dreamcrystals | [OPEN] Childish anger intensifies

Wh-what the hell!? Why are you so damn mad?!

[ Mammon was about ten seconds away from hopping over the back of this couch just to put some space between them. ]

It ain't like I was talkin' about you!

[ Ten seconds? Mammon is feeling incredibly brave!! ]

It--

[ Very briefly, it occurs to him that to Mammon it must look like he's angry over Mammon not showing Santa Claus enough appreciation. The moment is barely around the length of a millisecond because right now he doesn't care. ]

--doesn't matter. So what if you're not talking about me specifically? Who are you to shit-talk a gift you got in your dumbass stocking? Perhaps instead of Grimm, Santa Claus should have given you the coal you deserved!!

Woah now! I'm an absolute delight! Santa would never give me coal cause I'm such a great older brother obviously!

[ He's got such a big bark for someone trying to avoid getting hit again. ]

You're a--

[ Whatever the nearest piece of furniture is -- probably a little table -- it's getting kicked over. ]

--you're a WHAT?!

[ ASDFGHJKL

Mammon quickly jumps over the back side of the couch to put something between them. He hadn't seen Satan this pissed off since he stole one of his favorite books back home and sold it for some extra cash. ]

S-Satan calm down you're gonna set our house on fire!

Don't tell me what to do! Just who do you think you are?! And don't say the Great & Amazing Mammon, my wonderful older brother because that's a fucking lie. I'm serious - you have three seconds to give me a reason to not wrap your entire body in rope and dangle you from the ceiling for the rest of eternity!! You ungrateful bastard!

You can at least tell me why you're so pissed before threatenin' to hang me from the ceiling!

[ He's been slowly walking backwards. ]

So you're not even listening in the first place?!

You said I was bein' ungrateful! But what the hell am I bein' ungrateful for?!

[ Satan moves around the couch to advance on him. At least it's a slow advance. ]

I already told you, but I guess there's not much going on in that empty head of yours. Actually, I take it back -- I'm surprised, considering you were getting pissy about not getting enough Grimm in your stocking.

O-Oooi! Don't put words in my mouth! If I'm gettin' pissy about anything it's that this place ain't got nothin' for me! And what the hell do you care about me criticizin' santa?! You his new little helper or somethin??

[ Satan has entered multitask mode and has jumped to conclusions for several different things. ]

You know what, Mammon? You're not even worth arguing with.

[ His anger hasn't subsided at all, and so it takes a herculean effort to shift out of his demon form. But he does so. Not because being in one form or the other is more beneficial to him, but rather so he can pretend like he has some semblance of control over his anger if he's not in his demon form. ]

The truth is that I didn't get Grimm in my stocking, but even someone as stupid as you could have figured that out. But I did arrive here with Grimm, Grimm you'll never find.

[ Because, you know, Mammon already has it. ]

You've made it quite clear that as greedy as you are, you're ungrateful for what you're given, so there's no point in telling you where it is.

[ Satan folds his arms and stares pointedly away. At least he's stopped advancing on Mammon. ]

And also, you can starve. Get your own food from now on.

S-Satan...? S-Satan you don't really mean that, right? C-C'mon Satan! Say you're just kidding!

[ He really didn't mean to come off as so rude and ungrateful like he did. It's just the greed in him has been growing more and more it felt like. Every day they spent here this feeling bubbled up in him even further with no way to release it. ]

I-I'll go apologize to Santa!

I don't care whether or not you apologize to Santa Claus. If you can manage it, I know it'll only be so you can make sure you're on the "nice list" or whatever. But knowing you, even if you're on the nice list, you'll last for maybe a day or two.

So, in short - it's a waste of time no matter what.

I don't care about bein' on the stupid nice list!

[ Okay, he cares a little. Because if he's not, Santa won't give him more gifts but— ]

I care about you not bein' so pissed at me!

I'm pretty sure you care about the fact you're on your own for managing food.

Y-you weren't joking... were you?

Look at my face and ask that question again.

You're seriously that mad at me for wantin' somethin' more from this place?

[ Satan clicks his tongue and bends down to set the table he'd kicked over upright again. ]

Being angry at you isn't worth the energy.

[ Of course, he's still absolutely livid, but he does acknowledge it won't change anything. So instead, he returns the items that scattered off the table when it fell back were they ought to go. ]

I'm sorry you don't have the bustling economy you want here. I'm sure it's difficult to go without the things you're used to having. Obviously, I mean the elaborate parties and the expensive clothes and bags and accessories, not the money. The money only ever lasted you a fraction of a second so I don't understand why you think it's so different here.

Anyway, my point is that I understand you hate it here and you're too incompetent to actually leave. Maybe you can ask Santa Claus to cart you out of here when you talk to him.

In case you didn't realize, by the way, you're still on your own for food.

Edited 2022-01-26 06:53 (UTC)

[ Mammon deflates a little. Satan's calmer tone slicing right through him sharper than any knife. There was something more to this. It wasn't just a regular annoyance caused by mammon's whining. Something he said must have hit Satan differently than Mammon had intended.

Uuugh.... he hated this. he HATED THIS. He'd rather Satan be yelling at him than giving him this calm anger. It just made him feel even more guilty. ]

Yeah yeah... On my own, I got it.

[ What was he supposed to do to fix this? Well, there was nothing he could do right now. Satan was calm on the outside but he was sure he needed some space. He frowns a little, shifting back a little further.]

Havin' a pathetic dreamless brother must be annoyin' to always cater to anyway.

Well, some of those words are correct. Mainly "annoying."

[ He never particularly minded cooking for everyone back home. It was convenient, and he liked the rewards of being frugal and getting the best deals. Knowing which stores had their sales on which days, which stores got the most and least foot traffic and at which time of day -- all of it had been fulfilling to him. And even when his brothers asked for twenty-seven different special requests, it was a challenge he didn't mind accepting because he had to be creative to meet everyone's requests.

But even if Satan knows Mammon had no way of knowing Satan was mad because he'd been indirectly insulted, Satan's still angry about it. And cooking for someone who would sell the gifts he'd received, gifts that Satan had put a lot of time, thought and effort into... knowing that Mammon would sell them in an instant if it meant he'd get something more monetarily worthwhile was... infuriating. ]

Regardless, I'm sure it'll all work out for you.

[ Maybe Asmo will show up and the two of them can have their parties and drinking shenanigans or whatever. ]

[ Mammon clicks his tongue a little. He knows he's at fault here. Even if he didn't realize what he had done, he realized something he had said pissed off Satan. But even so, it was still frustrating that Satan would so easily get pissed off at him and write him off in the same breath instead of talking to him. ]

I think you mean it'll all work out for you since then you won't have to deal with me.

Don't be so dramatic.

[ Says the one who through a literal temper tantrum 2 minutes ago. ]

We're still living together. I'm just not cooking for you. You'll live.

tch... Yeah, until you decide even breathin' the same air as me is too annoyin' an' kick me out.

[ Because lets face it, if Satan told him to get out, he probably would. He'd complain about it, but he'd still get out. ]

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