[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

[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. ]