[Closed Log] You've just GOTTA have pink hair

[angelbirth]

Who: Greedy McGreed Face & Wrathy McWrath Face
Which: Closed log, backdated to 9/10
Where: Treehouse of Lamentation
What: Satan pushed Mammon a little too far. He picked a bad time to do it since he was brewing a potion and he's just put a big target on himself for some of Mammon's Bad Luck Dreamotion.
Warnings: Do not read if the color pink disturbs you. Or demons, because demons are present. God help you if you fear pink demons.

Satan is sitting in the middle of his room, surrounded by various plants, notebooks and research material. He'd spent the better portion of the day cooped up in here brewing a potion from his Dictionary of Applied Potions book. First Edition, of course. Thank you, Wishing Well. It was a simple potion just meant to test the validity of the book, although given that that the recipe for the Verbum Drops potion was in here, it was probably legit. Still, it had been a while since he brewed a potion!

Potion brewing can sometimes involve a lot of waiting, hence his boredom that resulted in his journal post offering Mammon's services on his brother's behalf. You know, because it was a good birthday present. What kind of little brother would he be if he only got Mammon something material? A terrible one, obviously.

Of course, Mammon had responded and he was probably a little ticked off at what Satan had done. Not that Satan was worried. This was Mammon, after all. What was he going to do? Fold his arms and pout? Declare he'd never talk to him again and greet him out of habit two hours later?

When Mammon had asked where Satan was, he lied and sent him to the beach. Maybe by the time he got there and lost his temper when he realized Satan wasn't there, Mammon would cool off by the time he got home.

Speaking of which, it had been quite a while since he'd sent Mammon to the beach. Perhaps he was searching every nook and cranny? Surely Mammon had realized by now that Satan wasn't there? That, or he was just looking elsewhere.

Oh well. Mammon had to come home eventually, if not because he gave up then because he had to eat at some point.

Comments

[stupidmammon]

[ Unfortunately for Satan, Mammon didn't cool off at all after making that long trip to the beach. It just made him more annoyed! Not only was he making him give stuff for his birthday, but then he lied about where he was?!

Mammon storms all the way back to their tree house, mostly pouting but still annoyed. And the only indication that Satan gets that Satan was home was the treehouse door being slammed. ]

[angelbirth]

[ Satan nearly fumbles with the vial of extract from some plant since he wasn't expecting to hear such a loud noise. ]

Ah.

[ Maybe he should just... quietly... stay in his room. ]

[stupidmammon]

Satan I know you're here! Bein' quiet ain't gonna save ya, ya know?!

[angelbirth]

[ On one hand, he's tempted to just not say anything to see if Mammon will actually come in here. On the other, he may as well get this over with. ]

Save me from what? Welcome home, by the way.

[stupidmammon]

Don't you get all cutesy! Your welcome homes ain't gonna save you now, Satan!!

[ ... They absolutely will. He's still mad but now he doesn't want to punch Satan. ]

[angelbirth]

[ He didn't even call him big bro, yet, wow!! And already Mammon is hurling these wild accusations at him!! ]

What are you even talking about?

[stupidmammon]

[ he lets out an annoyed huff and starts stomping toward Satan's room. ]

You know exactly what I'm talkin' about!

[angelbirth]

[ Satan nonchalantly grabs a shaker and adds a bit more of whatever ingredient is inside to his potion. ]

If I knew, I wouldn't be asking.

[ . . . ]

Oh, nevermind, I can't keep this up.

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon shoves open his door, giving Satan a huffy face. ]

Who do you think you are givin' my services out on my birthday?!

[angelbirth]

[ Satan stares at Mammon with a deadpan expression. ]

Please, don't act like you don't enjoy helping others. I was doing you a fav--

[ The shaker he was holding slips out of his grasp and right into his potion. ]

--...or.

[ Whelp. It's ruined now. ]

Dammit, Mammon.

[ HE'S THE ONE WHO DROPPED THE SHAKER??? ]

[stupidmammon]

Whuddya mean Dammit, Mammon?? You're the one with the shaky hands here!

[ He huffs loudly, and whether it's noticed or not, the little potion gives off a tiny faint sparkly twinkle. ]

[angelbirth]

You distracted me.

[ With a sigh, he grabs a pair of tongs to fish out the shaker. That's all well and good, but as soon as he pulls it out, whatever potion he was brewing bubbles up and squirts directly in his face.

It could have squirted literally anywhere else?! Satan coughs a little and uses his sleeve to wipe off what he can from his face. And, about five seconds later, his sunny blond hair shifts into a bubblegum pink. Satan doesn't notice, though, because he's contemplating standing up and just kicking the whole alchemy set over. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ ...!? P-PFFFFT! ]

S-Satan?! Izzat what you were going for?

[ Clearly it wasn't but, it was hard to look at Satan and not just burst out laughing right now. ]

[angelbirth]

Oh, hardy-har-har. Yes, yes, karma is real and I've learned my lesson. Luckily for me there wasn't anything that could have melted my face off because clearly you'd be too busy being in stitches to do anything about it.

[ He mad. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ He debates telling Satan, he really does, but...with how cranky he is, he's debating which option would be less deadly. ]

Now now, Satan~ can you really be mad at the birthday boy like this~?

[angelbirth]

[ Satan is keenly aware of Mammon's change in mood. But he thinks nothing more of it other than Mammon finding it hilarious that he got what was coming. ]

It wasn't that funny.

[stupidmammon]

Nope, you're absolutely right. LIke not even funny at all. Geeze why does a guy like me have such a weird sense of humor, right? Pay me no mind, Satan~

[angelbirth]

[ Satan gets up off the floor and makes his way over to Mammon. ]

You're acting suspicious.

[stupidmammon]

Wh-what? Me?

[ He does not like the way Satan is approaching him. He's just going to slowly back up. ]

A-aha... wh-what would I be suspicious over? Can't a birthday boy get a lil laugh? A haha? A guffaw?

[angelbirth]

Someone who isn't acting suspiciously doesn't ask if it's okay to have a guffaw!

[stupidmammon]

[ he almost trips as he continues walking backward. ]

C-c'mon what's suspicious about me??

[angelbirth]

If you're not being suspicious, then why are you backing away from me?

[ That's not really a fair question.... ]

[stupidmammon]

Cause you look angry and I ain't about that life??!

[angelbirth]

You distracted me and made me ruin my potion. Of course I'm angry.

[stupidmammon]

I-it's fine you can do it again. How hard could it be, right? ehehe...

[angelbirth]

Don't EHEHE me. Something's up.

[stupidmammon]

Just... dont look in a mirror for a while.

[angelbirth]

...What? Why?

[ He reaches up to touch his face, which feels perfectly normal. ]

[stupidmammon]

N-No reason. B-But you know what they say. When one thing of bad luck happens you should avoid mirrors...

[angelbirth]

...Who says that? And don't say "they."

[stupidmammon]

[ . . . ]

Them.

1/2

[angelbirth]

[ . . . ]

[angelbirth]

I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, MAMMON!

[stupidmammon]

[ SCREAM!!?

Mammon turns around and takes off running. ]

[angelbirth]

[ Mammon's not going to get very far.... Satan steps out of his room and into the adjacent room to follow Mammon, and the moment he does, every single door in their treehouse slams shut. ]

GET... BACK HERE.

[stupidmammon]

[ Well that's rather unfortunately because as soon as he was about to reach his bedroom door he goes colliding right into the door with a loud bang. ]

[angelbirth]

[ That is indeed unfortunate, because within Satan's next few steps he's mad enough to shift into his demon form. All because Mammon wouldn't tell him the truth about why he was laughing. ]

Sorry, that way's locked.

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon turns around quickly, back against the door, rubbing at his forehead. ]

S-Satan seriously it's not that big of a deall??

[angelbirth]

Five~ Four~ Three~

[stupidmammon]

GO LOOK AT YOUR HAIR IN THE MIRROR!

[ He's the older brother, he shouldn't be this frightened but he really was. ]

[angelbirth]

[ In Mammon's defense, Satan's very proficient with magic. He doesn't need to be within grabbing distance to make Mammon suffer.

He gives Mammon a deadpan stare, and then with a sigh, uses his magic to return the doors to how they were. ]

What are you talking about? The potion sprayed me in my face, not my ha--AHH!! IT'S PINK.

[ He didn't need to get to a mirror. He caught his reflection in the glass of one of the cabinets. ]

[stupidmammon]

S-See?! Can ya blame me for starin???

[ Mammon, now is not the time! ]