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Crap...what the hell is he doing?!
Did something get jumbled up in his brain during the Găsește-mi prietenii mei? Some random blip from the Cinderella Spell? A bizarre side-effect of wearing Raphael's clothes (Which is something he's immediately putting out of his mind as he's a detective and working a murder investigation and getting ready to talk to/qusi cross-examine a possible murderer suspect and he really needs to NOT be a blushing mess during said talk/cross-examination).
Maybe it got scrambled from the whole random surprise bedroom pop in of a terrifyingly powerful, stupidly gorgeous half naked demon tease...that's gotta be it. Seriously that was just far too much for his flaily, flustered, hyperactive warlock brain to process, it must of overloaded something causing a kind of (hopefully) temporary demonic tease induced insanity.
Yeah, that's gotta be it.
Even so- actually ordering around Raphael Freaking Santiago?
'I'm on point, you're the backup'...
What the hell man?
Oh my stars, does he have a death wish? He must have totally lost his mind. Alright, he gets that this case is important and they have to do whatever's necessary to solve it, and true, the demons' dramatics, tormenty games and supervillianny would probably do little more than throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing but even so who the hell does he think he is?
I mean okay, so demon's baiting him left, right and center- and seriously who knew the most feared demon in existence was a huge tease and near irrepressible flirt? He SO did not see that coming. He was prepared to face a vicious, evil monster, NOT a flirty, teasing, walking fantasy. There was no heads up about this whatsoever.
Honestly this just added a whole other layer of terrifying...
Like seriously, when you're half a step away from rooting for being spelled it's j-umm...okay...yeah ignore that...Uh a-anyways his point is he needs to get himself in order. He's losing focus, relaxing far too much, forgetting just who it is he's talking to.
That's playing with fire right there (And that's not even hyperbole...there is the possibility of literal flames being involved...like a LOT of flames...). I mean yeah right now Raphael seems amused almost to the point of charmed by his sassback and snark but that could flip REAL fast...and then Simon is screwed.
Raphael may be all teasing comments, pretty smirks, playful chuckles and that stupidly dizzying growly hum type thing right now (And oh my stars he SO needs to stop that...like now. How the hell is just a sound enough to make Simon's head spin and his knees weak?) but even so the elders do not have nightmares about Raphael Santiago because of his freaking flirt game, no matter how aces it was.
Raphael Santiago is flat out one of the most dangerous, fierce, utterly terrifying demons in existence. It is not just rumors or a flair for the dramatic or really stellar PR. It is an entirely earned reputation that he has built, established and cultivated over three and a half centuries. No matter how pretty and enticing and thrilling the wrapping is underneath it all is a predator- one of the most deadly predators to ever walk this earth. A deadly predator that he- Simon Lewis, a twenty five year old nobody barely halfway through his Descoperire- was just barking orders at.
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