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[yellow_eyes]

[ Appears smirking with basket of muffins. ]

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[w1nn1ng]

[ Dick really dislikes that teleportation habit of demons, probably mostly because he can't turn the trick himself, but also because it means he's got very little means of filtering out when he'll see one. He's got some lesser wards up to keep the nasty little spies out of the big, upstairs offices of his company. Before every real board meeting, they take the time to distribute small glasses of holy water among themselves and have themselves a toast. A demon who has the power to teleport into his very own office, then, is a demon worth noticing.

The leviathan looks up from his laptop. He'd been drafting a few things before, but he pauses for now, eyes going from Azazel's face to the muffin basket...

Oh. You're funny. ]

That's not Crowley, is it? Because I could have sworn we've already had this chat.

[ A grin splits over his face, winning and bright in a way that noticeably remains lacking in his eyes. ]

That makes me curious about Hell's housewarming traditions. Well? I don't guess introductions are needed on my end, are they?

[foundacause]

Muffins? Really? That's the route you chose to take? Not chocolate? Or puppy dogs?