[OPEN] Childish anger intensifies

[stupidmammon]

Sender: Mammon
To: Everyone
Subject: Journal Text

[ Enjoy his cutesy comic sans like hand writing. ]



I. CAN'T. TAKE IT ANYMORE!

WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE VALUABLES IN THIS PLACE?! NOT A CENT. NOT A GRIMM. NOT A SINGLE MORSEL OF MONETARY VALUE.

HOWS ANYONE SUPPOSE TO LIVE LIKE THIS?!



I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Comments

[angelbirth]

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

[stupidmammon]

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

[angelbirth]

Look at my face and ask that question again.

[stupidmammon]

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

[angelbirth]

[ 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.

[stupidmammon]

[ 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.

[angelbirth]

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. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ 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.

[angelbirth]

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.

[stupidmammon]

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. ]

[angelbirth]

Even if I did that, it wouldn't be within my rights to do it. There's no "real" ownership over this treehouse.

[ He's still fuming on the inside, but -- he's doing his best. Even if he's made, he knows he is still accountable for what he says and does. So even though he'd love to say what's on his mind to make Mammon feel shitty, it's not going to help. Knowing that Satan signed the Grimm as "from Santa Claus" anyway helps. ]

So shut up. You're still my brother. Just because I always got landed with cooking duty at home doesn't mean I have to continue the trend here.

[ But also he still feels like Mammon is ungrateful and doesn't deserve to be cooked for right now. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ The more Satan talks to him in this calm but annoyed tone, the more guilt Mammon feels. He really needed to just take this time to mentally reflect or something, because he must have screwed up real bad somewhere. ]

Yeah yeah I get it. No more cooking. I'm goin' back to my room then.

[angelbirth]

[ Satan figures that's probably for the best, although he's left feeling that Mammon just doesn't want to deal with him when he's angry. Which is... fair. He knows that. But it doesn't piss him off any less. ]

Don't starve to death in there.

[ Or do, he wants to add, even though he doesn't mean it. Well, he means it in anger, but as much trouble as he gives Mammon he does, shockingly, prefer Mammon alive. ]

[stupidmammon]

At least then I'd be less of a pain to you.

[ He doesn't bother to stop and see how Satan might react to that. Honestly he was probably still too angry to even care. Instead he just heads to his designated room in the tree house and shuts the door. He doesn't have a lock so instead Satan will probably just hear a chair scrape against the tree floor until it makes a loud thump noise against the door. ]