33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

For Anders the little demon, Halloween was a day full of his usual mischief. Sprinkling a little itching powder in some underwear drawers, sneaking into a few houses to turn the thermostat three degrees too hot, and -- just to cap off the day -- blowing on some mainland traffic lights to turn them red at inconvenient times.

He was still chuckling over the last one as he let himself into the house and sat down on the couch, tail extended along the cushions. He needed to take a TV break before it was time for trick-or-treating and some real fun.

[OOC: Open post.]

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This was going to go over beautifully tomorrow. Did Hallmark have a 'thanks for loving me so much you ate brains when the island was messing with us' card?

"Zooooooombiiiiiie shoooooow," Kathy said slowly, giving him a smile of blackened teeth. She liked the show about the zombie ME who pretended to be psychic to solve crimes. Too few shows put the zombies in the protagonist seat.

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"Zombie show," Anders agreed, sharp teeth nibbling around the edges of the brainsadilla. (It wasn't bad, really. Would be better with hot sauce.)

He turned on Netflix and flixcked through episodes of Shambling Corpses, wondering which one would have the most dead zombies in it. He was a demon; even if he loved Kathy, he was still going to have a little fun at her expense.

He paused on one school and mused, "I think that's the one where they run through the Shamblers with a lawn mower."

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"Nooooo!" Kathy moaned. This wasn't the zombie ME show! This was the show with the humans who were positively stupid and yet still kept winning. Ugh, it was the worst! Kathy had long-since decided that if she'd been on the show, she would have made it a priority to eat the obnoxious kid who never stayed where he was told.

She moaned again, covering her eyes with her hands (and peeking through her fingers), as one of the humans found a steamroller and sent it straight towards a group of zombie children.

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeean."

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"Yeah, I guess the people are being kind of mean," Anders said philosophically, eyes still glued to the screen. "But man, it's cool. Watch all that zombie blood splatter!"

The steamroller was covered in blood and guts as it crashed into a tree and exploded, fireball frying another dozen zombies. Anders laughed and raised his arms triumphantly. "Kaboom!"

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She'd meant you, demon!Anders! She'd meant you!

That was fine, she was making a grab for the controller anyway. And, considering her general speed, Anders would have to move...like at all...to keep it away from her.

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Anders held the controller over his head, moving it just fast enough that Kathy wouldn't be able to reach it. "Ah-ah-ah," he chided. "Naughty. Nice girls say please."

And as a demon, he was obviously an expert in manners.

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And her baleful expression suggested as much. But she'd play it his way.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" she asked, making grabby hands at the remote.

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"Pretty please with sugar on top?" Anders suggested, still waving the remote just out of her (very slow) reach.

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If they waited for her to say all of that, the episode would be over and a new one started.

"Prettyyyyyy pleeeeeeease?" she groaned. A compromise?