“Here, yer will never get it up like that!” Then he stunned me enough that I froze as he helped me get my dress zipped up and back in place.
“There,” he declared. making me turn around slowly.
“Erh… thanks.” I said.
He bowed his head in acknowledgment, making me shake my own as if still trying to make sense of the situation. Which was still a total mind fuck.
“Look, I have like a million questions, but I don’t have time for any of that now, I know you may not understand this…”
“I’m a demon, not an idiot cookie-cutter,” he stated, folding his arms in defense.
“A cookie what now? And what do you mean by demon?”
He actually rolled his eyes.
“Fuck me some Soul Weed, but if you don’t even know what a demon is then we have bigger problems.”
“Look, it doesn’t matter. I just have the most important meeting in my life, and I can’t screw it up, so you are just going to have to go.”
“Then yer be bags full of shit out of luck, girly, as yer stuck with me,” he told me, making me frown so hard I thought my forehead would crack.
“I’m stuck with you? Exactly what does that mean?”
At this, he rolled his eyes and muttered,
“And yer call me an idiot.”
“I didn’t call you a… look, can you stop putting words in my mouth and just answer the damn question!” I snapped, making Tara ask,
“Eliza, they are all waiting… who are you talking to in there?”
“Erm… just… just… on the phone!” I shouted after Borito, or whatever he said his name was, held up an imaginary phone to his ear, helping me out with an excuse.
“Thanks… again, but can you just answer the question, please?” I said, now holding the bridge of my nose like my last nerve was on the line.
“In a nuttier shell, yer summoned me, girly.”
My eyes went wide, and suddenly it felt as if I was about to choke on my own saliva.
“I did what!?”I hissed.
He leaned back against the mirror, casually folding his legs while looking at one of his wickedly long yellow fingernails. Then he told me in a bored, sarcastic tone,
“Shocking, I know.”
“Eliza, seriously!” I heard coming from Tara, making me close my eyes and take a deep breath before snapping,
“Stay here, we will discuss this mistake after my meeting.”
And he suddenly looked panicked before shouting,
“Wait!”
I paused on my way to the door and looked back at him, seeing that he was no longer looking relaxed.
“Look, maybe we got off on the wrong hoof.”
“Hoof?” I questioned, now looking at his feet.
