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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[not_every_mage]

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.

[spin_kick_snap]

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

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

[not_every_mage]

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

[spin_kick_snap]

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?