Beelzebub looks up at the grating sound of the sliding stool. Instantly a scowl appears, not because of the company, but the sound of metal scraping on floor. The angel laughs at the man before him, nose crinkling at the slight smell of death. He's war so it doesn't bother him but he's not used to undead wandering around, aside from his own horse.
"Do I have a choice now that you've dragged a stool over?" He's a little abrasive but it has a friendly enough quality to it. It's mostly the mischievous and inviting grin that cues in the teasing in the question. He closes the book to set it to the side now that he has company that made themselves at home.
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Date: 2020-03-09 12:34 am (UTC)"Do I have a choice now that you've dragged a stool over?" He's a little abrasive but it has a friendly enough quality to it. It's mostly the mischievous and inviting grin that cues in the teasing in the question. He closes the book to set it to the side now that he has company that made themselves at home.