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"AUUUUGH. HE MADE A HAND JOKE," she yelled at Dominic. "I CAN'T LIVE WITH THIS. I CAN'T DO IT. A FUCKING HAND J--" Abby paused. She looked down at the demon. "Hey, you need to get a handle on your manners or we're not going to get along."

"I guess that's better than dying," she replied earnestly. Abby followed him down so he didn't have to pull on her arm and ended up sitting cross-legged next to him. She twisted her arm so the could look their new pal in the eyes and squinted at him. That's all. Just squinted.

Again, a short stream of sentence fragments tumbled from Abby's mouth. "You don't seriously-- we can't-- it's-- not--" She paused and took a deep breath. "YOU don't even know how to break this up? How all-powerful can you BE if you don't even KNOW how to break a stupid CONTRACT?" She turned to...

Abby shuffled over towards the book so the angry demon wouldn't pull her arm out of her socket or something. "He's right," Abby added, backing Dominic up. "This isn't our fault!" But just in case, she glanced over the grimoire as well. Maybe they'd missed something...?

"What-- I don't-- thi--This isn't--" Abby sputtered, looking wildly back at Dom, then at the little black eyes that had sprouted on their hands (rather, their hand? Did it still count as theirs? Did it still count has a hand?). "Well--if you're--UNHAPPY with your situation, then you can just...

The burning pain in her hand and the stabs of pain due to the voice rendered Abby completely speechless, which was incredibly rare. Tears sprung to her eyes as Damien first jerked her, the tiny voice assaulted her, and then the burn began to fade. She found herself staring at their hands...

Abby held her position carefully while Dominic recited the chant. Only a moment after he finished, his words still hanging heavy in the air, Abby let out a short laugh. "I guess it was bullshit after a--Ow!" She instinctively tried to jerk her hand when she felt the burning begin, and quickly...

Abby nods silently, takes the knife from him, and--after taking a moment to hesitate--slices a cut that matches Dominic's on her arm and lets a few drops spatter on the floorboards. "Jesus, a blood sacrifice. This is serious." Next, she copies the position of her friend's hand, and then reaches...

"Do we... Both have to do that?" she asks with a frown, then bends over to light the incense and tucks her lighter away.

"To be totally honest, I'd rather have a mini Alfred or something, you know? I really hope it isn't a tiny demon in a frilly dress." Abby shrugged at his apology and then stopped to watch him with a grin. "Can't even draw a circle," she teased, gingerly setting a lit candle on top of a stack of...

She happily obliged, handing her friend the chalk and her knife and setting to work arranging her tea lights in a circle around the room. She stopped every few candles to check the grimoire and confirm she was arranging them correctly. "We'd know if the picture wasn't so blotted out," she...

Abby blinked at him and started to turn away like she was going to dismiss his high five, but she quickly spun around with a huge grin and hit his palm. "How could this possibly go wrong?" she laughed. "I'll be back in here after I harass Anna for some incense and whatever." Then she bounced...

"Good thing I'm a lefty," Abby commented, scanning the page to confirm what he said and then nodding. "And good thing we have two people! Do you want me to grab chalk so we can, like, do this on the floor? I feel like summoning a demon from a piece of paper is blasphemous." She punctuated her...

"Dominic, that's DISGUSTING," Abby told him, releasing the book so he could retrieve his snack. "How did that even--you know what? I don't even want to know. You're lucky those things are so processed that they don't mold." She shrugged in response to his question. "I dunno, I just bought the...

"It clearly means that if you capture one, you'll never have to shave again," she explained matter-of-factly. "Duh. I thought your major was like, reading." Abby leaned in to look at the page he was on. "See? Like that thing." She gestured at the picture. "PERFECTLY legible and also probably...

"I think you're the only one who thinks you're a neat freak," she huffed, dutifully moving from next to the bed to one side of his desk. She watched him flip through the book, waiting to see what he thought. Admittedly, his response was a little disappointing, and she deflated a bit...

As soon as Dominic opened the door wide enough for her to fit through, Abby slipped into the room and dramatically laid the book on his bed. The stained leather cover had some occult symbol etched into the center, emphasized with bright red ink, and the edges of the warped pages within were...

Dominic's evening was interrupted by the telltale shave-and-a-haircut knock on his bedroom door that only ever indicated Abby wanted his attention. "Dom, you're never going to guess what I found at the library sale," she gushed to the cracked paint on her side of the door. "Let me in!" She...

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