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[stupidmammon]

[ Some brother he turned out to be. Can't even keep himself calm when in the face of something painful. He frowns more and finally starts to stand up. Closing his eyes tightly when he feels a twinge of pain in his ankle. ]

I think it's whether you like it or not.

[angelbirth]

[ Satan zeroes in on that expression Mammon makes. ]

Hurts more to fall unexpectedly a short distance. doesn't it? Where does it hurt?

[stupidmammon]

[ He was hoping if he didn't draw attention to it, Satan wouldn't notice. But Satan has always been one of their more observant brothers regardless... Frowning softly he glances off to the side. ]

My ankle...It's probably just a pulled muscle or something...

[angelbirth]

Left or right?

[ Satan crouches down at Mammon's side again, holding his hands out at green magic course around them. ]

[stupidmammon]

Right...

[ He turns his head ever so slightly to peak at Satan down below. ]

[angelbirth]

I can only do so much as a demon, but...

[ He holds his hands out, fingers loose, and lets the healing magic encircle Mammon's right ankle. ]

It should dull the pain for a while. You should still probably keep off of it for a day or two anyway to be safe.

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon falls silent and lets Satan do his magic. Frowning to himself as he continues. He really didn't deserve this, but Satan was continuing. ]

You know... I've always been impressed.... you're the one who was born a demon... but outta all of us you're the one who excels with healin' magic the most....

[angelbirth]

I just have more practice. Belphie would be good at it if he tried.

[ He doesn't bother mentioning Lucifer. They both know he's only able to do magic at all is because of him. ]

Anyway, I think that's all I can do.

[ He finally pulls his hands away and stands up again. ]

[stupidmammon]

Thanks.... and sorry.

[ His voice sounds soft and meek almost. ]

[angelbirth]

Apology accepted. Now go back inside.

[stupidmammon]

And I don't think you're stupid...

[ He murmurs as he slowly starts to head toward the ramp that loops around their tree. His walking was a bit stiff and awkward and it was hard to tell if it was due to the injury or just his sulking. ]

[angelbirth]

You did in the moment.

[ Satan follows behind him, knowing he he has said far, far more than his fair share of hurtful or callous things in his own anger. ]

Let's drop it. You've already apologized.

[stupidmammon]

Yeah... alright.

[ There's no point in arguing with him. He's right anyway, he's already said what he said. He's apologized for it so dragging it up over and over isn't going to change anything. ]

Thanks... Again.

[angelbirth]

[ Satan makes a soft sound, acknowledging what he said. Once they reach the top of the ramp, he moves past Mammon to head into the tree house first. He makes a beeline to where the book is wedged into the wall and delicately pulls it out. Although, looking at the hole it leaves behind... this will be a bit trickier to fix. It might be too delicate work for magic.... ]

[stupidmammon]

If you... leave it like that I can prolly find something to use as plaster an' cover it up...

[ He wasn't quite as fast as Satan getting into their tree house with that faint little limp of his. ]

[angelbirth]

Mm... do you have something in mind already?

[ The longer this hole is here, the longer the reminder stays that he lost his temper so severely. ]

[stupidmammon]

It's hard to know what might work here... but I've done a little patchwork for parttime jobs before.

[angelbirth]

Well, if you think you can manage it, I'll leave it to you. I could probably pull it off, but it would be sloppy.

[stupidmammon]

You don't even know how to do sloppy work.

[angelbirth]

The floorboard cracking was a clean enough break that I could repair it. There's a lot of jagged edges here in the wall that would make it hard to get the same clean result.

[stupidmammon]

We just gotta think of something we can fit into the hole that way we can cover it over...

[angelbirth]

We can probably cut some wood....

[stupidmammon]

That should work. An' I'm sure we can find some paste around here too.

[angelbirth]

Good thing there's plenty of wood available.

[ He falls silent for a moment, then looks at the book he pulled out of the wall. ]

I'm going to put this away. I'll be back in a minute.

[ It's not like he needs to put it away right this second, but he just needs a minute to be alone so he can get whatever he's feeling under control so it doesn't turn into anger again. So, without a word, he slips into his room to return the book to its proper place. ]

[stupidmammon]

[That might not be such a bad idea for the both of them. Mammon already felt awful, knowing he really messed up this time especially when Satan was already feeling vulnerable. Would he even come to Mammon anymore after him acting like this?

Ugh... he's so stupid.

Mammon limps his way to one of the drawers, to see if he could find something they could use to keep the wood in place, taking a deep breath as he searches. ]