Devil’s into the details. (Grim/Azael)

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"Mm. Sounds like a character."

Azael took a slow drag as Grim did, watching the man slowly relax. He smiled around his cigarette, pleased with himself. Even if he might not get a soul out of this, there was plenty else he was willing to strike a deal for.

"Bit of both. What's one without the other?" His smile widened knowingly, dark eyes glittering. "Work hard, play hard, you know how it goes...and you, do you spend all of your work-hours hanging out of windows?"

He laughed, ashing his cigarette. Despite his prolific smoking habit, the demon had a voice like honey, deep and rich and oddly soothing.

[indeath]

Grim chuckled at Azael’s joke and took another drag the cigarette blowing the smoke back out through his teeth.

“A lot more than I’d like but it’s part of the job. Could be worse. At least I’m my own boss. That was quite a show too… Thanks for the help. Uh appreciate it.”

He pulled out a flask and took a swig before offering it to the demon. It smelt like a mix of cheap whiskey and rum. The sounds of drunken yelling could be heard from down the street. It was followed by a loud somewhat familiar voice.

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"Anytime, ace."

He took the proffered flask delicately, inclining his head with a plastered on smile. Cheap, low-quality liquor. The friendly act was eating away at his long-gone soul, but that was the price he paid in his line of work.

And it was always so worth it in the end.

He took a swig, passing it back to Grim and feeling his spirits rise as he registered the noises down the street and the swell of negative emotions building with them.

"Looks like you might be needin' it again real soon." He drawled, his grin inching wider as the familiar voice grew louder. He pretended to think for a moment, and then flicked the butt of his cigarette to the pavement, crushing it beneath his heel.

"Or, come to think of it, we could help each other out. Your cheatin' feller has a soul blacker than pitch and I got the feeling you want him outta your hair for good..."

[indeath]

Grim bared his teeth as the man came closer, his cool vanishing in a blink. Fuck. Fuckety fuck. How had this guy even found them? Was there something she hadn’t told him… He looked at the devil then the fast approaching angry voice. Sweat began forming on his forehead. He cocked his head gears shifting.

“Uh what you got? She’d pay extra for that I reckon and uh… I like myself in one piece…”

He moved behind the taller man just in case. He needed something between him and the cheating gorilla. He probably reeked of desperation. That and sweat, cigarettes and cheap booze.