“Al, have you seen Sinestra?”
“THE FELINE VILLAIN IS SLEEPING IN THE BAY WINDOW, MISTRESS SARAH”
“Villain? Are you not getting along?”
“SHE IS—AND IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE—A DEMON. HER DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION AND DESIRE FOR CLOSENESS ARE CEASELESS”
“That doesn’t sound so bad…”
“I SUSPECT THESE BEHAVIOURS ARE MERELY A RUSE TO GET WITHIN SHEDDING RANGE OF MY FRESH IRONING”
“You don’t have to iron my sheets, Al, or iron anything in fact”
“I AM AFRAID I DO. IT IS MY CALLING. I DO NOT MISS THE DIFFICULTY OF GETTING THE ODOUR OF BRIMSTONE OUT OF FRESHLY IRONED SHEETS, LET ME TELL YOU. KEEPING A PROPER HOUSEHOLD IN HELL WAS, WELL…”
#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #Title_Shedding_Range
