[Over the past few weeks, Michael - the angel, the kind sweet immortal who dotes on humanity - has not entirely gotten on with Scrooge. He's tried, of course! He's too sweet and naive not to do that much! But he just doesn't seem to get why he's so mean!
Internally, Michael the Demon actually quite liked the guy. He's funny! A real asshole, but it was nice to have someone like that around when Michael couldn't be an asshole himself. He got to live vicariously a little! So, in spite of his cover, he'd hung around the guy a fair amount! Most likely, no one except Michael was happy with this!
...the truth is, he'd begun to contemplate finally killing someone, and Scrooge was high on the list. He's a suspicious sort of person, a lot like Eleanor in that way, and he knew how things with Eleanor had gone. But he'd decided to bide his time a little longer, and now it's Sunday morning again, and he...hadn't known. He hadn't known anything at all.
He's lurking in the kitchen, despite the fact that he rarely eats, hoping to catch some people this morning. He's not sure what he should do or how to do it, but he knows he'd better do something.]
Morning. [It's not his usual chipper greeting, and the way he now openly looks Scrooge over is definitely not his usual. Not unfriendly, but not really pretending at anything, either.] How's Sunday treating you?
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Internally, Michael the Demon actually quite liked the guy. He's funny! A real asshole, but it was nice to have someone like that around when Michael couldn't be an asshole himself. He got to live vicariously a little! So, in spite of his cover, he'd hung around the guy a fair amount! Most likely, no one except Michael was happy with this!
...the truth is, he'd begun to contemplate finally killing someone, and Scrooge was high on the list. He's a suspicious sort of person, a lot like Eleanor in that way, and he knew how things with Eleanor had gone. But he'd decided to bide his time a little longer, and now it's Sunday morning again, and he...hadn't known. He hadn't known anything at all.
He's lurking in the kitchen, despite the fact that he rarely eats, hoping to catch some people this morning. He's not sure what he should do or how to do it, but he knows he'd better do something.]
Morning. [It's not his usual chipper greeting, and the way he now openly looks Scrooge over is definitely not his usual. Not unfriendly, but not really pretending at anything, either.] How's Sunday treating you?