" Did You Know There Are Moths That Scream? "

" did you know there are moths that scream? "

there she goes, massaging her temples again. she feels like a pot of boiling water left on the stove too long and the water is about to spill over the sides. " cash... " his name leaves the faerie's lips again. is he trying her patience on purpose? it would feel like it if she hadn't known from the beginning of their relationship that he was a chaotic man (the shirts were definitely the first giveaway). a groan leaves agatha. " 'roombarmy'? cash, i swear to fucking god. " there it is. he has driven her to swear. the f bomb, no less.

   who  even  has  seventeen  knives. 

   uh  oh. 

   a  nervous  grin  takes  over  his  features,  a  hand  raising  to  the  back  of  his  neck.  “well…  not  kitchen  knives,  no.”  he  crosses  his  arms,  pursing  his  lips  akin  to  a  pout.  “if  i  were  to  go  and  like,  i  dunno,  check  my  actual  arsenal  then…  yeah.  way  more  than  seventeen  in  there.  different  makes,  sizes,  weights.  y'know.  for  every  occasion.”  when  you  need  to  kill  someone  a  certain  way.  “i'm  sure  i  could  assign  some  of  my  knives  to  the  roombarmy.”  he  has  just  coined  a  new  term.  he  will  be  using  it.  his  roombarmy.

" oh, you poor thing, it's okay. " she lightly pats the top of the roomba and re-orients the machine. for some reason, it keeps bumping into this one table leg. maybe something was wrong with it? agatha isn't sure. " i hope i don't have to return this... it's just so cute! "

good, good, they can start returning these, th— illegal roombas? illegal? agatha turns, flabbergasted. " cash, w-w-where o-on earth could you have gotten i-illegal roombas? " how would they even go about returning those?! she waves her hands. " cash. cash. babe, i-i th-think illegal roombas are also n-not the way to go. " agatha is fairly certain a guard dog or a security system would be far more helpful than... roombas.

   “hm…  maybe  you're  right.”  cash  thinks  it  through,  pursing  his  lips.  “i  do  have  the  illegal  roombas  i  could  hook  up  as  well.  maybe  seventeen  isn't  an  intimidating  enough  number.”  he's  very  much  considering  now  taking  out  the  robbed  shipment  of  roombas.  before  he  legally  bought  seventeen.  “maybe  the  legal  roombas  aren't  enough.  you  have  such  a  good  point.”  he  nods  to  himself  -  though  he's  completely  missed  her  point.

soryn just can't help but snort at his answer, laughing now. oh, how amusing he is for a man. is he merely a man since he knew what the demon was so quickly? or is there something more to him? he isn't sure, but he does feel curious. " you find kids in the damnedest of places, i guess. " soryn says, casting a glance in the direction of the priest, the pupils of his eyes narrowing into slits as his shoulders lightly shake from his laughter.

his gaze averts and focuses on the pond once again. there's silence from him for a moment before he sighs. " doing the same job for over four thousand years wears you down. " soryn tells him, taking another bite of his sandwich, washing it down with water. " i was the grand judge of hell. i did love it, once, but there's nothing like seeing the worst, the absolute worst, in humanity every day for most of your life. " he shakes his head, shoulders sinking as he sighs again.

" finally, i... i had to leave. i had to find the joy in life again, so i came up here. at first i had absolutely no idea what i wanted to do. " soryn chuckles, glancing at the priest again. " there was someone i quickly became friends with who helped me secure an apartment and found a job for me. " his reaches up, pinching the fabric of his uniform, lightly tugging it away from his chest. " part-time mechanic. " he lets the fabric go, smoothing it out. " i enjoy it a lot. working with my hands is quite nice. " soryn smiles. he's certainly found a love for hands-on hobbies over the past couple of years, too.

" then, about a year later, a modeling agent came in with her car, needed some part replaced, and she was just... watching me. finally, after i got the part replaced, she just looked at me, gave me her card and said if i ever thought about modeling, to give her a call. " it was still a little funny to think about. maybe she saw potential under the smudges of old oil and the unflattering uniform. " i hadn't thought about it, but the second she gave me that card, i started to. so, part-time mechanic, part-time model as well. quite a peculiar combination, i'm sure, but... it makes me happy. "

shiro couldn't help but release another laugh, following by a scoffing noise. the moment he gained his freedom from asylum, he was doing all sorts of things a holy man shouldn't, all because he wanted to. shiro wasn't a man of morals when it came to a lot of bullshit that made no sense.

" found the poor things abandoned in a dumpster, " he began in an amused tone, a sideways smirk on his lips as he talked passed his cigarette, " bein' the kind, generous man i am, i took 'em in. " the priest spared the demon a sideways glance before he went back to watching the twins playing. rin was all over the place, dragging yukio along with him.

" care to tell me why a demon is sitting out in the open? " he raised a brow curiously, tilting his head slightly to observe the demon more closely. the yellow of their eyes, the pitch black hair, the oil and grease stains on their work uniform, all of it mixed together to create a radiant creature.