you won't take. Especially when it could cost me my job. And like you keep pointing out, I'm evil."
"Okay," I said, and sat back straight, then she leaned forward and almost tipped the chair over. "Hey, what?"
She grabbed the keyboard and mouse, and I probably would have put up more of a fight, but for the physics of the situation. Besides the tipsy chair, I had no leverage, and I wasn't gonna try and shove her off me by her boobs. Stupid gentlemanly habits.
"Okay, there," she said after a couple seconds, and stood up.
"Where? What did you do?"
She bounced and squealed like a schoolgirl. At least that's what it sounded like. "I'm HELPING!"
I slowly turned and stared at her. "What?" she asked, "I am. I deleted all of your video games, so now you have one less excuse to not go out and get into trouble. That should cover my quota for this week."
I checked. She had. And thinking about it, I didn't really care one way or the other about that. Not just 'cause I have the discs. It just didn't matter.
I spun the chair around back to her. "Um. Damn you, I guess?"
"See, there's the kind of enthusiasm that can be turned to evil!" she said, "Just doing my evil deed for the day!" she threw a salute before vanishing in the by now standard pink sparkly vaguely sulfur cloud. That was...odd. She was practically anime at the end there. Huh.
"I coulda told you that. And you're also talking to yourself," she said, then sniffed the air, "It smells like incense in here. Are you trying to hide something? Have you started smoking the reefer?"
I sighed. "That was weeks ago. Great. And it's too cold to air the room out now, so the smell will probably linger all winter."
She looked at me in surprise. "Wait, so you actually did? Woah. No way!'
I looked at her in confusion. "What?" then I mentally replayed the past few seconds of conversation, "Oh. No, of course not. Why would I want to smoke pot? No, the incense was somebody else's fault. He redecorated my room for some reason."
She leaned back and sat on the bed. "I almost hoped for a second there. You should, you know."
"Should what? Smoke weed, or redecorate."
"Either! Both! Something. I really don't care what at this point."
"Um, yeah, I'll keep that in mind."
"Seriously, dragon posters? Come on. Do SOMETHING, I'm dying over here! Sloth is the most boring of sins!"
I spun around to face her again. "I'd be tempted to do the opposite just to spite you, except then you'd do the whole reverse psychology thing. I'm not falling for that."
She leaned forward. "Well, why not? I'm evil, so whatever I suggest can't be good, right?"
"Meh," I said, and spun back to the computer, "I'm not really a good person."
I heard her get up and step over to lean on the back of my chair. "I know tha...woah. Is that chair even safe?"
I almost knocked the keyboard on the floor catching my balance. "As long as people don't try and knock it over! Watch it!"
"You're grumpy," she said.
"And you're not helping," I said. "But I guess that goes with the whole evil thing, huh?"
She leaned on the back of the chair again, more carefully. "Wrong place to look for sympathy, honey. You'd rather I lied to you? It's my job to know everything bad you do. And it's a depressing list. Mostly sins of omission, but those still count for Spidey, don't they?"
I tilted my head back and looked at her upside down head. "Do you seriously use superhero ethics for sorting out bad deeds?"
"Do you?" she asked.
"I was being serious though, about not being a good person. I try not to be too bad a person, but that's not the same thing at all. And I'm suspecting I'm worse at it than I thought."
"Okay," she said.
Silence reigned for several seconds. I looked side to side, she just stood there. "Um. Okay then?" I said.
"Okay," she said.
"Well?"
"Well what? Sorry honey, I'm not gonna give you advice you won't take. Especially when it could cost me my job. And like you keep pointing out, I'm evil."
"Okay," I said, and sat back straight, then she leaned forward and almost tipped the chair over. "Hey, what?"
She grabbed the keyboard and mouse, and I probably would have put up more of a fight, but for the physics of the situation. Besides the tipsy chair, I had no leverage, and I wasn't gonna try and shove her off me by her boobs. Stupid gentlemanly habits.
"Okay, there," she said after a couple seconds, and stood up.
"Where? What did you do?"
She bounced and squealed like a schoolgirl. At least that's what it sounded like. "I'm HELPING!"
I slowly turned and stared at her. "What?" she asked, "I am. I deleted all of your video games, so now you have one less excuse to not go out and get into trouble. That should cover my quota for this week."
I checked. She had. And thinking about it, I didn't really care one way or the other about that. Not just 'cause I have the discs. It just didn't matter.
I spun the chair around back to her. "Um. Damn you, I guess?"
"See, there's the kind of enthusiasm that can be turned to evil!" she said, "Just doing my evil deed for the day!" she threw a salute before vanishing in the by now standard pink sparkly vaguely sulfur cloud. That was...odd. She was practically anime at the end there. Huh.