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"(Name), what do you call a suspicious person's mustache?" asked Connor, to which (Name) snorts "Pft- what Con?" He tries to get out before he ends up bursting into a fit of laughter. "A sustache"

And (Name)'s walls broke.

The two were having a blast, making dad jokes to pass the time they were given during their 2-hour long break. However, the two stop their joking and laughing when they hear someone sobbing. They turn to see a blonde demoness who seems to pale as paper with rosy cheeks. "Hey, Ma'am, you okay?" (Name) asks the woman, who in turn, looks up at him in surprise. "Hey- (Name), I don't think it's a good idea to-" "Shut up for a bit, Connor, can't you tell she needs someone to talk to?" "(Name) she-" "I get it if you don't want to talk to me..." the demoness abruptly joins in, getting up and dusting off her dress.

"H-hey, sorry about him, but, what's wrong miss?" (Name) asks tenderly, gently grabbing onto the demoness's wrist. The demoness turns to him. "Do you believe that a demon can be rehabilitated and sent to heaven?" she asks. He takes a moment to think before he replies. "Well... It depends on the demon and what they did to get sent here, but if it was something small like stealing food or necessities, then yeah!" He replies cheerily. The demoness beams. "Well... would you like to be my first client for rehabilitation?" She asks. "Whoah! I don't want to seem rude, but I don't even know your name yet ma'am, how can I be sure this isn't a trick" (Name) asks cautiously. "W-Well my names Charolette Mange, but please call me Charlie!" She replies. (Name) smiles. "Greetings Charlie! I'm (Full Name), but please call me (Name)!" he quips, just as cheery as her. "(Name)!" "Oh, yes Connor?" "She's the daughter of the big man of hell you moron!" "Really? That's cool!" "Dood-"

(Name) turns to Charlie. "Sure, I'd be happy to be a client!"