text; broken head and the stars are spinning

[mimic]

Anyone else having trouble sleeping lately? [ He's tried counting sheep. He counted up to a hundred thousand before deciding he should quit it. Peter's hoping that some random conversations via text will help get his mind off... well, everything.

He just can't seem to relax. One thought leads to another leads to another. It's a constant stream of noise made worse by this ability to hear people's thoughts. It's a jumble of words that don't make sense and he can't seem to shut that off. ]

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[mimic]

[ It takes a few seconds before he sends out a reply because he needed to switch on the bed light lamp!!! time to process. ]

A demon from hell?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Yes, a demon from h



there.

I'm originally from Upstairs if you want to get technical but do you know of any demons who aren't from Down There because I don't.

[mimic]

Didn't want to be accused of being narrow-minded. [ See? He can be a smarty pants too. ]

You don't seem all that bad.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Oh come on.

I think you're actually trying to insult me.

[mimic]

No, I wouldn't do that. [ Look, he needed to have a random conversation with someone and Crowley here was nice enough to keep him company. ]

So demons look just like humans then?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

No. Not ordinarily.

It keeps people from staring. A lot of humans don't tend to react well to the 'smoke and flames' angle, and pitchforks are so fourteenth century.

[mimic]

[ That would certainly help with the blending in. ] You're not here for some nefarious purpose, are you? You're just trapped here like the rest of us?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Can it be both?

[mimic]

I'd like to believe you're in retirement.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

If it makes you feel better.

[mimic]

I don't make a habit of judging a person by what they are. It's what they do that matters.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

The M25 London Orbital was my idea. Take of that what you will.

I find that humans are so good at being evil all on their own that I don't have to do that much myself.

[mimic]

Not everyone is evil. Some are just in need of a little guidance.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

'Guidance' is part of my job description.

[mimic]

Towards the right path, I mean. Think you have a shot at earning your angel wings back?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

That's a bit impertinent, don't you think? My wings are fine how they are.

[mimic]

What about being cursed? That's fine too?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

I don't think I'm cursed. Really, Upstairs is boring and I don't miss it. Where do you think all the best musicians end up? And there isn't a single sushi restaurant. It's full of fundamentalists, and they make for shit company.

[mimic]

There are restaurants in hell?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Of course not. Why do you think I never go there.

[mimic]

[ A demon who never goes to hell? ] I'm confused. [ His head hurts. ]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

There is a third option for residence, you know.

[mimic]

Purgatory? [ Don't say earth. He doesn't want to think about demons walking around as humans, pretending to be someone they're not. That's just wrong. Unfair. It's manipulative. ]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

Earth.

[Sorry not sorry.]

[mimic]

I don't think there are any demons where I come from. [ Alternate universes and whatnot. It just seems impossible. ]