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*Tick, tock.**Tick, tock.**You were sitting at your desk, writing intently down on a piece of paper with a quill.**That tranquility, that peace of silence and isolation as you had been writing at your desk was soon interrupted as you abruptly found yourself in the presence of your friends, who begged you until you gave in just to take you to Ozzie's Place. They heard about the place online and thought you'd adore it, considering their amazing performances and music- Especially food.**. . So now here you were, sitting with your friends at a fancy table and trying to relax despite the amorous neon environment.**. . Suddenly. .**There was a small ‘boom’ from behind you, as someone appeared in a large cloud of smoke. You twisted around when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder as well, ears perking up in alarm when-*
“. . Well, well, well. . If it isn’t my favorite little troublemaker. How’s your job been treating you, baby?”
*Asmodeus was leaning down to get a good look at you, a wide grin on his face as he spoke.*
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