Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150811084244/@comment-27235572-20150813165333

"Alright, alright. I won't call you that anymore, Nick." Shirley replied. She didn't want to irritate the sole conversationalist she had been engaged with in weeks. Maybe even months! It seemed like people were less inclined to have a little chat with a homicidal-minded demon: who knew?

"Your hair looks fine." Shirley looked very amused at his slightly horrified expression after she ruffled his hair, knowing very well how much time he spent on it, though she didn't know why. She had returned his hair back to what it surely looked like when he woke up in the morning and she really couldn't see the difference.

"People wouldn't hire me. They'd rather hire Lily, to be sure. She's more of a people's person, anyway. But, besides that, job offers are fleeting for both of us. Everyone is suspicious of me for good reason and everyone is suspicious of Lily because of me. It's a vicious cycle."

When he mentioned souls, this steered her onto a track of conversation she desperately wanted to go down. "Yeah, it's horrible!" Shirley said passionately, outraged by the notion. "According to Headmaster Grimm-" she paused to switch into an imitation of him that was nearly flawless "No student shall devour the soul, incinerate, freeze, eat or kill another student. Any breakers of this rule shall be treated in the same way. So, I'm basically stuck with eating animals instead."

"No, no, it's alright." Shirley didn't want to get into the discussion of a mother. Besides, Nick wasn't a terrible person: he just wasn't aware of it. It was said to be impossible for demon mothers to die during childbirth, so the ones who did actually chose to die on their own accord.

"If you want to buy me something, can you buy me some charcoal please? That always cheers me up." Besides, any method to get charcoal for free was a good one. Charcoal was getting expensive and the people who sold it got mad when she tried to buy it. Apparently, the best charcoal was solely for dragons: what kind of rule was that?